Self Obsessed/ Wedding Craftiness/ Bridal Party Photos

I made twenty-five of these frames from Garden Ridge ($2.50 each!) with different quotes in each one. They were lovely additions to the tables at the reception and made great gifts for people who were involved in the wedding day.

Our favors were fortune cookies with love fortunes inside. I used four different sayings -- my favorite one was "all you need is love." I bought the boxes and cookies online, and assembled them myself with the help of my mama! Half the boxes were purple with yellow ribbon.

I made our programs online using http://www.vistaprint.com/, and I really loved the simplicity of them. I used no capital letters whatsoever. I also ordered them in magnets and gave them away to friends and family.

My cake topper was the creation I was most impressed with, because I spent $5.00 on it.

I bought the wooden "m" at Michael's along with some purple paint and a sponge. A couple of coats later and... viola!

I didn't make this, but it was my idea. We used a signature frame instead of the traditional guest book, and I loved displaying our engagement photos (taken by a friend for free!) Also, I love how the linens matched my dress!

The gals. The ~~bitch~~ bridesmaid on your right is the one who made the video of me singing at the bachelorette party... and the one who took the engagement photos.

The guys.

The front of the building where the event took place. http://www.louisvilleglassworks.com/

Duty goofy bridal party shot.

Posing for the paparazzi.

Will I ever again look this smashing? Le sigh.

Hubs-to-be sees me walking down the aisle. LOVE.

fetal friday?

I know that I left everyone hanging yesterday. You know, when I went to pee on that stick. (That was mean of me. Not the peeing, but the leaving hanging.) Well, I think the big reveal is best expressed in letter form. Deep breath. Here goes. dear unborn baby daughter son or daughter, I take it back. I take back everything I said about not wanting kids. I was just scaredspice, and the slightest bit selfish, and maybe I had a giant fear of commitment. But, three positive test results in the last eighteen hours seem to say that you actually are in there, getting all comfy. I guess you'll probably be here in mid-December. I never thought about having a Christmas baby. (You've really put a wrench in my whole taking-maternity-leave-during-the-NCAA-tournament plan, but that's okay. At least it's basketball season. Don't tell Daddy yet, but you are going to cheer for the Indiana Hoosiers.) Speaking of Daddy, I take back all the mean things I've ever sa...

Brett and Alice's Writing Style is the Real Crime Here

Here is a nearly sentence-by-sentence reconstruction of Brett and Alice's most recent episode of their podcast "The Prosecutors" - titled Adnan Syed is Guilty. I will not be utilizing the strikethrough in every sentence but will do so when I am compelled and will try to bold sections I've added. I've highlighted some of my favorite and most poignant edits. I've tired and failed to stay away from a bit of snark. This endeavor was exhausting. My work will illustrate how Brett Talley and Alice LaCour use narrative spin to bring you their version of events that they want to, for whatever reason, call "facts." I start just before the 4 minute mark. Transcript So,, Adnan Syed and Hae Min Lee dated for quite some time when they were in high school, starting around March 1998. They’d stay together for the next 9 months or so, though they broke up twice during that period. They were on-again off-again until around Halloween and broke up for good before...

My "Fucher"

Over a year ago, my mom and dad decided to clean clutter out of their own house and, in an attempt to streamline, they went ahead and gave me boxes of things they had saved from my childhood -- if I'm honest, things I didn't really expect I see until they died or something gruesomespice like that. Whatever, it's fine. I'm not complaining about it, even though it isn't like I really have the room in my house for boxes of cards I was given when I was five, or worksheets and stories I wrote in the second grade. I hadn't even really dug into those boxes until last night. I found one little "story" I wrote (and we'll use the word story lightly here) called MY FUCHER. (It took me a minute to realize I'd meant MY FUTURE.) Hilar. My Fucher I want to mary a boy who will stay home all day and clean the house. I would not stay home. I would work as a singer or hope to. I want to have a babey girl. I would name her Lynn or Trecey or Nciol. I woul...

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