So, Tim and I were lounging around before I had to get ready to head to work today when there was a knock at the door.
It was the UPS guy, with our first registry gifts!
Oh boy!
So, Tim had me open the box to find cutlery and steak knives.
Other girls aren’t as lucky. Or are luckier, depending on your point of view.
Naughty jokes from fellow brides? Oh boy!
Three women: one engaged, one married, and one a mistress, are chatting about their relationships and decide to amaze their men that night all three will wear a leather bodice S&M style, stilettos and mask over their eyes. After a few days they meet again…..
The engaged girlfriend said: ‘The other night, when my boyfriend came back home, he found me in the leather bodice, 4″ stilettos and mask. He said, ‘You are the woman of my life, I love you…then we made love all night long.’
The mistress stated: ‘Oh Yes! The other night we met in his office. I was wearing the leather bodice, mega stilettos, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn’t say a word. We just had wild sex all night.’
The married one then said: ‘The other night I sent the kids to stay at my mother’s for the night, I got myself ready, leather bodice, super stilettos and mask over my eyes. My husband came in from work, grabbed the TV controller and a beer, and said, ‘Hey Batman, what’s for dinner?’
As much as I hope Tim and I - and our guests - have a good time at our wedding, I hope it doesn’t end up like this.
Although you have to admit it is kind of sweet that the bride and groom go from tripping and fighting each other to attacking the guests that try to help them. All together now: Awwww…
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Note to all our guests: Tripping the bride is not allowed. I probably will throw a metal planter at you if you try.
Well, since people have been buying stuff off our registry, Tim and I decided to hit up Target and add more stuff.
It’s more fun than you’d think.
Anyone who’s worked retail before would recognize the “gun” they give you.
They allow you to go around the store zapping whatever it is you want. So, Tim and I did. And it was awesome.
We added video games (for him, clearly), TV shows on DVD, a huge collage frame to replace the ugly fabric thing he has over our sofa and much, much more. We were, you know, trying to get a good mix of things in different price ranges.
It’s sad to think we’re basically done with that. No more playing with the registry gun….
Until next time.
I think when setting up the guest list for a wedding, people have a tendency to go overboard. We want to invite everyone who ever once meant something to us, including our best friend from grade 5, even if we haven’t talked to them since grade 6.
I have to admit, I think Tim and I both gave into this, just a little bit. Nothing as extreme as the example I mentioned above, but high school friends and college friends we haven’t spoken to in a few years were definitely included. Of course, whether they come is up to them, but I think it was important to not sever friendships.
Which, of course, brings me to the next guest list issue: He wants to invite someone, and she doesn’t. We ran into this problem, and it came to a head last night. There’s someone on our guest list I really don’t care for, to put it nicely. Tim, however, is friends with this person’s significant other and wants to invite that person. But, they’re a pair. It blew up, but with today’s calmer mind, I saw his side. If he wants someone there, why shouldn’t they be there?
Besides, I’ll just come up with a sign a la Seinfeld in case this person decides to bug me. It’s my goal to not say more than “Thanks for coming” to this person on my wedding day. Hopefully, I’ll succeed.
The first purchases from our registry have been made.
It’s kind of an exciting feeling to see some of what we’ve asked for - flatware, nice sheets, steak knives - being crossed off the list.
Now, I know people don’t have to buy gifts when they go to a wedding. I understand that. But it’s kind of making the impending wedding seem more real. People don’t buy gifts 1 year, 9 months, 6 months before a wedding. They do it when it’s close. And, with 49 days and counting left, I’d say we’re definitely getting close.
Our only problem: Where do we put all this stuff in our tiny, one bedroom apartment? I guess we’ll just have to move.
The boys in blue who put more than 51 bullets in Sean Bell have been found not guilty.
I’ve been following this case, and it just makes me so sad. Why? This could have been anyone’s future husband. It could have been mine or your’s.
I rarely (read: never) agree with the Rev. Al Sharpton, but I do agree with what he said today on his radio show: “What we saw in court today was not a miscarriage of justice. Justice didn’t miscarry. This was an abortion of justice. Justice was aborted.”
