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A numerical look at the past two weeks…

68 – number of new emails waiting for me when I got home

64 – number of new emails that were spam

5 – number of days we spent in the Northwoods

3 – bottles of wine (the 1.5 liter kind) we drank (what? they were leftover from the reception. like I’m going to waste good wine?)

2 – number of days we didn’t leave the cabin (*wink!*)

1.5 – bottles of Champagne we drank (the .5 is due to a little mini-bottle I got at my bachelorette party)

1 – new husband (wooohoooo!)

So, I’m married now. You can’t see it, but I’m dancing around my apartment with glee. Glee!

And it feels great to be back home and to have nothing to do with flowers, caterers, dress fittings, bakers, communications breakdowns, guests saying “2” on the response card and bringing “4” (those bastards!), or anything else related to a wedding. I can put my brain back on (it fell off about a month ago) and do normal things. I may even knit.

But today I’m going to post a few pictures about the wedding (because even though I’m glad it’s over, I had a really fun time on the day). They’re from my camera, and I think I gave it to my sister-in-law (Hi Wanda! You’re my big sister now! I’m so excited!) and I forgot to turn on the flash so some of the pictures came out a wee bit blurry. Just look at them from afar.

Getting dressed in my Grandma’s bedroom (she lives across the lake from the lodge where we had the wedding & recpetion). My friend Christine is zipping up the top. I’ve known Christine since kindergarten, which just amazes me, and she is the best get-it-done kind of person ever.

Nick and I standing at the … well, it’s a fireplace, not an altar. We had a pretty much non-traditional approach to the whole thing. I cried a few times during the ceremony (we asked our parents to write some sort of blessing–very emotional–and both of us wrote something about our relationship–hugely emotional) and lost it twice while trying to repeat my vows.

Our first dance, to The Sundays’ version of “Wild Horses.” If you squint, you can see the shell-shock wearing off.

We found this field full of sunflowers on the way to my parents’ house from the hotel on the day after the wedding. Seriously, FULL of sunflowers. Do you see the trees way in the background? That is where the sunflowers end. Beautiful. It made us all giddy and stuff. (sorry for the squinty eyes and bad lighting… it was about 12noon when we took this picture.)

Thank you to Heather for guest blogging, to Anna for showing up at the wedding when she wasn’t sure she could, and to Sandi for being simultaneously insanely fun and very calm at the wedding (as well as for a very popular shower gift!). You ladies kick ass.

Thanks to everyone who commented for your lovely good wishes. I am getting back into the swing of things, as they say, and plan to get back to blog-reading and -commenting as soon as possible.

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“Mawiage is what bwings us togevver, today!”

It’s official!! Kathy is fully hitched to her love of nine years (!!), Nick. They’re a freaking adorable couple, I’ll have you know. Oh, and Hi! I’m the guest blogger, and not Kathy, lest you think she’s suddenly gone all third person on you. Kathy is unable to be here herself right now because the lucky girl is up in the northern wilds, probably sitting on the front porch of her cabin, alternately knitting & snorgling with her sweetie. Honeymoons are great.

The wedding was absolutely gorgeous–held at a lovely lodge right on the edge of a lake that I’d never heard of, in the middle of some really beautiful rolling hills on the border of Wisconsin. I’ve never actually been up that way, and it’s just lovely up there! Kathy grew up in that area, from what I hear, and she’s a lucky little critter for it. The weather was wonderful too–big, puffy storm clouds that looked stunning on the horizon, made for really good lighting (y’know, the whole dark sky background + sun = everything’s beautiful effect), and only sprinkled for a minute or two. My husband has a thing about taking a picture of the sky on important days…I’ve got photos of the weather/sky from each boy’s birth, and honestly, it’s pretty sweet. Kathy’s wedding sky is beautiful… There would be a picture here of a pretty sky over the lake, but unfortunately, Blogger has pms again, and won’t let me post any. I will try again in a while, but oy! I have this problem on my own blog a lot, and it drives me batshit.

Anyway, it really was a great evening. Kathy & Nick both got all verklempt up at the altar, which was really very sweet. The ceremony was beautiful, as was Kathy…and I’d post pictures to show y’all that, but no, the blog gods curse me daily. My sons also had a wonderful time…Eldest Boy is apparently a dancing fool, and kept the bride occupied for a good long time. I was really touched by that…Kathy took a big part of her time at her own wedding reception to make sure a seven year old boy was happy, and oh my, was he ever thrilled!! Thank you, Kathy, for making my little guy feel so very special.

Speaking of little guys, my herd has awoken & is requesting food, so I must be off for now…but I’ll try to come back later & make those pictures post!

Oh yeah, and

CONGRATULATIONS, KATHY & NICK!!! Y’all make a lovely couple. 🙂

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I’ll Be His Missus

The Random
Tomorrow I get married.

I’m getting nervous about walking in and having people look at me and having to walk up an aisle.

Ack! Married! I can’t believe it!

Have I packed everything? I have no idea. I think so. Should I pack my yoga mat, or will I not use it? Maybe tomorrow morning? I’ll put it in the pile of stuff to go.

Married! Married!! Wow.

The Business
Okay, so I won’t be posting until August, probably. The Lovely Heather is going to post a few things while I’m gone on my honeymoon (!!!! I get a honeymoon!), so say hello and give a wave when you see things up here.

Have a great week, y’all!
(Because Southern is also a mindset)

The Nature Photo

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Our wedding reception playlist is looking like a middle-school dance. We have a lot of Billy Joel, some Def Leppard, Don Henly, Roxette, Lita Ford, Nelson (“I can’t live without yooour love and affection!”), Kenny Loggins, Motley Crue, The Bangles, and ABBA. And of course, Lou Gramm (you’ve probably never heard of him… the one-hit-wonder syndrome and all, but his one song “Midnight Blue” is amazing and I lurve it).

