tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70121975674199794592024-03-13T12:24:15.036-05:00Wide Eyed BrideWideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-7107885259832568182009-09-04T10:16:00.014-05:002009-09-04T10:42:28.214-05:00The Bachelorette Party... <meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } -</style><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">...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.</span></span></span> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">It started out with us taking over the hotel on on our way to an exotic dance class...</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
<br /></span></span></span></p> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEw5_7i2pI/AAAAAAAAFjw/qAHN0NfBUiY/s1600-h/class1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEw5_7i2pI/AAAAAAAAFjw/qAHN0NfBUiY/s400/class1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377633203028941458" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEw83T19dI/AAAAAAAAFj4/kqTVdZrJ6EU/s1600-h/class3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEw83T19dI/AAAAAAAAFj4/kqTVdZrJ6EU/s400/class3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377633252254545362" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >then getting all jazzed up back at the hotel and on to the party bus...
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<br /></span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqExyoWHN4I/AAAAAAAAFkA/KkO86l5FsYw/s1600-h/partybus1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqExyoWHN4I/AAAAAAAAFkA/KkO86l5FsYw/s400/partybus1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634175950468994" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >on to an ahh-mazing dinner...</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" > </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >(Please note my face as I respond to the ridiculous gifts and cake that were presented.)
<br /></span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwvtRzYeI/AAAAAAAAFjg/xyffvGe81ac/s1600-h/dinner1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwvtRzYeI/AAAAAAAAFjg/xyffvGe81ac/s400/dinner1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377633026223333858" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >back on the party bus...
<br /></span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEytWiD_SI/AAAAAAAAFkY/RK-aztA5kWQ/s1600-h/partybus5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEytWiD_SI/AAAAAAAAFkY/RK-aztA5kWQ/s400/partybus5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377635184781032738" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEx1qdcFDI/AAAAAAAAFkI/g4Fyj6-nH9k/s1600-h/partybus2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEx1qdcFDI/AAAAAAAAFkI/g4Fyj6-nH9k/s400/partybus2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634228057674802" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEybXm-NYI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/yDHp58wgVs0/s1600-h/partybus3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEybXm-NYI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/yDHp58wgVs0/s400/partybus3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634875832415618" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEy0ufbs8I/AAAAAAAAFkg/PK0_gqfRZ3c/s1600-h/partybus6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEy0ufbs8I/AAAAAAAAFkg/PK0_gqfRZ3c/s400/partybus6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377635311471539138" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >for a night on the town...
<br /></span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwkjehKmI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/_QmHCFhmIjo/s1600-h/club1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwkjehKmI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/_QmHCFhmIjo/s400/club1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377632834613750370" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" >including some of the BEST karaoke Houston's never seen!
<br /></span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwpUTExKI/AAAAAAAAFjY/rj4R28Dnh70/s1600-h/kareoke1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SqEwpUTExKI/AAAAAAAAFjY/rj4R28Dnh70/s400/kareoke1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377632916438566050" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;">Please note that the two main organizers of this adventure (my MOH and deuce) are NOT PICTURED. This makes me <span style="font-weight: bold;">very sad</span>. 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.
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<br />Shout out to Mek for letting me steal her pictures.
<br />Blizzle, I tried to steal your photos, but Shutterfly is mean.
