The Bachelorette Party...

...was a BLAST! There are photos I just cannot post, but I was thankful to be around the best girls around, and can't thank them enough for the time we had.

It started out with us taking over the hotel on on our way to an exotic dance class...

then getting all jazzed up back at the hotel and on to the party bus...

on to an ahh-mazing dinner... (Please note my face as I respond to the ridiculous gifts and cake that were presented.)
back on the party bus...
for a night on the town...
including some of the BEST karaoke Houston's never seen!
Please note that the two main organizers of this adventure (my MOH and deuce) are NOT PICTURED. This makes me very sad. Alas, I did not have a camera, so if you have photos that include the MOH, please send them to me. I will update the blog entry to include them - the deserve much credit.

Shout out to Mek for letting me steal her pictures.
Blizzle, I tried to steal your photos, but Shutterfly is mean.


Making It Legal

Please don't hate me, but it was just so hard to blog in this mess that we came back to after the honeymoon and mission trip. (We have gotten things (sort of) under control since then, Thank God!)

Since I left so long ago, I'm going to start from the beginning.

We were going to be half married on Friday, July 3rd. We called ahead to make sure that the courthouse was open. But alas...

THIS is how we left. No marriage license in hand. Fast forward to Monday - and we became half legal! Really the city should change its voice mail message for the holiday weekends.


Apologies from the MRS!

I apologize.

I stopped posting 9 days before the wedding.

Don't be angry.

In short, it was amazing.

I'll do a few recap posts, but I think after that it's time to focus on married life and ahem, medical school - unless I find some other reason to keep up this blog.

I'll post about the wedding license, random preparations, the bachelorette party, rehearsal lunch, the big day (in all it's glorious details), our honeymoon and our first adventure as a married couple.

It's coming. I promise.
As soon as I open some of these ridiculous boxes.


Are you nervous?

Everyone keeps asking us if we are nervous. Part of me feels like I should be. But to be honest, I'm more nervous about the wedding than the marriage. That may sound naive, but it's real.

About getting married?
There could be a hurricane.
500 people could show up out of nowhere.
The food could give everyone ebola.
These are all things that cross my mind occaisionally.

But about being married?
I know there are some things about being married that will be both unexpected and challenging. We will live together. We
do "what married people do" that we don't do now, lol. I'm nervous about these things. But the commitment part? I'm not nervous about that. Being engaged (especially for a year) is like being married in your head. Really, I feel like we've been married since May 25th, 2008, but we're just waiting for all our friends and family to get the memo.

(To be honest, I think if your commitment starts when you say your vows, then trouble is ahead. Well really, trouble is ahead no matter what you do, because that's life. )

We know this is going to be hard. Really hard. But for the most part, we've always had a "we'll figure it out" attitude. And we try our darnedest to treat each other with love and respect until we figure"it" out.

So there's the answer to your question. Probably doesn't sound very romantic, huh?

photo from http://coryparris.com/


Winding Down (Or Up!)

"Time is filled with swift transitions...." and this one is coming fast!

Amongst all the wedding craziness, Mr. Man and I took some time last night to take a look at our new place. We had lots of distractions, but we tried to take a a brief moment to savor what is about to happen. We are about to start a new life together. Forgetting favors, linens, and timelines, its an awesome and sometimes overwhelming realization that we are about to take on a super big challenge - sealing our commitment to love one another for the rest of our lives. I call it a challenge because there will be times when it won't be fun, easy, or romantic. With that in mind, the three of us are down for the cause. I couldn't imagine it any other way.

The excitement about coming home to my man (yes, as a medical student, I will probably be coming home to him more than him coming home to me, hehe) has of course helped me to rediscover Polyvore.

Although it may be a while before we have the time or funds to decorate, I have created inspiration boards for our bedroom....

Our Bedroom

and our living room.
Our Living Room

What do you think?
Too girly? Too random?


Keeping Sane

I'm not really sure why weddings cause so much trouble for couples. You'd think that planning the event that unites you together would be something that would spark up romance every time it came up.

But it doesn't work that way.

Most ladies want everything to go smoothly and be beautiful. Most men wouldn't care if they got married at a truck stop. And this my friends, causes tension.

Mr. Man and I have been blessed in that we have made it a habit to keep any disagreements about the actual disagreement. When we aren't on the same page, we start looking back a the book together instead of attacking each other. I'm praying that this habit lasts forever. Or at least that if it goes away we have enough of Him in us to forgive.

When we just can't agree, I know I tend to ask two questions 1) how important is this in the grand scheme of things? and 2) what is the real purpose or goal that we are trying to accomplish?

That tends to keep things in perspective.

One tip I'd give to brides-to-be is to limit your wedding planning to some sort of space as much as possible (e.g. the living room, via telephone, etc). Mr. Man and I get our best work done when we split up the tasks via email or text and then just update each other when they are done.

Then, when we are together, we can take on the world, instead of each other.

I'm super thankful to have a loving, patient and kind soon-to-be husband. I hope he knows how much I love him.

What other tips keep you and your boo from taking out stress on each other?