I hear your "husband" and raise you one lie

I’ve noticed I go out of my way to say the word “husband lately”. It’s as if I’m testing it out, seeing how it flows in conversation— gauging reactions.

At the vet the other day I even lied about something so I could try it out. A woman mentioned that her husband is allergic to cats. Something about her saying husband triggered something in me "OH i can use that word too." I thought.

I responded that MY husband said he was allergic to cats also, but it turns out he’s not as I nodded to Franklin spilling off my lap.

Ok so here's the odd part. The husband never said he was allergic to cats. Turns out I wanted to take her “husband” statement and match it but I guess I had to LIE to do that???

I half expected her to call me out, but not about the lie, about he husband part.... “You don’t have a husband.” or “You’re too young to be married.” is more what I expected. I was actually quite taken aback when she regarded what I said as normal conversation.

Forget the part that for some reason the only way I could work the word husband into conversation was to totally lie - hmm that came way too natural to me.

Wedding Part 2

So I thought for sure I would calm down after the ceremony. Well my body decided that all of the nervous energy had to come out somehow. That turned into a small crying fit – let me paint the picture….

Before going into the reception, my sisters were going to bustle my dress. About the time they are fighting with the dress behind me. I let loose and start crying. Meg is rubbing my arms and trying to calm me down while Mandy is focused on the job at hand under my dress. Eventually Mandy stands up and yells “I DID IT. Look how good it looks”. Meg breaks away from me and yells at Mandy “WE did it, I helped!” I just start laughing through my tears. That is the typical dynamic between the three of us.

The reception flew by in a blink. The whole night I didn’t go without a drink in my hand. We danced, I tried to say hello to everyone, we danced more and the lights came on. Before I knew it I was a little drunk and it was time to go.

The hotel bar was closed so we headed over to a local bar – I always swore I didn’t want to be that bride at the bar sloppy drunk in my wedding dress but I was having WAY too much fun and I wasn’t ready for it to end. I put my snow boots back on and headed over to the bar. I was so excited I started running – not a good idea……Slip and suddenly I was looking up at my sister from the sidewalk – IN MY WEDDING DRESS. I landed sprawled out, face down in the snow. My new husband was at my side before I finished falling. It had to be a hilarious sight. Luckily I wasn’t too injured and the dress didn’t show any distress.

By the time I was at the bar, with what little I’d eaten, I was well past my way to drunk. We were there about an hour before I took my husband home and evidently announced to the bar we were going to have sex. I bet mom and dad loved that one.

The next morning I had a hell of a hangover and a missing husband. I think he was scared of my wrath because he had not yet packed a thing and we had to leave at 11:00.

I would have probably been more sad over seeing everyone leave if I didn’t have a KILLER hangover to keep me occupied. Mom and Dad drove us to the airport where we headed off to Costa Rica.

The Wedding - Part 1

The wedding was awesome. I can’t believe it turned out so well. So many of the things I decided upon where in a vacuum. I am not the type that has a vision of how things will or should look. Instead, I was more “I like this” and “ok that will be fine”.

My sisters and a couple friends spent the night with me at the hotel after the rehearsal dinner. The day of the wedding we just lounged around and didn’t even start to get ready until 12:00. My mom, aunt and two cousins came up and hung out while we all got ready.

Somehow I ended up with a Something old, new, borrowed and blue.
The something old was one of my Grandma Terrett's hankies
The something new and blue was a hankie Meg bought me in barcelona
The something borrowed was my mom's wedding band I wore on my right hand
Another something blue was the garter from my bachalorette party - I had to hold those hankies somewhere!

I LOVED getting dressed up and seeing my girls all dressed up. I personally think I had one of the best looking wedding parties ever, bias included.



The pictures (all 1000 of them) are now online at www.impactactionphotos.com.

The entire weekend was a crazy mix of emotions. I know people say that, but here’s what I mean. I was overcome with all the emotions that are natural uppers – anxiety, excitement, nervousness, anticipation and anything else that keeps you flying high. At one point I thought my heart was going to explode. I remember trying to mentally slow my heat beat down because I was fearing for my health!

When Kelli opened the doors to the church I was immediately intimidated. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t all the people. My dad must have read my mind because he said, “There are a lot of people”.

Once I got to the front, I was so happy to be there with Jonathan. He looked great and was a calming force. I just told myself to keep looking at him and ignore the hundred of people watching us!