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<br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-73687126410795891652009-08-31T02:53:00.006-05:002009-08-31T03:09:53.509-05:00Making It LegalPlease 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!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuCt5stT_I/AAAAAAAAFig/DutHO54BgQo/s1600-h/173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuCt5stT_I/AAAAAAAAFig/DutHO54BgQo/s400/173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376034305290883058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuCi5MslDI/AAAAAAAAFiY/yH0wkPtLVuw/s1600-h/172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuCi5MslDI/AAAAAAAAFiY/yH0wkPtLVuw/s400/172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376034116178056242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since I left so long ago, I'm going to start from the beginning.<br /><br />We were going to be half married on Friday, July 3rd. We called ahead to make sure that the courthouse was open. But alas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuEL2feZjI/AAAAAAAAFio/gdvz9zOsvLs/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuEL2feZjI/AAAAAAAAFio/gdvz9zOsvLs/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376035919337776690" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuE4tExRZI/AAAAAAAAFiw/UyeUzlDuC8k/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SpuE4tExRZI/AAAAAAAAFiw/UyeUzlDuC8k/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376036689903961490" border="0" /></a>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-71060342024816398302009-08-13T02:53:00.002-05:002009-08-13T02:58:06.676-05:00Apologies from the MRS!I apologize.<br /><br />I stopped posting 9 days before the wedding.<br /><br />Don't be angry.<br /><br />In short, it was amazing.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'll post about the wedding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">license</span>, random preparations, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bachelorette</span> party, rehearsal lunch, the big day (in all it's glorious details), our honeymoon and our first adventure as a married couple.<br /><br />It's coming. I promise.<br />As soon as I open some of these ridiculous boxes.WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-19928096705366340312009-07-09T09:19:00.001-05:002009-07-09T09:25:16.864-05:00Would it be wrong to add this to our registry?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SlX8kuhCVAI/AAAAAAAAFT4/1fmQCfeGT_o/s1600-h/mbsn1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SlX8kuhCVAI/AAAAAAAAFT4/1fmQCfeGT_o/s400/mbsn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356465039719158786" border="0" /></a>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-59447439127560601442009-07-08T09:59:00.003-05:002009-07-08T10:21:29.808-05:00Are you nervous?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SlS0_XUF6sI/AAAAAAAAFTI/bBzXf7z0B7w/s1600-h/potd-033009-no2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SlS0_XUF6sI/AAAAAAAAFTI/bBzXf7z0B7w/s400/potd-033009-no2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356104857533409986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Everyone keeps asking us if we are nervous. Part of me feels like I <span style="font-style: italic;">should </span>be. But to be honest, I'm more nervous about the wedding than the marriage. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>That may sound naive, but it's real.<br /><br />About <span style="font-style: italic;">getting </span>married?<br />There could be a hurricane.<br />500 people could show up out of nowhere.<br />The food could give everyone ebola.<br />These are all things that cross my mind occaisionally.<br /><span dir="ltr" id=":1yv"><br />But about <span style="font-style: italic;">being </span>married?<br />I know there are some things about being married that <span style="font-style: italic;">will </span>be both unexpected and challenging. We will live together. We </span>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.<br /><br />(To be honest, I think if your commitment<span style="font-style: italic;"> starts</span> when you say your vows,<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span>then <span style="font-weight: bold;">trouble </span>is ahead. Well really, trouble is ahead no matter what you do, because that's life. )<br /><div id=":1yw" dir="ltr" class="kl"><br />We know this is going to be <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">hard. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Really hard</span>. 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.<br /></div><br /><div id=":1st" dir="ltr" class="kl">So there's the answer to your question. Probably doesn't sound very romantic, huh?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">photo from http://coryparris.com/</span><br /></div><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gimuser/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-44238470049385393252009-07-02T08:50:00.006-05:002009-07-02T11:39:24.541-05:00Winding Down (Or Up!)"Time is filled with swift transitions...." and this one is coming fast!<br /><br />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<span style="font-style: italic;"> challenge</span> because there will be times when it won't be fun, easy, or romantic. With that in mind, the <span style="font-weight: bold;">three</span> of us are down for the cause. I couldn't imagine it any other way.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Although it may be a while before we have the time or funds to decorate, I have created inspiration boards for our bedroom....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/our_living_room/set?.mid=embed&id=9997012"><img alt="Our Bedroom" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmhIUk9ib1ptM2hHdWM4dVNUUkVYY1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Our Bedroom" border="0" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><br />and our living room.