The Aftermath

Ok, OK!! So, I thought recovering from the wedding would be easy. I thought I'd still be motivated, and get it all cleaned up in record time, rearranging my kitchen to fit in all the new gadgets. Not so.

After the BIG DAY, we went up to relaxing Door County, Wisconsin for a few days. It was great. We went to a winery, golfing, mini-golfing (in a downpour), to a romantic outside fancy dinner, shopping, and on and on. It was the perfect mini-honeymoon, and I didn't take any pictures.

When we got home, I realized that I only had one week before I had to go back to school. I hung around the house like a slug for two days. I welled up in tears every time I'd walk into my closet and see my dress hanging there. (I still want to wear it again!) I sobbed when my bouquet (which had decorative cabbage in it) started smelling like rotten cabbage, and I had to pull the dryable stuff out to and throw it away. I was a wreck. My house still has presents in piles all over. We have bags of wrapping paper in the garage to throw out in stages. (The city won't pick up overfilled garbage carts, and we only have one.) It'll get done, but in time. I'm feeling MUCH better now.

Not a lot of pictures yet, but I have a few, compliments of JessBerry.

The back of my dress.

My sister and hairdresser fixing me up.

My ringbearers. My nephew, JT is on the left. My Godson, Bubba, the right.

Printing

250. That is how many ceremony bulletins I am printing, stamping, and folding. I am waiting on the last batch of 25 to finish up right now. 125 are entirely complete. I must stamp and fold the other half now. Why did I decide to do this to myself. Oh yeah...all the bulletins that the church makes are tacky. Oh well. 4.5 days left!

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!!!!

I just changed my blog template, and I stupidly erased all my links. Stupid, STUPID!!!

Tired.

I'm tired. Remember that wedding that I started planning way back when? Well, it's one week away now. You'd laugh if you knew what I did today. I cleaned my mom's house because she's having a pirate party tonight! I spent an hour putting together a plastic pirate ship to go in the pond. Honestly, I can't make this crap up. That's how I got my pirate personality there on the right.

There's still a lot of wedding stuff to do. I did go to my final gown fitting last Monday, and my final hair run through is tonight. Amazingly, yes, I plan to skip the pirate party. I'm still tired. Whew! We'll see if I get back to posting on this thing. If I do, I think I'll try to change the layout.

Delete or not to Delete?

I am not happy. My friend, NessaLee has been forced to move her blog due to some real life issues. This makes me feel sick because this is not the first time this has happened. Last fall I signed of for several months because someone traeted her awfully, and it was through her blog that they found her. I was even suspect for a short while. I am NOT happy. It just makes me wonder if this is worth it at all. Is it safe out here? Why do people treat people horribly? Why do people feel the need to use this, a usually friendly environment, to inflict that kind of hurt. I don't know. I just feel like I shouldn't even be reading out here, much less writing. Of course, whose reading this spot any way?!

So, I'm seriously thinking of deleting myself from the blog world permanently. Why should I bother with this mess?

Good or Bad?

So, it's tornado awareness week here in Wisconsin. Today was the big day of the test tornado warnings and everything. If school had been in session, we'd have had a tornado drill just a minutes ago. So, at 1:20 today, a mock warning was issued. I was sitting here at my computer when the sirens went off. (I knew it was a warning since they'd announced it on the news last night and this morning.) Anyway, I'm hearing the sirens, and I'm thinking to myself, those don't sound very loud to me. So, I shut up the windows and stood in the living room, with the TV on. I couldn't hear them at all. With the TV off, I could hear them faintly. And this is the one that bugs me, with the TV off, standing in my bedroom, I could barely hear them. They definitely were not loud enough to wake me if there was a tornado in the middle of the night. During waking hours, I'd be glued to my TV, but at night I'd have no idea.

Now, it's not like we get a lot of tornados close to where I live, but two have touched down within five miles of my house in my lifetime. You may think I'm crazy, but I can think of much better ways of going out besides being sucked up like Dorothy. Although, if the lion, tin man, and scarecrow are still in charge, Oz might not be a bad place to visit. I'd just have to get a hold of those damn ruby slippers in order to get back home!

Back to my original question, is this a good or bad thing?

Camera Fun

Inspired by Anessa, I found my macro function, and started shooting. I also found the black & white and sepia color functions. I'm a monster now, baby!

Minimal Excitment

So, my mom and I went down to near Chicago, IL today and bought fabric for the bridesmaid dresses. YEAH!! Another to-do that is done. It is SO pretty. I even took a picture of it with my phone and e-mailed it to BerryChick. Of course, I don't text, and I've only emailed a picture twice before, so this took about 5 minutes to do, and I don't even think it was a good picture. Oh well. We also stopped at the Trader Joe's Grocery store and I bought four bottles of Two Buck Chuck wine. :-) The Shiraz makes me happy. hehehehe

Easter was good. I ate too much chocloate. I played with my nephew, who gets bigger every time I see him. I'll see him tomorrow, I'll post a new picture. He's so cute it's scary. I think that's it.

My God, that was the most boring post ever!

Shy Blogger

I can't help but comment on the great stories I have heard following the great blogger outing in Texas. It sounds like it was a BLAST! I feel strange, though. I've always been outgoing when it comes to certain things, but when it comes to social situations, I am dangerously shy and reserved. I don't know if I could have kept up with that bunch! Oh my goodness, they would have had to sedate me before getting me into a tattoo chair. Another thing. I've always liked tattoos, always thought having one would be cool, but I don't think I'll ever get one. But on to my inspiration for the post. I read that there is another outing planned for next spring. I think it would be fun, it's in Chicago, only an hour away from me, why not put my name down on the list? I just can't get the courage to. Just like when I read a post I like and want to comment on, but since I haven't met bloggers in person, I feel all strange like I'm some sort of blogger stalker, joining the conversation uninvited. And then I'm afraid if people actually read my blog, they'd be like, "Who is this anal, nerdy, snobbish bitch?!" Or they'd be bored to tears, which could just as easily happen. I don't know. I guess I could be like, this is MY blog and I can say what I want, but I'm too self conscious for that. I don't know. I guess I'm done with my little pity party now.

It is a good day. Working at a school, it's Spring Break time! I don't have to go back until April 24th! YEAH!!! It's time to get some major wedding legwork and house cleaning done! I'll save my impressions of Spring Break plans among my rich suburban students for another date. Maybe when they all return hung over and tan from the tropics.

PS I just did a spellcheck. Can you believe that the words blog and blogger are not in the "blogger.com" dictionary?

Another Nessa

I never thought that I'd ever meet another Nessa in my life, but I did today. I walked into my local Panera, and there in front of me, taking my order, was another Nessa! I thought it was cool, so I said, "Wow, I have a friend named Nessa, and I thought she was the only one!"

The nice girl replied, "You do? I thought I was the only one!"

I explained that I have a friend named Nessa who lives down near Houston, TX. The nice girl laughed, and told me that she was originally from Amarillo, TX! Small world. So NessaLee, if you ever venture up here to Yankee Land, WI, I'll take you over to my Panera to meet the other Nessa. :-)

PS To the retreating bloggers: I hope y'all are keeping yourselves out of trouble down there in Austin. Wish I was there...

J & B is NOT Brandy

I just took a peek at my post from yesterday. It sounds like I had a big bottle brandy, that drives a Volvo over to my house for dinner. hehehe J & B is not a bottle of brandy, just the initials for two of my dear, dear friends from high school. :-) (Not only am I bad with knives, but I don't make much sense sometimes.)