My heart was still pounding at an uncontrollable pace but when I went to say my vows I was taken aback by how strong and clear my voice was “good” I thought, “no one has any clue the craziness going on inside”.

The ceremony was perfect, not too formal or impersonal. Carol Boyd, the minister did a beautiful job of capturing our dynamic and the sentiment of our marriage.

Upcoming nuptials

As the wedding approaches, I’ve gotten so many questions, are you nervous? Are you excited? Do you need help with anything? How is the planning coming? Are you ready to leave the SINGLE life?

Coming into the week of my wedding, I thought I’d share my thoughts.
First of all, I haven’t thought of myself as single for many years. For that reason, I’m not nervous at all. I’ve pledge my love to my future husband many times before—this time it’s just in public.

As a party planner I’m nervous. I’ve had nightmares that I forgot my dress, people didn’t show up and other ridiculous things. I’ve put a lot of my time into this event, for that I’m nervous of the outcome. I want everyone to have a great time!

Am I excited? SO MUCH. I can’t wait to stand up in front of everyone and read the vows I wrote, hear the vows he writes, and have it be a celebration for us. And then there is party with all our loved ones, the drinks, the dancing, the fun. Oh and did I mention the dress. I think I might have to wear it for weeks afterwards, one evening isn’t enough.

So I’m sure if you are one of the two people reading this, you’ll be with us next Saturday. I hope you rejoice in your own happiness and celebrate with us.

Posts to follow about the wedding and honeymoon (Costa Rica, here we come)

Bachelorette party

So last weekend, my girls took me to my old college stomping grounds for my bachelorette party.

It was an awesome time.

There was one point in the night when I realized what a crazy throng of women we were, when the young college boys were practically running away from us. They were giving us MORE than enough space at the bar. I think they were worried the crazy was contagious. It was definitely contagious as it spread through our group. It started with Momma T when she took over the LIST. The infection spread as Kelli paraded around in the veil I refused to wear, quick to claim an engagement. I must have been infected because I shared too much of my anatomy with the crowd at the bar. The last infection resulted in a thieving taxi monster craving fruit salad.

I am proud to call that crazy throng of women my friends—If you don’t have a little crazy in you, you’re probably too boring for me.

Thanks for all the fun ladies, love you all.

New Year's Resolutions (inspired by restaurant widow)

Ok so this is my first stab at making New Year’s resolutions.
The year is starting off with a change so why not continue the momentum.

Have a garage sale – sell all the old stuff that I will replace with new WEDDING stuff

Take more (better) pictures – I love to take pictures and want to get back to it. I also need to be better at printing them out and sharing them with people.

Write more – Writing is something I enjoy. I’ve always had this thought in the back of my mind that one day I would write a book of my own misadventures (there are sooo many). Usually, I get intimidated at the daunting task, where to start and where to find the time (see next resolution). Plus, I’m sure you’ve noticed, my grammar is lacking!

Make time for the good things in life. I spend too many hours of my day at work or fretting over it. My life is going to pass me by if I’m not careful.

Be a good wife – Note to Fiancé, this does NOT mean I will be a domestic goddess—you know me better than that. This means I want to be supportive of you, let you know how much I love you, TRY to be patient, and communicate clearly.

Spend time fixing up the house – My to-do list includes, staining the deck, repainting, and in general fixing all the broken shit.

Ok so all of these things seem daunting now but maybe putting them in writing will help them come to fruition.

work

OK so I told myself from the beginning that I wasn’t going to blog about my job. I didn’t want there to be a chance I said something I shouldn’t, bitched too much about someone, or ruined my chances of ever becoming a SERIOUS professional. Please keep your laughter to a minimum.

One of the things I’ve seen in my job, is the power of retouching photographs. While I do not posses this talent, I have seen the wonders it does to pictures. So much so that when we had bio pictures taken today – I requested they use the one from last year that Mo retouched (thanks Mo!). But no – we have the power but are not allowed to use it for good – boo.

This week for example, we were working on releasing a file with a picture of a woman in athletic wear. In retouching, her boobs were enhanced by a good two cup sizes. She was hot before but after that, she looked plastic – Maybe the look they go for in LA.
Luckily, someone came to their senses and deflated them slightly.

Now when I see pictures of myself I’m not mad at how I look (not totally), just mad I don’t have the retouching skills of some of my peers!