<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/our_living_room/set?.mid=embed&id=9997012"><img alt="Our Living Room" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjFwbVFiWWRtM2hHdmpPNF83SjBXZEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Our Living Room" border="0" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><small><br /></small><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What do you think?</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Too girly? Too random?</span><br /></div></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-21654252435473870952009-06-30T09:41:00.004-05:002009-06-30T11:33:18.197-05:00Keeping SaneI'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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">But it doesn't work that way.</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />That tends to keep things in perspective.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Then, when we are together, we can take on the world, instead of each other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkonGZh0GEI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/VTMp2M9f3uI/s1600-h/2778570984_f30209afcf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkonGZh0GEI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/VTMp2M9f3uI/s400/2778570984_f30209afcf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353134097968666690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm super thankful to have a loving, patient and kind soon-to-be husband. I hope he knows how much I love him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What other tips keep you and your boo from taking out stress on each other?</span>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-35279179984688484972009-06-26T16:32:00.005-05:002009-06-26T16:51:15.545-05:00My Bridal Portraits<span style="font-style: italic;">I apologize in advance if you think I am going to let you see what my dress looks like three weeks before the wedding.</span> :)<br /><br />It was a total blessing to stumble upon our photographer, <a href="http://www.billierochephotography.com/">Billie Roche</a> . She's relatively new to the business, but she's talented. It took some <span style="font-weight: bold;">serious</span> talent to make an overworked medical student and a tired computer programmer look like <a href="http://www.billieroche.com/4/post/2008/12/the-fashionistas.html">this</a> in <a href="http://www.billieroche.com/4/post/2008/12/the-fashionistas.html">engagement photos</a>!<br /><br />We had blast taking bridal portraits, and they were everything I ever wanted - edgy, fun, sophisticated, even silly.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But they weren't "portraity"</span>. (If that is a real concept/word.)<br /><br />I recently learned that displaying a bridal portrait at the wedding reception is actually only traditionally done in a few southern states like Florida, Texas and Georgia. A sorority sister from Detroit was like "why did you take pre-pictures two months before your wedding?". Apparently they are a regional thing.<br /><br />But now that I've got my edgy, fun, sophisticated (regional) pictures, what in the world do I display at the reception?<br /><br />I could crop one of the more scenic ones to make it "portraity"...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkVB-hr5VTI/AAAAAAAAFRY/He2qHls0R6U/s1600-h/wedding_photography_orange_county_ca_9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkVB-hr5VTI/AAAAAAAAFRY/He2qHls0R6U/s400/wedding_photography_orange_county_ca_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756274649879858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...or do something silly/sexy/edgy....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkVBrf2f1VI/AAAAAAAAFRI/Y2_ea9Jet8g/s1600-h/wedding_photography_orange_county_ca_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkVBrf2f1VI/AAAAAAAAFRI/Y2_ea9Jet8g/s400/wedding_photography_orange_county_ca_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755947739960658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you do? "Portraity"? Silly? Sexy? Edgy?</span><br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-57222437559180042372009-06-24T16:27:00.014-05:002009-06-25T18:37:45.335-05:00The Honeymoon Wishlist<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Question: What is a perfect distraction from wedding tasks?<br /><br />Answer: honeymoon screen shopping (like window shopping only from your laptop)<br /><br />The Le Sac Dress at <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rsa0300.html">American Apparel </a><br /><a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rsa0300.html">which can be worn in way more ways than I'm shown below...</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKbGROdEFI/AAAAAAAAE7w/HkUyoRYjK6I/s1600-h/serve4.asp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKbGROdEFI/AAAAAAAAE7w/HkUyoRYjK6I/s400/serve4.asp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351009839275118674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKbDYlB04I/AAAAAAAAE7o/AKPSaapwYug/s1600-h/serve3.asp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKbDYlB04I/AAAAAAAAE7o/AKPSaapwYug/s400/serve3.asp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351009789709243266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKa_W1MrDI/AAAAAAAAE7g/lLOkH_ZE6ZY/s1600-h/serve2.asp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKa_W1MrDI/AAAAAAAAE7g/lLOkH_ZE6ZY/s400/serve2.asp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351009720520715314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKa76C6m2I/AAAAAAAAE7Y/6RllzxnV1Ho/s1600-h/serve.asp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKa76C6m2I/AAAAAAAAE7Y/6RllzxnV1Ho/s400/serve.asp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351009661254015842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A white bikini from <a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=CU-223683&page=1&cgname=OSSWMBIKZZZ&rfnbr=1232">Victoria's Secret</a><br />because what other time is more appropriate for a white bikini?