Becoming Mrs. B.

I'd sing along, but I lost my VOICE

2008-05-08T12:16:00.008-04:00

Because it's Thursday and I'm still recouping from my weekend of NYC Bachelorette debauchery (I was reminded that I'm not as young as I once was...), I don't have it in me to post much. I will, however, post our wedding CD favor song-list for you, since we finalized it last night:

1. Accidentally in Love / Counting Crows

2. At Last / Etta James

3. I'm Yours / Jason Mraz

4. All I Want Is You / Barry Louis Polisar

5. Such Great Heights / Iron & Wine

6. What a Wonderful World / Louis Armstrong

7. I Melt With You / Modern English

8. That's How Strong My Love Is / Otis Redding

9. Maybe I'm Amazed / Paul McCartney

10. Angel Dream / Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

11. Brighter Than Sunshine / Aqualung

12. Stand by Me / Ben E. King

13. Not Fade Away / Buddy Holly & The Crickets

14. Harvest Moon / The Hard Lessons

15. Never Let You Down / The Verve Pipe

16. To Make You Feel My Love / Garth Brooks

17. Somewhere Over the Rainbow / Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

18. At My Most Beautiful / R.E.M.

19. Bless the Broken Road / Rascal Flatts

20. All I Want Is You / U2

21. Everything / Alanis Morissette

22. The Luckiest* / Ben Folds

*Our wedding song

And can I just say: OHMYGOD, I'm getting married in 8 days!!!! YAY!!

28 Days

2008-04-18T09:25:00.004-04:00

Less than a month to go (!!!) and I keep getting more excited and relaxed as our big day gets closer. Not sure what that's all about, but I've always managed to be a little backwards, so what's new?

One bad thing we just found out: Mark's brother has bowed out of his co-best-man duties. Not the one in Iraq, but the other one. I'm completely heartbroken for Mark, but his brother has his reasons. Let's just say he has some major anxiety and complex issues, and even though we've assured him that things will be fine, he's not able to move past them. Now Mark is working on promoting an usher and asking another friend to step in. *sigh* We will figure it all out, but I just feel so sad for Mark.

I picked up our cake topper from the post office this morning, and the little birds are even MORE precious in person!! Much smaller than I originally thought and very, very sweet. YAY!

Last night we went to the location of our first date - Champps - where we are holding our rehearsal dinner. We wanted to try a few options to offer our guests, and when my salad came out, it was practically as big as my car tire. I laughed, but then...I ATE THE WHOLE THING. Mark ate about 1/4 of his and claimed he was "full." When our waiter came to pick up the plates, I said, "Uh...I ate the whole thing, and I'd like to take the rest of HIS home!" At least my sweetie can't say I don't have a healthy appetite for life! ;o)

The weather is getting warmer and the sun is making more repeat and longer visits. I'm finding it difficult to focus, but also finding it quite hard to be anything but annoyingly cheery. This is the exact reason why I wanted a spring wedding; there is nothing like those first beautiful days after a long, cold winter, and I can't think of a better time to celebrate a new beginning. To say I'm happy would be a vast understatement.

BEHOLD!

2008-04-11T21:17:00.009-04:00

I just got the pictures of the cake topper I commissioned "Fancy Little Things" (through Etsy) to make for our wedding, and it's got to be the cutest freaking thing I've ever seen. Can you even STAND IT?! *sigh*

She even put a little bling on the left wing of the lady bird. OMG!!! :o)

Mark and I are definitely lovebirds, so my vision of this turned out just perfectly. YAY!!

5 Weeks

2008-04-09T13:37:00.002-04:00

You know I love me some Internet/email, but I was cursing my fluent use of it and little else - pencils and pens, included - as I handwrote the plethora of thank you cards following my bridal shower last weekend. I know this may sound pathetic, but I daresay my right arm got a workout, ya'll...

Today marks 5 weeks from my wedding day and the closer it gets, the more excited and relaxed I become. If I'm delusional, please don't tell me. I'd like to enjoy this while I can.

My shower was more lovely than I could have imagined, and while there were several people who weren't able to make it (dear, but not necessarily near), I felt so completely loved and fortunate to have so many strong women there who support me so much. There was lots of laughter (when I opened up a nutcracker, my best friend/bridesmaid yelled out, "That's for when Mark gets out of line!"), stories (even one teasing me about adamantly bringing my own handsoap to work...), and eating of delicious food. Once my hand cramps dissipate, I'll be sure to post some photos of the event for you. ;o)

The mini-bachelorette party/slumber party was a BLAST and I don't think I've laughed that much or that hard in a long time. To think I was sober the whole time...I really must be turning into a grown-up, at last.

Oh, did I just hear you start laughing? OK, you're right, I'm nowhere near being a grown-up! Ha!

Still, it's true I will become Mrs. B in less than 40 days. Holy crap, I'm so excited!!!!

Oh...I wanted to take a minute to congratulate MRS. M. (!!!) on her wedding this past Sunday. I can't wait to hear the details, lady! Hope you're enjoying Belize, you lucky biatch. (((HUGS)))

49 Days

2008-03-28T11:37:00.006-04:00

49 days from now, I'll be married. As the day nears, I get more and more excited and - thankfully - much more relaxed. Now that I have all the big to-do's out of the way, I'm finally able to focus on the reason for the planning instead of freaking out about all the things I have left to do.

