Life Happens

Disclaimer: ChooChoo!  Here comes the depressing post train!  I didn't mean for it to be such a downer, but after rereading it, it's a little sad.

Right now I'm knee deep in addressing and finishing our STDs which I can't wait to reveal!  First, though, I want to talk a bit about something I think many of us detail oriented brides forget: life.  It happens regardless of how engorged we all get during wedding planning.

A few days ago, my great uncle passed away.  He was a wonderful man who accomplished some great things in his life as a doctor, husband, and father.  The death was fairly sudden, and it broke me out of my "must finish STDs" wedding planning sunshine and rainbows trance.

Let them eat...styrofoam?

In September, I decided to brave the swarms of North Central West Virginia brides and attend my venue's semi-annual bridal show.  I went with the intention of finding a vendor for my cake.  It took me awhile to get to the cakes though.  Why?  Those sneaky bridal show folks gave us brides a little booklet we had to get signed by EVERY vendor.  If we had it all filled out, we turned it in and were eligible for drawings.  Since I'm always up for free things, I engaged in many an awkward conversation with competitors of vendors I had already booked.  Yes, I have no shame.

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People

It's easy!  Just make your wedding guest list!

I should preface this post by saying that I think in numbers.  It's creepy.  I'm like the female Rainman.  Even as a child, I loved my name because it's length was a palindrome...7 letters for my first name, 3 for my middle, 7 for my last...best name ever?  Oh yeah.