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKcp7bp0qI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/fSafpjB57uA/s1600-h/VSWHite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKcp7bp0qI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/fSafpjB57uA/s400/VSWHite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351011551411819170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A straw hat from <a href="http://www.target.com/Designs-Taupe-Brim-Spiral-Ribbon/dp/B001GL054I/sr=1-2/qid=1245879654/ref=sr_1_2/185-6717709-2016924?ie=UTF8&search-alias=tgt-index&frombrowse=0&index=target&rh=k%3Ahat&page=1">Target</a><br />because it's hard to see your honey when it's sunny...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKdzzeeHfI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/n3rde9OFn4U/s1600-h/straw+hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkKdzzeeHfI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/n3rde9OFn4U/s400/straw+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012820586470898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A lightweight cardigan from <a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&category_name=sw_cardigans&product_id=2059421409&Page=all#">Forever 21</a><br />in case it gets chilly at night...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNYzqrHscI/AAAAAAAAFLY/9tOqKswUNaU/s1600-h/forever21cardigan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNYzqrHscI/AAAAAAAAFLY/9tOqKswUNaU/s400/forever21cardigan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218426898002370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This dress from <a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&category_name=dress_casual&product_id=2057660946&Page=all">Forever 21</a><br />for shopping when we want a break from the beach...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNZKCUOJGI/AAAAAAAAFLg/nLTckcbB30g/s1600-h/forever21dress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNZKCUOJGI/AAAAAAAAFLg/nLTckcbB30g/s400/forever21dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218811201528930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One more <a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&category_name=dress_casual&product_id=2061658656&Page=all#">maxi dress </a><br />for good measure...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNZkQ8uQtI/AAAAAAAAFLo/ONwODWz37_U/s1600-h/forever21dress2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkNZkQ8uQtI/AAAAAAAAFLo/ONwODWz37_U/s400/forever21dress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351219261806101202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...and finally some <a href="http://www.herroom.com/honeydew-007-1-Rumba-Boyshort-Panty-Leopard-Print-Ruffle.shtml">leopard rhumba shorts</a>.<br />Because if you can't wear these on your honeymoon, where <span style="font-style: italic;">can </span>you wear them?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkQKPY7ygFI/AAAAAAAAFOg/WY7oevdiJfk/s1600-h/rhunba+shot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkQKPY7ygFI/AAAAAAAAFOg/WY7oevdiJfk/s400/rhunba+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351413516730531922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">What else should I pack?</span><br /><br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-34619051173030042372009-06-23T08:40:00.005-05:002009-06-23T10:10:57.486-05:00Stress? What stress?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkDeQOFsVvI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/e9-OE0bi4cQ/s1600-h/031608-stress-what-stress-cartoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SkDeQOFsVvI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/e9-OE0bi4cQ/s400/031608-stress-what-stress-cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350520727557396210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's not that I'm<span style="font-style: italic;"> super </span>busy 25 days before the wedding. It's more so that I feel like I should be doing things and I'm not sure what they are or in what order to begin them.<br /><br />The major stress is coming from the guests. Besides all the family issues that rear their ugly heads at weddings, many of my beautiful Black friends and family members have what I call a SARS-VP or Severe Allery to RSVP's. Literally, some people have said to me "oh, you wanted <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> to RSVP?". In my head I'm thinking, "no, I just made personalized RSVP cards to waste paper". Ok. Enough of my rant. But really, it's as if Mr. Man and I prepared an expensive dinner for you and you were like "oh, I'm too busy to take the time to tell you if I'm coming or not."<br /><br />And then, there are those people that saw the invisible ink on the invitations that read, "please tap me while I'm on my way to the bathroom at church and let me know you are coming." I'm trying to beef up my memory skills for med school, but I <span style="font-style: italic;">just can't</span> remember what all the people we invited will be doing at noon on our wedding day.<br /><br />But then there are the guests who send back cards promptly with random and fun comments or quotes! These people remind me that there are gracious guests in the world.<br /><br />Really though, besides stressing out over who's coming and who's not, what else should I be doing in these last 25 days. Here's what I got so far....<br /><br />- finish programs (stayed up until 3AM working on them last night...sigh.)<br />- make sure hostess gifts are packaged pretty (Wide Eyed Mom is helping!)<br />- make sure card box gets finished (Wide Eyed Brother is helping!)<br />- find baskets for favors (Wide Eyed Maid of Honor finished them all!)<br />- go over layout and schedule with venue and planner<br />- get ribbon to the bakery<br />- get inserts to the linen people<br />- transportation (Mr. Man is on this one!)<br />- pack and organize wedding stuff and honeymoon stuff<br />- vow folders<br />- signage<br />- email/call photographer about "must take shots" and bridal/engagement portrait<br />- find text/specifics for a special ceremony portion<br />- assemble emergency kit<br />- write out duties for wedding party to be handed out at rehearsal lunch<br />- finalize make-up and a couple of other appointments<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What else could I do now to make the day go more smoothly?