The invitations went out this week. When I dropped them off at the post office, it felt as though I left a couple bricks behind, too. My shoulders needed that.

We emailed our wedding website address to people, too, and the guestbook comments are beginning to flood in. Every time I go on to read them and the emails that follow, I feel loved and blessed to have so many people who support this marriage. In the early days of being engaged, I had dreams during which we arrived to our reception, only to discover barely anyone had bothered to show up. I know that mostly had to do with my panic of not being able to pick a date and begin planning, but still. I don't have those those dreams anymore...

Tomorrow morning, I will have my first wedding dress fitting. I have the shoes and the bra, and even though my stomach isn't as flat as I might like, I'm so excited to feel the alençon lace with my fingertips again, and watch as they pin the dress to my curves, making it all mine, mine, mine.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will attend my bridal shower. Roughly forty of my dear family members and friends will be there to witness me "oooh and ahhh" with each gift opened. The presents aren't the part I'm looking forward to most, though. I can't wait to see all of these women in one room together. These are the women who helped mold me into the women I am today - the one who fits so perfectly with the amazing man I'm about to marry. I wonder: if I hadn't known even one of those people, would I still be that person?...

And then, tomorrow night, we will continue the festivities at a hotel, where there is a mini bachelorette party/slumber party being thrown on my behalf. Since the real party will be in May in New York City (YAY!!), some of the people - my older sister/matron of honor, included - won't be able to attend. Therefore, they wanted to throw me a tamer version, of which I'm sure will turn at least a little wild later in the night. With me, it always does. ;o)

On the eve of these celebrations, I feel so completely happy and excited about this journey before me. I have a man who I love more than I thought possible, who loves me equally and passionately in return. I have dreams and hopes coming true, and even more in the making. With all of the whining I've done about all this wedding planning stress, it makes this stage of the process completely worth it.

In 49 days, I'll marry my best friend and lover, all rolled into one. How lucky am I?!

I need a smack on the head - UPDATED

2008-03-24T13:45:00.003-04:00

You know what I wouldn't suggest doing during your stint of stuffing, addressing, and mailing out your wedding invitations? Forgetting to put a stamp on the return RSVP envelopes until AFTER you've sealed them. Yeah...

LEARN FROM MY MISTAKE, my friends!!!!!

*sigh*

UPDATE:

I just realized that I typed "mailing out" in the above sentence, when I actually meant "sealing" the envelopes. Seriously, I need TWO smacks on the head!! The good news is that I realized my mistake before the invitations were actually sent out, and was able to open all the sealed envelopes and put stamps on those bad boys. I'm so glad I caught this so no one had the chance to open my invite and see that I didn't put a stamp on the return envelope. Alas, my dignity remains suspended on it's thin, dangling thread...for now, anyway. ;o)

Shopping = Sucky

2008-03-17T17:11:00.005-04:00

I'm a lady - of course, I use the term "lady" lightly here - and like any lady, I like to shop. As a matter of fact, back before I had a house, fiance' and dog, you could find me shopping just about as much as you could find me out drinking with friends and living it up. After all, I was the girl with nineteen pairs of jeans in rotation at any given time (picture this: I used to use my ghetto-booty as a tool to pick up men). Now, I'd rather pop open a bottle of red and chill by the fire with my main man and pup. Between you and me, not only am I surprised by this fact, but also shocked I'm actually willing to admit it.

One thing I'm having a particularly tough time grasping, however, is why the fun has been completely zapped from shopping. Now, I actually view this past-pasttime as a chore. Grocery shopping officially blows and I resort to my corner store for milk and bread more often than not. Clothing shopping gets continually difficult as I remain a 'tweener (not a girl, not yet a woman-willing-to-sport-mom-butt). And lately, I've been introduced to a new kind of shopping: Wedding Shopping.

I ask myself everyday how people managed to plan weddings before the Internet became mainstream. Having said that, I still find myself driving around town an awful lot lately, looking for some obscure and yet-found item I never thought I would ever need. Patina paint? Yes, please! A large flower-shaped paper punch? Don't mind if I do! Mother-of-the-Groom dresses by the boatload to bring Up North for an Easter weekend fashion show (my in-law's live in the sticks, and they like being stuck there)? Uh. Huh.

*sigh* I'm exhausted and I haven't even started gathering RSVP's yet. And don't even bring up the subject of putting together a seating chart because I'll cry, I swear I will!

My wedding planner has mentioned doing personal shopping for me, but I was previously too worried she wouldn't be prudent enough to weed out the tacky. Now? I might enlist her with the wise advice to simply step away from the gold and gaudy. Any advice for a harried wife-to-be? I'm a card-carrying lunatic, and I'm not afraid to use it...

Girls, Girls, Girls!

2008-03-05T17:00:00.005-05:00

This past weekend was great. I was supposed to have gone to Chicago to visit my best friend (and bridesmaid), but on Friday afternoon, she called to tell me she was feeling sick and thought it was best that I stay home. Having the weekend suddenly open to do whatever, I quickly got other plans in the works and ended up spending the weekend with some of my favorite ladies in my life.

On Saturday, I went to Grand Rapids to spend time with my mom, sister, aunt, and friend. We went mother-of-the-bride dress shopping (for the THIRD TIME), which has proven to be more difficult than wedding dress shopping! Seriously. There are some fugly dresses out there for mothers' of brides. You would think there would be some options out there that didn't fall under one of two categories:

Hoochie of the Bride
Granny of the Bride

But, nooooo! There has been no happy medium, thus far.