Right now I’m going back and adding a bunch of songs to our playlist that Nick took out because “you can’t dance to these” or “this is just too ridiculous, Kathy.” Songs like MC Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” and Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby” (the original non-Korn version) because these are songs that shaped, well, my middle school dance experience and therefore my first experience of anything even remotely resembling dating and romance. Of course it was all awkward and the girls were all taller than the boys, and the boys wouldn’t ask us to dance because they were nervous and we had a completely nerdy teacher who walked around and made sure we weren’t dancing too closely (which didn’t even cross our minds in sixth grade because we were concentrating on not stepping on each others’ feet and not looking directly at each other), and it was just so nerve-wracking that I’m sure the hormones bubbled up to the surface just from the stress of it all. But it was dancing and I love dancing, and now I have a deep-seated affection for all things late 80’s and early 90’s, and he can’t take away my “Angel is a Centerfold” by the J. Geils Band, dammit! Not on my wedding day, because I have now mastered the art of dancing with a boy, and talking to a boy, and looking like I’m having a good time. And I want to enjoy the middle-school music while dancing, which will be a first.

I am also procrastinating.

I have to write some parts of the ceremony still, then email it to the pastor. I also have to pack for the honeymoon (I like to start early, so I can change my mind a billion times), which includes the knitting bag. What to bring to knit? Something mindless. Like the beginning of a sock. Except, not a sock based on this swatch:

It’s sock yarn on size 0 needles. My gague is 11.5 sts = 1 inch. Yes, eleven-and-a-half stitches to one inch. It’s complete madness. I would have to cast on like 120 stitches to fit it around my leg.

(with a US 4 for reference)

Think I’m maybe a little bit stressed?

Oh, and we found out who sent the mysterious response card. It’s a close relative’s half-brother, his insane wife, her brother, two daughters & a grandchild. The invitation was for two.

Today’s Nature Picture…

Ah heck, have three…

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My post-wedding knitting is all set up.

But I can’t tell you what these are all about, because it’s a secret.

Let’s see… we’ve got alpaca, merino, and Cascade 220. This will be the best wedding-recovery ever.

In other secret news, the bachelorette party was Saturday. Some pictures may make it to the blog, most won’t. What happens amongst the party stays amongst the party.

Amongst. What a great word.

In other not-so-secret news, I get married in 5 days. This is the week where–I have been told–I only do things that contribute to relaxation and beauty. Ha!

(Pardon my complete incoherence this week, along with my total lack of social graces–I owe lots of you emails and/or blog comments. I’m sorry for the incommunicado-ness, and can only chalk it up to wedding-type insanity. I hope to regain my wits after the honeymoon.)

And now, to distract you from my brainless mumblings, a nature photo.

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My brain has gone numb these last few days. Consequently, posts are going to be in list form from now until August (most likely). This is a list of things that made me go “Hmmm.” Like the song. Which I now have stuck in my head. Damn.

1. I am missing one 7″ size 4 (US) pink aluminum dpn and a black satin corset. Both objects were placed in fairly secure locations, either in closets or in the knitting box; they weren’t running about willy-nilly. Where the heck are they? Are they together? Is someone macgyvering some weird sexy knitting device?

2. My Beloved said to me tonight: “Speaking of wisdom, I was reading “Redbook” today…” Words that I never in life expected to hear from any man.

3. The thought that my wedding approaches on swift ninja feet is starting to really flip me out. It’s in 10 days, and I keep saying things like “Oh, we’ll take care of that the week before the wedding” and that’s next week. Good lord.

4. I talked to (or rather emailed) my good friend in the Navy, who says that hailing a ship is a lot like trying to pick up someone in a bar. “What’s your name? What’s your sign? Where have you been? Where are you going? What kind of junk do you have in your trunk?” Despite these scintillating near-hook-ups, he’s kind of bored. Sadly, The Navy won’t let him come home for my wedding. Even if we ask nicely.

5. It may be a sign of my newfound maturity (let us all contemplate that statement with a collective “Ha!”) that I have stopped biting my fingernails.

This shocks everyone I know, including myself. I’ve always been a nail biter, then a few weeks ago I just decided to have pretty nails for the wedding, and I stopped. Wow. Simple. Now the long nails get in the way of everything and I can’t wait to chew off bits of my hands after the wedding.

6. Oddly, the thought of getting married is more serious and almost scary lately. Weird, because we’ve been together for 9 years and have lived together for one year. I don’t know.

7. I have to figure out how to put on eyeshadow in the next 10 days. Does anyone have advice as to where to put the colors? I have this vague notion that the lighter shades should be right under your eyebrow, but that could be a whacked-out tip from an eight-year-old Seventeen magazine and I don’t want to look crazy on my wedding day. Really, anyone with ideas?

The obligatory nature picture, which will distract you from the awful lack-of-content in today’s post. I hope.

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Dear Miss Manners

How should one decipher the following card, sent in response to a wedding invitation?

Do we assume that …
(a) we sent this invitaiton to math geeks, and this is their way of telling us that no one is coming (0 x 6 = 0)?
(b) the recipients are too shy to include their names?
(c) names on response cards are just not done any longer, that we were terribly gauche in asking for names in the first place, and that the fault lies with us?

Please advise, Miss Manners. My wedding is in two weeks and I am up to my ears in planning, in making lists, and in panic attacks. And if the proper way to handle name-less response cards is to assume that the fault is mine, I need time to properly word the suicide note.

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