</span>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-91549399517877987352009-06-16T23:33:00.007-05:002009-06-18T06:57:53.625-05:00The Great (Hair) Debate - Part II For the PermYes, I love my natural, but<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">don't</span> love that...</span><br /><br />- I can't make my hair look "different" very quickly. Any style takes a long time to do. ( Please note how it looks the same in all the formal events from the last post. Below is a formal event in my perm days.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjondHJ6G5I/AAAAAAAAEq4/G_BnPFgCSBs/s1600-h/perm1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjondHJ6G5I/AAAAAAAAEq4/G_BnPFgCSBs/s400/perm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348630888546179986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- People assume you are confident or mysterious when you have natural hair. (This is both a like and a dislike - more so a dislike when people want to touch your hair.<br /><br />- The times I have tried to straighten my naptural hair often turn into a nightmare from the 80's. (Please see evidence of this below.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjooXF90f7I/AAAAAAAAErA/avSJtjqmBdQ/s1600-h/SANY0805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjooXF90f7I/AAAAAAAAErA/avSJtjqmBdQ/s400/SANY0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348631884659457970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- Sometimes my hair is just plain unruly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjoprd3oxfI/AAAAAAAAErQ/LlSqZFrxhBE/s1600-h/natural4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjoprd3oxfI/AAAAAAAAErQ/LlSqZFrxhBE/s400/natural4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348633334184986098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- People comment that my naptural is not "doctor hair".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjopfVW1_RI/AAAAAAAAErI/9mxgB-bIlIg/s1600-h/napturalhair5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjopfVW1_RI/AAAAAAAAErI/9mxgB-bIlIg/s400/napturalhair5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348633125741526290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />- I miss my swingy, flowy hair when I had a perm and....<br />- The fiance likes straight hair better. (Call me silly, but who doesn't want to look their best for their man?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjop-xiWBRI/AAAAAAAAErY/WUWpI27kO5Q/s1600-h/perm2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjop-xiWBRI/AAAAAAAAErY/WUWpI27kO5Q/s400/perm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348633665881900306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, the debate is not whether or not I should wear it straight for the wedding. But how should I get it to the straight state? A press that might turn into a frizzball in July Houston heat? Or chemicals that I'll have to keep up for a loooong time?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you do?</span><br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-15578889102406383332009-06-16T23:06:00.012-05:002009-06-18T06:56:32.923-05:00The Great (Hair) Debate Part I - For The NapturalI've only been natural for two years. At first, I was fiercely anti-perm + pro-natural. Now that I realize, "hey its just hair", I've been considering a relaxer. Don't get me wrong, I love my natural.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I<span style="font-style: italic;"> love</span> that...</span><br /><br />- I can strike up conversations with women about hair just based on the fact that I'm natural.<br /><br />- People assume you are confident or mysterious when you have natural hair.<br /><br />- I get to display one of the awesome things that makes Black people special.<br /><br />- I have the option to straighten my hair if I want to.<br /><br />- I can workout and swim or run in the rain without some silly cap or paper bag over my hair.<br /><br />- I can laugh at all the times my family told me I had bad hair.<br /><br />- It doesn't require that much daily maintenance (important for a med school student)AND I don't have to depend on paying someone regularly to relax it.<br /><br />- My hair has its own personality.<br /><br />- I can avoid the unhealthy breakage a perm can cause.<br /><br />See the photo evidence below for permed breakage and then naptural healthiness..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjoqyxIcT_I/AAAAAAAAErg/jZrKM-4JgV8/s1600-h/perm7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjoqyxIcT_I/AAAAAAAAErg/jZrKM-4JgV8/s400/perm7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348634559126458354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxfVwyOGI/AAAAAAAAEpo/RpvYFvPBttc/s1600-h/natural5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxfVwyOGI/AAAAAAAAEpo/RpvYFvPBttc/s400/natural5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348149340734109794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxXnE-ufI/AAAAAAAAEpY/otCXI9M9oc8/s1600-h/natural3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxXnE-ufI/AAAAAAAAEpY/otCXI9M9oc8/s400/natural3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348149207943264754" border="0" /></a>..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxUJxVtCI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/LoOVN1jD4ro/s1600-h/natural2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxUJxVtCI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/LoOVN1jD4ro/s400/natural2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348149148536648738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxNbGWThI/AAAAAAAAEpI/R4W-Q-CCkzI/s1600-h/natural.