There was one serious contender (which we actually bought, just in case), but my mom complained about it making her boobs look flattened out. I thought I had just the fix for that, and yelled out loud for everyone to hear, "Cindy (our friend who was there), go grab my mom some cutlets!" Two minutes later, I was stuffing the silicone bra inserts into my mom's bra, with her cracking up the whole time.

Then, to make it all the more hilarious, I went and grabbed one of those full-body suctiony girdle things for my mom try on, since the dress we liked didn't come in her size and we wanted to see how it would look once she lost a couple pounds from the diet she's on right now. Let's just say we monopolized the dressing rooms, and having five women there in one stall? It's fodder for laughs all around (my poor mom)!

We followed up the shopping with lunch and a movie - '27 Dresses.' It was the perfect way to end the day. Sure, we didn't find the perfect dress for my mom, but we're hopeful.

On Sunday, I met up with my other best friend (and bridesmaid) to find shoes for her and my other attendants to wear. We had lunch, shopped, and then went to get mani-pedi's. It was such a nice, relaxing weekend, and I was so happy to be able to make these last minute plans with people who love and care about me.

At one point, I looked around and asked myself, "How can wedding planning be bad when you have women this wonderful to help you?!" I truly felt blessed.

Limits

2008-02-08T13:19:00.000-05:00

I learned something new about myself recently: I don't have the mental capacity to attend a bridal show with an open mind. I vowed never to attend one, because I had an inking that this might be the case. However, upon getting a D.J. recommendation from my wedding coordinator, I was told I could get a sizable discount if I went to meet him at a bridal show and signed with him there. And so, this is how I found myself at a bridal show on a Sunday morning.

With mimosa in hand (God bless 'em), we walked around the different booths. I was soon conscious of the fact that I was wrinkling up my nose in judgment quite a bit, a realization I pointed out to Mark (I'd dragged him along for moral support). I felt bad, but every time I approached a new booth, I was greeted with yet more...tacky. SUV limo? Check. Doves in a white cage? Double check. Sparkles and tafetta and feathers? Check. Check. CHECK.

While passing the chair cover lady, we were dragged in to look at her brochure. When I told her where we were holding our reception, she informed us she had two options that fit the chairs available at our location. Pointing out the cheap-looking white option, I asked, "Is that satin?" Excitedly, she nodded her head and said, "Yes!" Without missing a beat, I said, "I don't like satin." Poor lady. Later, when we got into the car, Mark shared with me his version of this exchange:

Me: Is that satin?
Her: Why, yes, IT IS!...
Me: I HATE motherfuckin' satin!!!!

Tee hee...

By the time we found the DJ, I'd had enough. Approaching him and introducing myself, he cheerfully asked us if we were having a good time. Proving - once again - that I have no filter on my brain whatsoever, I responded by miming a twitch (with the head to the side and all) and saying, "Um, not really...these things make me twitch!" Yeah. I fucking rock.

After asking the very nice DJ some information, I was ready to sign on the dotted line. Before doing so, though, I inquired about the equipment set-up. He explained that they had quite the light show, which included roughly eight lights. I must have been blankly staring at him as I thought to myself how excessive that sounded, because he waited a few seconds and then said, "...but...we could always talk about narrowing that down a little?" to which I replied with a hearty, "OK! That'd be great!" It was at that point I finished off the white wine I'd just been handed, looked at Mark and said, "We've got to get out of here...I'm being a bitch."

Everyone? I swear I'm a nice person. And I love pretty things. Dressing up is always fun for me, and I even look forward to putting little bows on presents, etc. Yet, somehow I still can't let myself go "all out" with this wedding planning. I got goosebumps while attending our chapel recently, but I still can't get excited about linens and invitations. I guess I am who I am, but this process has certainly exposed some limitations I didn't know I had.

Pass me another piece of wedding cake, though, and we'll talk.

Progress

2008-01-22T14:59:00.000-05:00

I have news. I hired a wedding coordinator this weekend. YAY! When I told Mark how much it would cost (it was a deal, if you ask me), he said, "PERFECT, let's get two!" He's so cute. He maintains that it's worth every penny if it gives me peace of mind, and so far it has done just that.

We've also secured a baker for the cake and met with our pastor since I last posted. I'm on a roll! Funny thing: once I got more details out of the way and stopped thinking about it all so much, I started having fun. Guess I just needed to stop worrying and get moving...

Today at the chapel during the meeting with our pastor, Mark and I were glowing. It was so fun to be in the very place we will get married in just a few short months. When we were asked what made us realize we were each "the one" for the other, I teared up upon hearing what Mark had to say. He is very good at always making me feel loved and appreciated, but hearing the words so specifically spelled out was such a treat. I'd already given my (inferior, IMHO) answer and upon hearing what he so eloquently had to say, I immediately piped up with a "Uhh, can I change my answer to 'What he said'?" I'm such a dork. :o)

Bridesmaid dresses: Ordered!

2008-01-17T09:59:00.000-05:00

When I went to Indianapolis in November with my little sister Rachel and stepmom (better known as 'YOM' or "Your other mother"), we happened upon this bridesmaid dress and fell in love with it. When Rachel, my maid of honor, tried it on, I'm pretty sure I squealed and jumped up and down, that's how perfect it fit with my vision of our wedding day. After waiting oh-so-patiently to get the size information from the other girls, I finally was able to order the dresses this morning. I'm so excited!! They are so springy and sweet, aren't they?