I can’t even imagine how Nicole Paultre Bell must feel right now. Not only was her fiance killed by cops - shot FIFTY ONE times - but now some judge finds them not guilty. That poor, poor woman.
And what about those two kids that don’t have a Daddy anymore? What are they supposed to do now? How are they supposed to grow up with any kind of respect for the law?
The Rev. Sharpton was certainly right when he said justice aborted today.
It’s a sad day, I think, for all of us who believe in what this country could be, what laws should mean. Unfortunately, the differences between “should” and “are” are glaringly apparent here.
A discussion has been started about this on Brides.com. It’s called “WTF??? HOW COULD THEY BE FOUND NOT GUILTY????”. Join up and join the discussion.
When Tim and I made our wedding Web site, we did it thinking it would make things easier for people. Everything they need to know is all in one spot: registry information, hotels we’ve blocked, ceremony and reception sites and times… Everything. We’ve even allowed people to RSVP and picked their dinner via the Web.
Apparently, this is harder than we though.
My mum and Tim’s dad have gotten a barrage (OK, maybe I exaggerate a little) of phone calls for relatives not understanding the concept of the Web page or not knowing where to get our URL.
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The URL - and password to get into the site - are both in the materials we included with the invitations.
Oh well. I guess some people just don’t get or aren’t comfortable with the internet. Or, you know, they sent in the response cards before writing down the URL.
Ooops.
Thanks to Scrubs and the magic of YouTube, the whole newsroom has Erasure’s “A Little Respect” stuck in their heads. I defy anyone to not get into this song, just a little.
But there is a point, I promise.
Tim booked our transportation to the wedding and to the reception. A nice, pretty white stretch limo. Apparently, I’ll be getting the red carpet treatment the whole day. Does that mean I get assistants to throw things at or to hold an umbrella over my head? That would be pretty awesome.
But I was reading the contract and, though I completely understand why they had to do this, it did make me giggle. Just a little.
“No Smoking _______ No throw up. ________ ($200.00 min clean up fee) No Feet on Bar _______No touching mirrored ceiling.______ ”
No smoking I get. No barfing understandable, though $200 is a little steep for clean up. (And it made me chortle.) No feet on the bar… I guess that’s not really sanitary. But come on. No touching the mirrored ceiling? That’s just mean.
It’s kind of weird the things you learn about people when you’re planning a wedding.
For example, I learned of some food allergies of some of my guests. I suppose peanuts are a fairly common allergy, but mushrooms? Melons? Really?! I’ve known the people possessing these allergies most of my life, and I never knew about them.
How bizarre.
In other news, over the weekend (while we were dropping off my car in Raleigh to be fixed after the unfortunate future sister-in-law backing into my car in the driveway incident) Tim, the future in-laws and myself went to Maggiano’s in Durham, where we’re having our rehearsal dinner. I had never been there before, so Jean (future mother in law) thought it would be a good idea for me to taste the food before we decide on the menu. Makes sense to me.
Unfortunately, it was prom weekend, or at least a prom weekend. The place was booked solid. We decided to go anyway to see if we could get a table. We were told the wait would be three hours. No thanks. But, after Jean worked her magic, we did get in. She told the maitre d’ that we were from out of town (true!) and needed to decide on our rehearsal dinner menu (also true!) that wait mysteriously dropped to 15 minutes. Imagine that.
We ordered off the family style menu - the same one we’ll be using for the rehearsal dinner - and we had: Tuscan mussels and tomatoes, mozzerella, fresh basil and balsamic vinegar as appetizers; Caesar and spinach salads; rigatoni d (rigatoni, button mushrooms, creamy brothy sauce) and linguine with clams in red sauce as pasta dishes; veal parmigiana and lobster ravioli as entrees; crispy red potatoes and asparagus in butter and garlic as sides; and cheesecake and chocolate cake for dessert. OH. MY. GOD. It was delicious.
Honestly, I think I gained 20 pounds from that meal alone, but totally worth it.