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjhxNbGWThI/AAAAAAAAEpI/R4W-Q-CCkzI/s400/natural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348149032929086994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjorDBmZ7cI/AAAAAAAAEro/nKldiMrQEpI/s1600-h/SANY0776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjorDBmZ7cI/AAAAAAAAEro/nKldiMrQEpI/s400/SANY0776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348634838425005506" /></a><br />Check back tomorrow for Part II - For the Perm!WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-20054879066033444032009-06-15T18:39:00.011-05:002009-06-15T19:02:31.543-05:00Bridal Shower - Dallas Edition<div style="text-align: center;">My ring bearer's mommy and future sister-in-law threw me a super-fun shower in Dallas.<br /> The shower had a tropical theme and despite some craziness in the beginning,<br /> it turned out to be super fun.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjbe4VU7hWI/AAAAAAAAESE/6ec0LGhvKwE/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjbe4VU7hWI/AAAAAAAAESE/6ec0LGhvKwE/s400/Bridal+Shoer+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706666928014690" border="0" /></a>Hostess With the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mostess</span> #1<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbenEXSSqI/AAAAAAAAER8/3kg0wItlVPQ/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbenEXSSqI/AAAAAAAAER8/3kg0wItlVPQ/s400/Bridal+Shoer+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347706370316716706" border="0" /></a>Hostess With the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mostess</span> #2<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbeQ3pwRRI/AAAAAAAAER0/EYiws5N30OU/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbeQ3pwRRI/AAAAAAAAER0/EYiws5N30OU/s400/Bridal+Shoer+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347705988947395858" border="0" /></a>Tiffany!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjbd_lPLY4I/AAAAAAAAERs/keUI9euNvOY/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sjbd_lPLY4I/AAAAAAAAERs/keUI9euNvOY/s400/Bridal+Shoer+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347705691946312578" border="0" /></a>Business as per usual.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbdcsFsQQI/AAAAAAAAERk/JW-EQb22uy0/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbdcsFsQQI/AAAAAAAAERk/JW-EQb22uy0/s400/Bridal+Shoer+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347705092490150146" border="0" /></a>Mommy and the Girls<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbcxDQ199I/AAAAAAAAERc/4xgVr1kqiMA/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbcxDQ199I/AAAAAAAAERc/4xgVr1kqiMA/s400/Bridal+Shoer+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347704342796695506" border="0" /></a>Cheese!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbcbUhLdGI/AAAAAAAAERU/xE9UgThvJv4/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbcbUhLdGI/AAAAAAAAERU/xE9UgThvJv4/s400/Bridal+Shoer+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347703969471493218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbgJ79Ht_I/AAAAAAAAESw/Y5bsQqxOIPw/s1600-h/Bridal+Shoer+046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SjbgJ79Ht_I/AAAAAAAAESw/Y5bsQqxOIPw/s400/Bridal+Shoer+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347708068866537458" border="0" /></a>One of my many adopted moms<br /><br />I got a very special gift from my niece and some sweet things from by best girlfriends.<br />Mostly though, I enjoyed the thoughtful advice and awesome company.<br /><br />These are the times you thank God for putting awesome people in your life.<br /><br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-79538604745056873462009-06-09T06:13:00.011-05:002009-06-09T06:21:17.865-05:00Sweet, Isn't It?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5FI2vxOKI/AAAAAAAAEME/JlgW8W5TAoU/s1600-h/whitwed__088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5FI2vxOKI/AAAAAAAAEME/JlgW8W5TAoU/s400/whitwed__088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285826172500130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5FFkagP4I/AAAAAAAAEL8/BhlV2XQCqvU/s1600-h/whitwed__100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5FFkagP4I/AAAAAAAAEL8/BhlV2XQCqvU/s400/whitwed__100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285769711861634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E_yvgrVI/AAAAAAAAELs/nKFVzWhlpH0/s1600-h/whitwed__174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E_yvgrVI/AAAAAAAAELs/nKFVzWhlpH0/s400/whitwed__174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285670478851410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E8pCwyRI/AAAAAAAAELk/GCZb83F5sog/s1600-h/whitwed__175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E8pCwyRI/AAAAAAAAELk/GCZb83F5sog/s400/whitwed__175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285616335636754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E5BdXcGI/AAAAAAAAELc/0Mm6ULrnafY/s1600-h/whitwed__194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E5BdXcGI/AAAAAAAAELc/0Mm6ULrnafY/s400/whitwed__194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285554170196066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E1k2tfzI/AAAAAAAAELU/KSYCpzXHPzo/s1600-h/whitwed__180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5E1k2tfzI/AAAAAAAAELU/KSYCpzXHPzo/s400/whitwed__180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285494952263474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5ExzK6toI/AAAAAAAAELM/MFMa6iQtG_s/s1600-h/whitwed__201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Si5ExzK6toI/AAAAAAAAELM/MFMa6iQtG_s/s400/whitwed__201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285430075635330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't it sweet?<br />Congratulations and blessings to Chuck and Whitney!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photos by Mary Catherine Penn</span></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-39424015359595287392009-06-06T01:47:00.005-05:002009-06-06T01:59:50.411-05:00Our DIY Invitations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SioTz-JKanI/AAAAAAAAELE/s1Lg-e0rz4s/s1600-h/SANY0985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SioTz-JKanI/AAAAAAAAELE/s1Lg-e0rz4s/s400/SANY0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105691404200562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SioTswoSxoI/AAAAAAAAEK8/DSv4H3Cr_mM/s1600-h/SANY0983.