Ann Taylor Karen Crossdye Dupioni Strapless dress:

Because I (apparently) like living the edge

2008-01-16T17:07:00.000-05:00

I get married four months from today. Just to prove how far behind I am with the wedding planning (I've oh-so-diligiently bucked this system far too long), I'll let you know what I've finally done in the last two days alone:

Set up a time to get our engagement photo taken for the paper (SHAMEFUL)
Made an appointment with a pastor to perform the wedding ceremony (I KNOW!!)
Set up an appointment with a cake lady
Called about DJ services that don't offer 'The Bubble Experience'
Looked up local marriage certificate laws
Reserved the tuxes for the male attendents (Mark is now the proud owner of his own matching one, since he will have many reasons to wear one starting this Friday)
Researched wedding planners and emailed one of them with possible desperation in my (writing) voice
Began looking for a rehearsal dinner location
Decided upon the starting time for our wedding, which is now 5:30pm, after wavering between that and 6pm for months...what's wrong with me?! Wait...don't answer that.
Sat down and reviewed the checklist in my sadly neglected Martha Stewart wedding planning binder (and folks? I gots lot's to do...)
Made a plan to sit down with the caterer to talk about menu options

Hilariously, I now feel a sense of calm about this whole wedding-planning thing. It's not lost on me that I finally started feeling better about this once I got off my damn ass and started doing something about it. Funny how that works, huh? *blush*

Unsure

2008-01-15T12:37:00.000-05:00

(Sorry, in advance, for any of you who already read this on my other blog...)

The other day I was feeling off and jittery. Mark, in an attempt to cheer me up, asked, "What's your favorite food in the whole world?" I didn't know at the time, but he was planning to go get that very food for me and bring it back so we could eat it while watching a funny movie. Not knowing he was asking for a more immediate reason, I sat there wracking my brain for what felt like an eternity before I finally tearfully said, "I don't...really...I can't THINK what my favorite food is!" and slumped down on the couch next to him for a hug. He then told me his reason for asking, at which point I said ""Ohhh. If I would have known that, I would have told you what I was in the mood for right now..."

This led me to sadly admitting that I felt like a loser for not being able to ever give an answer for what my "favorite" anything is (color, line of work, hobby, parent, etc). He claimed he was the same way and thought both of us are this way because we like a lot of things a lot, and aren't the type to allow ourselves to get blocked in or committed to just one thing - except for each other, of course. I mean, variety is the spice of life, right?

I've thought more since that conversation, and I realize this very reason is why I'm not enjoying wedding planning very much. There is so much pressure to not only get everything right, make everyone happy and keep with traditions, but also to make this day special and specific to us, while taking into account all of our favorite things. I mean, if you asked me what my favorite flower is - which I was asked by my florist, by the way - I would think to myself, "But there are too many beautiful ones to choose just one!" Maybe it's the middle child in me, but my heart always breaks a little to think I might leave anything out. And so it's easier if I just avoid having to make these decisions at all, for fear I won't make the right ones.

Now, I could easily hire a wedding planner and I still might (Fabulous!). But the thing is, while I'm awfully bad at making a decision about any one thing, I'm also quite good at being opinionated and knowing what it is I don't want. Which is exactly why it took me 30 years to find the man I wanted to marry in the first place...

So how do I get over this? How do I balance my perfectionism, growing anxiety, normal life stresses, and want/needs, all the while staying within a budget and including everything that is important to us? How do I begin looking at this problem and making it into a solution, instead of tritely blaming it on the fact that I just don't think I'm cut out for this wedding-planning business? I don't want to appear to be bitter because I'm so far from it. I think about my wedding day and I feel warm and like the luckiest person knowing I will be marrying my best friend, the person who makes me happier than I ever thought I deserved to be. I see myself walking down the aisle of the adorable little chapel and I feel excited and renewed. But then I'm forced to once again look back at the minute details, to make the calls and sign the contracts & checks, and answer all the questions...and I just want to run away from it all.

How do I let go and just enjoy this ride? I certainly have waited in line for it for a long time, and it saddens me to think I'm ruining it for myself.

I'm trying here!

2008-01-14T16:31:00.001-05:00

So I got another email from The Knot today. And instead of rolling my eyes and hitting 'delete,' I scanned through the "You have four months left and these are the millions of things you still need to do!" message and found a link about "personalizing" my special day. Because despite how indifferent I am to the mundane actions of planning a wedding, I'm ALL about making this day special and tailored to Mark and me. I loved this little tip:

"Leave a blank note card at each guest’s plate so that can write down their well-wishes for you as a couple. Once done, ask them to slip the note in a gorgeous box... Read them after the honeymoon, then at your first anniversary, and your second...handwritten notes will never lose their power of personalization."

See? I'm not that cynical... ;o)

Snide-to-Be

2008-01-09T09:51:00.000-05:00

It's been too long since I've written here and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry mostly because that means I haven't really done much by way of wedding planning. Keeping with tradition, I've been a pretty lousy bride-to-be; this is NOT coming naturally for me! I'm ok with this, knowing I will be much more attune to the 'being a good wife' part, but in the meantime I'm slightly disgusted with myself.

