OK...Wedding Recap

Where to start? Chronologically? Okay!

Two days before the wedding we planned on having a rehearsal at the park and a semi-pot luck dinner at my moms house. We were to be at the park by 5:00 and had to be out by sundown. Since the park is an hour away, this was a bit of a challenge since I had a long time friend flying in from Tampa at 3:30. So, the "eff it" syndrome kicked in and I decided to scratch rehearsal and just have the semi-pot luck dinner at mom's house with a run down of the weekend in detail with everyone involved.

Let's let that sink in for a minute.

I picked up my friend and his girlfriend from the airport, sped to my house (which is about 10 minutes away), let the newly arrived guests finish chopping things for my favorite salad and hopped in the shower to get ready.

I digress-Someone remind me to post that salad recipe later. It's ah-may-zing!

I made it with my guests to mom's by 5:30 (yep) and everyone jumped on deck to assemble dinner. I don't know about you, but in my family we eat before we do the important things!

After dinner I had a bridesmaid help me with a huge poster size layout of the park so I could explain the days events.

The next night the boys were scheduled to go to a hotel closer to the park so all the girls could stay at our house. With this plan set, 10 girls were to stay at my house. Yes, 10!

My Teal Bridesmaid is already married. Her and her hubby ran off to the courthouse one day. Since her mom and dad didn't get to see their daughter get hitched and all the fun things that go along with it, they volunteered to be be our DOC! WOOHOO! So the day before the wedding the hubs and I ran to Costco and bought a car full of flowers. The BM's and I went to DOC's house and arranged everything. Yep, everything. It was a freakin blast! I loved how the flowers turned out and even got a bunch of compliments and questions as to WHO did our flowers. Heck yes.

And here's a shot of Tom with all our bouquets:

Do you want the long version or the short version of how the night before the wedding I ended up in tears ready to punch my out of town friend in the face and threw them out of the house? That's for the next post.


Meanwhile here is a shot of us. Why not!?



Vote now! Long version or short? GO!

Now that I'm a Mrs...

Where to begin?

The wedding is over, and honestly, I can't be more thrilled. T and I are both happy to have our normal boring lives back. On that note, our vacuum broke. WHILE I WAS USING IT!!!

So before I get to all the details of the wedding day extravaganza, PLEASE tell me about your vacuum. Do you like it? What kind is it? How long have you had it? Would you recommend it?

Out house has carpeted bedrooms and carpeted stairs. I am looking for something light weight that I can lug up and down the stairs, that has a hose attachment and is efficient. Bonus if it has some sort of wet/deep cleaning fancy attachment or feature.

Ready? Go!

I'm alive

Holy Moly. I'm getting married in 5 days. That's why I have been MIA lately. Life is busy! I can't wait to tell you all about the day and all the fun stuff that goes along with it. That will have to wait...

My bachelorette party was this past Saturday...I think I am still drunk!


More to come

Reason 1,425,956,237,498,156 why I love Tom

The other day we were talking about things we need to get done for the wedding and he said "I get it. Vintage, Rustic and Elegant...right?"

Yes.

Exactly right.

I love that man.

OMG Shoes

Yep. This is a post about shoes. After reading Meg's posts about shoes and East Side's retaliation, AND reading Burlap's many posts about her love for her shoe collection, I think it is time for me to think about shoes.

Don't get me wrong, I love shoes just as much as the next girl that is normal. Ahem- MEG!! ;)
I even have all my pretty heals displayed on our bedroom on an open shelf neatly in rows for all my visitors to see. Tom doesn't even mind that they are on his side of the bed. Ahhh...

Here's my dilemma... Tom is already about an inch shorter than me. Normally I don't give a crap and throw on my purty heels when we go out and tower over him for the night. Heck, he actually likes when I wear heels. Come on, what man doesn't like it when their lady wears heels? Right?

Recently I wore 4 inch hot pink pumps to an 80's Prom Party at the Ottobar and he told me the whole night how hot my legs looked. =) Like I said, normally I don't care. But for our wedding day I want to wear flats. My dress is long enough to wear flats and I want to stare at Tom in the eyes all day long without feeling like a Sloth or Amazon woman. Get my drift?

Of course when I told my mom I wanted to wear a shoe that matches the wedding colors she thought I was nuts! Her friend Kathy even told me that colored shoes weren't "bridal". AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So of course I sent Mama and Kathy pics of brides in beautiful shoes of different colors and now they get my vision...*I THINK*

So...with my many requirements of wedding day shoes you can see why I am having problems and have been avoiding shopping for them. Urrgh. I did find these beauties though. And yea, I might just order them. What do you think? Very much a wedding color and very much Dorothy inspired. I love them!!

*Note: It was REALLY Miss Fairfax that got me thinking...

Actual Conversation between Tom and I yesterday morning

A bit of background...Tom and I call each other "Stinky." It's a silly little pet name that started when we first started dating. Tom used to give kisses all the way up my arm, much like Pepe Le Pew. So I started calling him "Pepe" and "Stinky" sort of evolved from there...

Sunday night Tom asked me to wake him up on Monday before I left for work so that he could be up in time to make coffee and relax before his dentist appointment...

Sneffi: Good morning Stinky, time to wake up
Tom: Good morning, Bitches
Sneffi: Did you just call me a bitch?
Tom: Yep, you are all bitches
I look around not seeing any one else in our bedroom besides our dog, Stewie.
Sneffi: DO you mean Stewie and I are bitches?
Tom: Yup...(mumble, mumble, mumble) and your crotch* smells like fish
Sneffi: My crotch smells like fish? What the f*** are you talking about?
Tom: Shut up, We are fishing in my dream right now. Let me fish.
Sneffi: We are fishing in your dream right now? Are you dreaming right now?
Tom: yup
Sneffi: That's why you are being an ass. Cause you have no idea what you are saying...
Tom: Yup


He eventually woke up and I didn't mention any of the above conversation until last evening. He laughed hysterically and had no recollection of our bed talk that morning and said I am not a bitch and my crotch doesn't smell like fish. Way too funny...

*He did not say crotch, but something way worse and a word that I refuse to say. Let's just say it is brought to you by the letter "P". Gross!

oh.my.goodness.

PLEASE! Go check out this wedding!!

It's not the way most of us do things, but I still got teary eyed becuase they did it exactly the way they wanted to. Ah-may-ZING!

Seriously..RUN, do not walk over to check this out.