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SioTswoSxoI/AAAAAAAAEK8/DSv4H3Cr_mM/s400/SANY0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105567517591170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I hope all the guests have opened them!<br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-86146684759098073482009-06-04T22:53:00.004-05:002009-06-04T23:02:41.359-05:00I Said We Moving On Up...Mr. Man and I finally found an apartment! We won't move in together until after the big day, but I'm trying to figure out how to make this whole thing easier i.e. not come home from the honeymoon with a million boxes in our living room and needing to find something random to pack for our mission trip the next week<br /><br />Here's what I got so far:<br /><br /> - get rid of a million things<br /> - slowly bring over things like clothes, dishes and books prior to the actual big "move-in" date<br /> - have the (free!) movers move all the big stuff one week before the wedding<br /> - try to pack my mission trip stuff prior to the move<br /> - transfer all the services at my place to the new place before the wedding e.g. electricity, <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/">DirectTV</a>/<a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/local/TX-Texas-Directv.html">DirectTV in Texas</a><br /> - watch Golden Girls via <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/">DirectTV </a>because I have no school and I can!<br /> - not freak out<br /><br /><br />anh. moving is whack.<br /><br />any tips to make the move smooth?WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-82983980907347834462009-05-28T09:41:00.004-05:002009-05-28T09:55:04.702-05:00The Ring for The Man<div style="text-align: center;">The engagement ring gets special pictures and "oohs and ahhs", but the man's band is sadly neglected. In fact, when Mr. Man and I first got engaged, he complained that he didn't have any proof or evidence of his status change - especially since I lived 300 miles away.<br /><br />I wanted to pick out something special for him, so I spent some time at <a href="http://www.jewelryvortex.com/">Jewelry Vortex</a>. They have a wide selection of styles, and although I don't see Mr. Man wearing anything blingy, it was pretty interesting to see what options were out there. They have everything from titanium to tungsten and Christian to Celtic. My band is platinum, but he insisted on white gold. (So much for the sentimental "metal matching", but it definitely costs way less.)<br /><br />I think in the end, we will go with a simple beveled edge in white gold like this baby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sh6lBg0klSI/AAAAAAAAD5U/h4i42hZ-ndw/s1600-h/BE225_white_top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sh6lBg0klSI/AAAAAAAAD5U/h4i42hZ-ndw/s400/BE225_white_top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887653516875042" border="0" /></a><br />What type of bands do you like on guys?<br />I guess with all this talk about rings, I'm going to have to take some shots of mine at some point!<br /><br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-19236873908960819322009-05-26T12:45:00.002-05:002009-05-26T12:47:55.821-05:00The invitations are.....gone.<br /><br />My countertop is naked and I have an unreasonable fear that they will be ripped to shreds and covered in purple tie-dye when they arrive at their destinations.<br /><br />I promise I will get back to posting when the semester is over. Four.more.days. :)WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-68814010587657840382009-05-12T09:20:00.004-05:002009-05-12T20:16:46.347-05:00A Million ThanksI has asked a few friends to come over and help out with some crafts I needed to to get done for the wedding. The craft supplies were piled high and one of my good friends brought over breakfast food. Several things were not in our favor - the printer broke and not everyone was in a cheery morning mood, but my amazing (soon to be family) made magic happen. After a lot of spray glue and old Motown music, my invitations are DONE!<br /><br />Of course I won't share them until my guests get them in thier hands, but I'm super excited to put them in the mail at the end of this month.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SgodKpBVL2I/AAAAAAAAD30/RdchajrHt4U/s1600-h/Mailing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SgodKpBVL2I/AAAAAAAAD30/RdchajrHt4U/s400/Mailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108777221107554" /></a><br /><br />Also, this past weekend, Mr. Man surprised me after coming back from a wedding and telling me that it got him excited about <em>our</em> wedding. (I have a feeling he won't be as excited in the next few days as we pay our vendors that must be paid off sixty days in advance. Yuck.)WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-61430654512516702702009-05-05T09:08:00.000-05:002009-05-05T09:09:02.983-05:00You Just Have to Laugh<div>So...the bridesmaids dresses don't fit. It wasn't as if we guessed the sizes or people gained 35 pounds. The dresses are just.too.small.<br /><br />Sometimes you just have to laugh at this whole wedding thing, and here is Sarah Haskins to help you (and me) to do so...<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="ce_88988193" data="http://current.com/e/88988193/en_US" height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/88988193/en_US"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/88988193/en_US" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br />I need a plan.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">video from current.com<br /></span></div></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-5011136664897142902009-04-28T23:50:00.008-05:002009-04-29T00:08:00.451-05:00No Fairy Godmother NecessaryI don't have a fairy godmother, but if I did...<br /><br />1. Our photographer would follow us our wedding night hotel to get this shot...