I've been pretty judgmental about this whole process. When I log onto The Knot and read the local chatboards for suggestions, I start twitching. Have you been on this site? I honestly worry that some of those aching-for-a-wedding women don't realize that once this big 'to-do' is over? They will be MARRIED. Like, for better or worse. It's just...typical. So yes, I judge a little. While I sometimes wish this wedding planning game was more fun for me to play, I'm also happy knowing that part of the reason why Mark wants to marry ME and not someone else is because I don't live for this.

Last night we met with our friend* who is designing our wedding invitations. When she asked us what we were looking for, I went off on a tangent:

"I want none of that ivory on ivory crap. And you can forget the 'flimsy-flamsy' tissue paper between the pages, too. I mean, what IS that? Am I supposed to use it to blot my greasy forehead? Oh, thanks, I'll be sure to bring it to your wedding so I'm suitable for impromptu photos!"

Really, people. Do I have to be so...crude? *sigh*

When I got a call back yesterday from the guy at a DJ company I was considering, I almost laughed out loud at his suggestions. He was so excited to tell me about their bubble machine (he actually referred to this as "The Bubble Experience") and FOG machine! And how they can bring in plasma TV's - plural - so videos of the songs can be played all night long! And let us not forget the "Confetti Hand Streamers" for the perfect "Grand Entrance!" I finally cut him off and politely asked, "Uh...how much would it cost for you to JUST PLAY MUSIC for 6 hours?" BLECH.

On a brighter note, we meet with a florist today and so far I want to be her new best friend. She's so talented - she's even worked with the (Bill) Clinton campaign. She also happens to be in the midst of planning her own wedding, so she's completely in tune with what I'm going through. She admitted she's been doing event planning for 12 years, but is having a really tough time planning her own affair. I felt so much better hearing that for some reason. I guess we really are our own worst enemy...

*During our invitation meeting when our friend went to the bathroom, Mark and I actually had a conversation about eloping. I was all, "So what if we lose $1,800 in deposits? Let's run away and be married far away from all this planning B.S.! And he got a big grin on his face and jokingly said, "OK!!" We are freaking hilarious. Except for...I kinda wasn't kidding. *blush*

The Search

2007-11-01T15:25:00.000-04:00

Driving to the first bridal salon on Saturday, I turned to my mom & sister and said, "If there aren't tears, ladies, it ain't the dress for me...got it?" We laughed, knowing this cliche' is probably just some made up future-wives tale. I mean, how many people really cry the second they find their wedding dress?!

We walked into the first place and I was sadly underwhelmed. I went straight for the bridesmaids dresses, which is never a good sign for a bride-to-be. My sister finally diverted me over to the three walls of white poufiness, where I reluctantly started looking through the options. I whined. I let out lots of "Ugh's" and "Ick's." My mom pointed out several options that made me diplomatically say, "Yeah, it's nice but I don't like (this element)..." I finally found three dresses to try on and went back to the dressing area. Turns out there is only one area with a big mirror and everyone was about to see Amy's ASS. And boobs (I'd brought my own strapless bra). Ahem.

The first one was beautiful, a real contender. The second was gorgeous in a completely different but equal way. My sister took photos and we discussed lace and fit. I was starting to get into the spirit of things! No tears were shed, but overall I left happy, information in hand.

The second place my sister heard about from a friend. We walked in. We walked out. *SHUDDER*

The third place was nice, but I spent more time whining about how HEAVY the dresses were on the racks - in their clear plastic-zippered bags - then I spent trying on said dresses. I finally found one I liked, tried it on and instantly took it off. I'd had just. about. enough.

With a half-hour left until the last place closed, we rolled into the parking lot and I vowed to be more open-minded. Upon walking in, we were asked to take off our shoes before entering the dress area. The ladies were instantly helpful and pointed out options based on what I told them I was looking for. I decided upon three choices, one of which I simply grabbed because I liked the lace.

The first was amazing and my mom was almost sold. The second was beautiful, but just not "me." We went back into the dressing room and my mom and sister helped put the last dress over my shoulders. This dress, a tank style, was the only one I tried on that wasn't strapless; as soon as they got it on me, I said, "Ugh, get these sleeves OFF of me" and promptly removed my arms from them and tucked them into the bodice.

Out to the three-way mirror I went. Stepping up on the pedestal, I couldn't help but look down and admire the lace. I looked up and instantly got goosebumps. I was given a hand mirror to better see the train and as I looked back into the full-length mirror again, I got tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, and excitedly announced, "I LOVE THIS DRESS!!!" Turning around, I was met by my sister's red face, her own tears threatening to fall. My mom jumped up from the couch, tears running down her face. We all met into a three-way hug, laughing and sobbing. The seamstress even had tears in her eyes. Feeling a bit silly, I blurted out to the sales lady, "I might LOOK twelve, but I'm much older...it's taken me a LONG time to have a reason to cry over a damn dress!" We were promptly handed tissues and told that the sleeve issue was a quick and simple fix. I was sold.

I get choked up thinking about it even now, if you want to know the truth. I honestly never thought I would have this kind of reaction to fabric and thread. I guess what "they" say really is true. Still, I like to think it's not about the dress and more about the fact that finding the one that is so "you" makes it more easy to envision yourself on your wedding day. In the vision I had, I looked ethereally pretty and happy, which is exactly what I wanted.

For those of you who wish you could see a photo of the dress, guess what? It's quite a bit like the dress I raved about here. LOVE!!