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SffeIVwDc1I/AAAAAAAADrQ/gBYjKo_3YsI/s1600-h/Events0108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SffeIVwDc1I/AAAAAAAADrQ/gBYjKo_3YsI/s400/Events0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329972918875288402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />2. I would look like my wedding gym-spiration... (I'm working on this one!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sffevsj22vI/AAAAAAAADrY/Isy1dD4mXwk/s1600-h/tyra_banks9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Sffevsj22vI/AAAAAAAADrY/Isy1dD4mXwk/s400/tyra_banks9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329973595013044978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3. We would get to go to the honeymoon spot of our dreams because our amazingly awesome friends and family have offered to help. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh snap! </span>This one's really happening!<br /><br />Totally thankful; no fairy godmother necessary. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">photos from aravaggio.com and justjared.buzznet.com<br /></span></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-8089737866971408532009-04-23T21:03:00.005-05:002009-04-23T21:08:27.998-05:00like this...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SfEd__YKumI/AAAAAAAADp4/j8GsvtyYZCQ/s1600-h/likethis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SfEd__YKumI/AAAAAAAADp4/j8GsvtyYZCQ/s400/likethis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328072819337771618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mr. Man and I have been feeling a little like this lately - a little tired, stressed and overscheduled. It's high time for something fun. Wednesday, I gave him an invite to the surprise adventure I've planned for tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes.<br /><br />If you are a nice person, you'll do an anti-rain dance. Until then, back to the books.<br /></div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-33711682024243086552009-04-21T01:00:00.003-05:002009-04-21T01:07:17.297-05:00Wedding Planning is Tough<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Se1iE2y-ueI/AAAAAAAADog/TS0ggzmIJ0Q/s1600-h/exasperated.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/Se1iE2y-ueI/AAAAAAAADog/TS0ggzmIJ0Q/s400/exasperated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021769817504226" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not complaining about the actual process. I promise.<br /><br />It's just hard to think about favors and gifts when your friends and family members are going through tough stuff. You've got to do it, because there is no magical wedding fairy who will appear and do it for you, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">life and all the amazing people in it are WAY more important.</span><br /><br />The details can stay on hold for a few days. I'm thankful that I can do what I can for the people I love.WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-33122041771269037102009-04-17T17:10:00.005-05:002009-04-17T17:26:38.365-05:00Crafty GoodnessI've always been a crafter, but wedding planning has brought out the crafty girl that lives underneath medical school books. I've made lots of DIY/crafty things for my wedding, but I haven't shared many of them on my blog. I feel like the "little things" will make a much bigger impact if they are shared with the wedding guests on the big day.<br /><br />That doesn't mean I can't share my non-wedding crafts with you! Here's some things I've made in the past few months for others.<br /><br />At my future sister-in-law's Pooh themed baby shower (assisted by my fabulous co-hostess)...<br /><br /><div align="center">...invitations...</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325788089497529362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SekADNeBrBI/AAAAAAAADoI/rcWTlSYXN6w/s400/Importapril16+021.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><br />...a diaper cake surrounded by prizes for the guests who won the games...<br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SekAe-cZqmI/AAAAAAAADoQ/NW-BW1VhRNQ/s1600-h/Importapril16+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325788566500518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SekAe-cZqmI/AAAAAAAADoQ/NW-BW1VhRNQ/s400/Importapril16+026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">...and a sign for the cutest little niece ever!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SekAsYvjIaI/AAAAAAAADoY/eTNGtsiZxdo/s1600-h/Importapril16+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325788796898451874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SekAsYvjIaI/AAAAAAAADoY/eTNGtsiZxdo/s400/Importapril16+024.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br />More to come!<br /><br /><br /></p>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012197567419979459.post-20850484818013568942009-04-15T00:38:00.003-05:002009-04-15T01:01:53.825-05:00It's Starting to Feel Real<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SeV1qn5iaEI/AAAAAAAADoA/EKQEaRNGzCk/s1600-h/countdown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324791509560748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__G9D8T0vFLg/SeV1qn5iaEI/AAAAAAAADoA/EKQEaRNGzCk/s400/countdown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I looked over a tentative draft of our wedding day timeline, and it made everything seem so real! I mean, not that a ton of spreadsheets, number crunching, and vendor calls <em>isn't real</em>. The wedding slavedriver (Knot.com) says I have 94 days left and 184 things to do. Good thing I have medical school to procrastinate from wedding planning. Or is it the other way around?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I guess after I learn some neuroscience, I'll get cracking. I know finishing the invites is priorty, but after that, I'm not really sure what to tackle.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Favors? Bridal party gifts? What random project are you glad you got out of the way early in the game?</div>WideEyedBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648258555208275088noreply@blogger.com1