Dress to Impress

2007-10-26T14:27:00.000-04:00

I'm going dress shopping with my mom and sister tomorrow in Grand Rapids - I just found out about an hour ago that my sister will be able to break away from the baby for a few hours. I'm SO excited...and since you all know by now that 'excitement' hasn't exactly been in my wedding-planning repertoire, this is REALLY good news.

I suppose it can't hurt that I'll be going to a bridal salon that carries the line that includes a dress I fell in love with while searching online. *sigh*

I have to admit I was really worried for quite a while about the fact that I was NOT feeling this whole wedding planning thing. Yet, as soon as we found the ceremony and reception sites, I felt an instant calm that allowed me to clearly envision the rest of the process without wanting to hyperventilate.

We'll see how I feel after trying on some dresses, of course. ;o)

Big Day Update

2007-10-24T17:43:00.000-04:00

I know I told you we would be getting married on May 9th, but things have changed. We are now getting married on May 16, 2008 (which gives us one more week - yay!), and I'm FINALLY getting excited about this wedding planning thing.

That's because we finally have a place to get married:

...and a place to hold our reception:

Can you say RELIEF?!...

It's really nice to finally have some definitives and to now be able to jump fully into the planning. I won't lie and say I'm not nervous about how little time I have and how much still needs to be done, but we can handle it. I have my little sister - the Maid of Honor - scoping out bridesmaid dresses for me, and plan to go try some wedding dresses sometime this weekend.

So. Officially, I can say I'm planning a wedding. And that in roughly 200 days, I will become a "Mrs".. :o)

Question

2007-10-12T17:48:00.000-04:00

Although I'm seriously considering running away and marrying Mark without telling a single soul (except, of course, you - ha!), I'm also trying to find a way to ask my desired attendants - my two sisters and my two best friends - to stand up at our wedding. Is there a cute way to do this? I tried to ask one of my best friends at dinner the other night and it just felt trite...I was nervous, almost like it was a first date or something! What the hell, right?

So, does anyone have any great ideas on how to make this at least a little special for my girls? They ARE very special to me, so I would like to ask them in a little different way if possible.

Thanks!

Drumroll, please...

2007-09-18T21:30:00.000-04:00

I think we have a wedding date. We finally found out Mark's brother will be able to come home for a visit [from fighting that shit-ass war] the first two weeks of May. Since we had already decided we want to get married on a Friday, May 9th, 2008 is going to be the day.

That means we don't have a lot of time.

That also means I'm sorta freaking out, people.

I don't know a whole lot about what we are going to do. Things I do know (for today, anyway):

Our color theme: Buttercup Yellow and Grass Green

Our attendants: my 2 sisters & 2 best friends and Mark's 2 brothers & 2 of his best friends

Favors: Possibly a candy table, as well as personalized CD's with our favorite love songs on them

I know where we want to have the wedding and reception, but I don't know yet if we can afford it or if it will be too cold that time of year in the good ole' Midwest to reasonably consider it. Michigan State University is known for their horticulture gardens and you can rent them - along with a glass greenhouse - by the hour for the wedding ceremony and reception. I figure if it rains or is too cold, we can just have the ceremony inside the reception-ready greenhouse.

I see lots of white Christmas lights and some simple white rice paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I see twinkling lights and love and happiness.

I also see $dollar signs$ and only 7+ months to plan a wedding. I hear my best friend - who herself got married almost 4 years ago and had 18 months to plan WITH a wedding planner - laughing and telling me I'm crazy for trying to plan in such little time. I feel my heart pounding fast when I allow myself to really think about it all.

But mostly I feel so absolutely excited to know that no matter what, the making-the-marriage-work part is something that will come naturally. I feel so lucky knowing that no matter how tough the planning of the wedding is, the reason behind the wedding is a pure one; a gift from God. I feel confident that I'm marrying the most perfect-for-me man in the Universe.

So I'll be fine.

A paper bag to breathe into wouldn't hurt a girl, though.

To hyphenate or not to hyphenate?

2007-09-05T12:00:00.000-04:00

I love Mark's last name. I can't wait to make it my own. From the second we got engaged, I assumed I would just drop the D and take on 'B' - his last name. But just like anything, if you give me time to think about it, I. SO. WILL.

I have also come to love the hyphenated version of what could be my new last name(s), too. It sounds really great. It flows, people. Amy D-B. Yep, still loving it. But then I got to thinking about what D-B could stand for, if people wanted to get mean about it:

Dirty-Bastard?
Dumb-Bitch?
Dookie-Balls?
Doody-Brain?

Hehehe...

*sigh*

Mark really doesn't care one way or the other. He was honestly a bit surprised and very flattered when I told him I was excited to take on his name. He isn't one to tell me what to do, after all. Ever. A friend later asked me if I was planning to hyphenate and I said, "Um...I hadn't really thought about it!" And then I did think about it.

Let's get to the real issue at hand. My last name is one I'm proud of (despite the fact that it's sort of rare and really easy to make fun of if you're an asshole). My descendants came over on the Mayflower; I/we are derived from pilgrim blood - I even have paperwork from the Mayflower Society to prove it. That's pretty sweet if you ask me. What isn't sweet is the fact that my dad was one of only 2 boys to have children and he, along with my uncle, had all GIRLS. You know what girl's can't do? Carry on their damn last names!!!

I already plan to give our first born son - God willing - my current last name as his middle name. But is that enough for me?

I also tend to think that adding another name to my current one would make the transition so much easier. Like all that mail and account mumbo-jumbo (ICK).

So what are your thoughts?

Still no closer...but that's okay

2007-08-28T10:44:00.001-04:00

Still don't have any idea of when, where, or how Mark and I will get married. I'm starting to be okay with that, though. I can't wait to be Mrs. B, but I have gotten to the point where feeling secure and relaxed about this whole thing is much, much more important than rushing things. That doesn't mean I didn't cave when I went on Tickle and saw a quiz titled "What's your wedding wish?" My results (which are pretty damn spot-on, if I do say so myself):

Your wedding wish is to Let Love Rule:

Of course you want to be married in a gorgeous location in a fabulous dress! But when it comes your wedding, what's most important to you is spending time with the people you care about. After all, this is an occasion that honors love, respect, and commitment between people, so it's no surprise that you also want to celebrate the people who helped you get there.

You're probably a wedding planner who likes to ask for advice when making the bigger decisions, and you're not afraid to delegate duties to close friends and family. You see this as everyone's celebration, so it's of utmost importance to you that everyone feels welcome and a part of the festivities. And that's how happily ever after begins.

Retrospect

2007-08-14T14:49:00.000-04:00

I was cleaning out my emails and came across one sent on August 16, 2006 to Jilly, Kelly, and Ms. M. in response to them jokingly asking when Mark and I were going to get married (Mark and I had just signed papers for our house). After telling them they would for sure be invited when that day came - which still holds true! - I mentioned it's possible that when that day comes, I might prefer to elope:

...It's MY wedding, and I can elope if I want to! hahaha! Basically, I've seen way too many couples fight and end up practically hating each other over the planning of their wedding, and I hate to think they forgot the whole reason why they were getting married in the first place. I figure if you remove all that B.S., it's really just about the bride and the groom and is more special. I don't know, I guess I'll have to see what I do once it's before me, but for now, standing barefoot on a beach someplace with just me, Mark, and a minister sounds pretty blissful... :o)

I find it interesting that now that this is a reality, it's difficult for me to determine if eloping is indeed the best choice for us. Why is that? Am I just worried about making everyone else happy? Is it really just that I want to have everyone there to witness our union and that's why I'm so on the fence about this? Do you think my feelings about this before even having a ring on my finger are more indicative of my true, innate desires or is it just easy to say something like this when there aren't actual imminent plans?

I'm confused, kids. Granted, I was confused before I read this old email, but...

And here I thought I would finally be able to stop WORRYING about finding a date...

2007-08-10T12:49:00.000-04:00

I've always been from the school of thought that once you've found that "one and only," you can assume you won't need to worry about dates anymore. Because really, who the hell wants to?? I certainly had my share of ones I wish I could expel from the record. Yet, now that I'm engaged and happy to be with just one man, I find myself going batty about a different kind of date:

The wedding date.

I'm still no closer to knowing when we can get married, based on the fact that Mark's brother is signed up for a tour of duty in Iraq (DAMN WAR). He was supposed to have been over there by now, but at the last minute they held them back and are keeping his unit at some base in Wisconsin. Which means that he can't spend time with his children or family, and also has little way of knowing when he will find himself back home for good.

We want Steve at the wedding. He's become very dear to me and he's Mark's best friend. I'd love to have him there as the Best Man. But when, pray tell, might that be an option?...

First answer: "Sometime in April."

And then yesterday, Steve heard a rumor that they might actually be back in the States for good as early as late July (as opposed to Christmas of 2008). But that's just a RUMOR, peoples. And if you think I'm going to plan my wedding around a rumor, you've clearly lost your damn minds. Which, of course, you HAVEN'T.

Anyone knows in order to plan - really plan - a wedding, you need to know the date or at the very least the general time of year the wedding will take place. It's the difference between having an outdoor wedding and an indoor one, using yellows & greens or reds & oranges as the color theme, and determines exactly what style white dress to look for. Since I have nary a clue of the "when," I have been driving myself nuts with waffling between a variety of very different themes and visions, and even with the "where" of this whole event. It's exhausting at best and defeating at worst. One should not want to cry when one is asked "When is the date?" I mean, I might be crazy, but this simple question shouldn't reduce a bride-to-be to teary responses of "I don't know....we have no clue...fuck if I know!" Right? Right.

If anyone has a good idea of how I can chill the eff out and relax (which will, at this point, keep me from running off with my groom and getting married while no one is looking), I would greatly appreciate it. What are the things I CAN be focusing on - aside from the fact that I'm lucky to actually have someone I want to marry (yeah, yeah, I know...) - in order to stop this emotional ride I've unwittingly found myself upon? What are the details I can enjoy planning now, despite not knowing the "when" of all this?

Help a girl out. It's been over a week since I looked at bridal magazines. I've been too angry at them. But I must admit I also sort of miss them, too.

DAMN WAR.

Engagement Party Pics

2007-08-07T15:35:00.000-04:00

As promised, here are some pictures from our engagement party...I just got a new camera, but these were taken with my old, crappy one. They are a terrible representation of a wonderful party, so I apologize!

The set up at Lorenzo's Bistro - My YOM/step mom made it look so pretty! (Side note: she used Hostas and Mums on all the tables, of which she gave to us to plant in our garden at home...I thought that was such a cool idea!):

Fresh fruit and wonderful baked goods table - the bistro is also a bakery:

Place-settings:

The menu (the food was A-MAZING!):

The cake, which was made to mimic the one I fell in love with in this month's Martha Stewart magazine (I'll scan that in as soon as I have more time):

Mmm...the pina colada cake right before it went into my BELLY - we now have the top half of the cake in our freezer, to be cut and eaten on June 23, 2008 - a year from our engagement date (how cheesy are we?!) :

Some of my peeps:

My little sister giving a toast (isn't she gorgeous, even though I totally took her by surprise with my red-eye reducing flash?!):

My dad (that's my YOM sitting down) giving a choked up toast - "If you know Amy, you know when she walks into a room, it lights up...and now she's met the man that makes her light up all the time..." *sigh*:

Me and that man who, indeed, makes me light up inside and out (Note: after seeing these pictures, Mark and I have decided we need to go on a diet...AND I am in desperate need of advice - before our wedding pictures are taken - on how to help Mark feel comfortable in front of a camera; I truly have yet to get a picture of him that actually LOOKS like him...):

Overall, the day was very happy and heartwarming. We got some great gifts, including The Anti-Bride Guide, the Martha Stewart Wedding Planner, gift certificates from Target, Williams- Sonoma, Linen's and Things, and several other places. We weren't expecting anything at all, so it was a nice bonus to feeling so loved and supported.

I guess the champagne didn't hurt, either... ;o)

Weekend Recap

2007-07-30T16:40:00.000-04:00

The weekend was great. The engagement party surpassed any expectations I ever had. Mark and I were overwhelmed by it all: the great turnout of my family; the amazing food; the adorable little bistro - of which we had the upstairs all to ourselves; the cake that made me (almost) cry...my stepmom and sister had it made to mimic the cake that I saw in this month's Martha Stewart Wedding magazine (page 261) that made me decide on my wedding colors - I plan to have one made for the actual wedding, but my stepmom wanted us to have a replica of it just in case I decided to change the color theme between now and the actual wedding. :o)

I'll post pictures later tonight but for now, just know we were spoiled with love (and presents!) and really couldn't ask for more.

Well, I could ask for a vacation, but I won't press my luck...

Celebration

2007-07-26T14:08:00.000-04:00

OK, since the last post was sort of negative, I thought I'd talk about something a little more upbeat. Tonight after work, Mark and I are heading to my dad's in Indiana for the weekend. We originally planned to go and help clean out my grandma's (who passed away in May) house this weekend - the one she lived in for over 60 years. All 8 kids and several of the cousins are getting together to get the house ready to sell. It's not going to be easy OR very fun, but to give us all something to look forward to, my step mom and little sister decided to throw Mark and I an engagement party!

This will be our first formal celebration so I'm actually pretty excited. On Saturday morning, we are having a champagne brunch at a cute bistro to celebrate the fact that I'm FINALLY getting married. Since these ladies know how to throw a party, I can't wait to see what they have up their sleeves. Aside from asking me about possible wedding colors, I have no idea what the theme is, etc...

The invite had an adorable little message and included this picture of Mark and I on the front (please note that my handsome fiance' HATES having his picture taken):

They actually put another version of this picture in the front of our invite that had been drawn on using Microsoft Paint. It was flipping HILARIOUS - I'll try to scan it in later - and I almost wet myself upon opening the card. They hid the real picture behind it so at first I honestly thought they had sent it to everyone. This is just the kind of thing they would do to me, after all.

There. Now you have proof that I'm excited about something slightly wedding-related. Baby steps, my friends....baby steps. ;o)

And the madness begins...

2007-07-23T18:34:00.000-04:00

It took me almost 31 years but I'm finally engaged to be married to the man of my dreams. There were many times I thought I'd never find him but now that Mark is in my life, I know without a doubt he was fully worth the wait.

Some people enter this phase of their life nervous about what marriage will bring or how it will change their lives. I'm not one bit worried about that part. What I am nervous about, however, is planning the actual wedding.

Growing up, I was a tomboy, a late-bloomer. I never had those floaty white daydreams of what my wedding would entail. I never pinned my favorite blanket to my head in a mock veil and strutted around my bedroom humming the wedding march song. Never did I think this fact was a problem until that sparkly ring was on my finger and I was forced to think about planning an "affair to remember."

The first thing I did was run out and buy a Modern Bride magazine. I used leftover "Yes!" and "Maybe!" stickers from my old Lucky Magazines (those things are so cool) and went about chronicling my favorite things between the pages. I saw one dress I liked. ONE. I wrinkled my nose at about a hundred more.

Don't even get me started on the bridesmaid's dresses.

I've now - one month into my engagement - purchased a total of four bridal-related magazines and I'm nowhere closer to knowing what I want the theme to be, or if I even want this to be a big affair at all. Mark hasn't helped much either, because he just wants to "enjoy the engagement" for the time being. While that's a noble thought, it's been sort of hard to do with all the "When is the date? and "Where's the wedding going to be held?" questions. (Grrr...)

I keep hoping a Fairy Wedding Mother will just pop into play and tell me what to do, or wave her magic wand and make it all happen for me. But she's late. And my glass slippers are stuffed somewhere underneath my 50 pairs of way-more-comfortable flip flops. What to do, I ask? WHAT TO DO????

I'm not quite to "panic mode" yet, but I'm not really having much fun with this crap yet, either.