Bri and Earle's wedding was all any of us could have ever imagined and so much more.
So far, PERFECT is the only word I can come up with to describe it. More pics to come soon, but here is my favorite of the weekend.
Congratulations again, my friends! I couldn't love ya'll anymore that I do. :-)
Ever since THIS a year a half ago...
..I have been waiting for today. The day I would pack my bags and hit the road to celebrate the marriage of two of my VERY favorite people.
Wedding Weekend is finally upon us, and I already have butterflies in my stomach from sheer excitement. My eyes could be seconds away from tears at any given moment, and I haven't even left yet.
Be still my wedding-lovin heart.
I am heading down a day early #1) to help Bri with any last minute details/lend moral bridesmaid support, and #2) because I might bust if we don't hurry up and get this party started.
Not that I am excited or anything.
And please try and divert your eyes from my luggage that was manufactured no later than 1975. For reasons that are too underwhelming to mention, this was my best option. Thankfully, I was able to offset the ugly by using the ADORABLE luggage tag that sweet Kelly sent me a while back.
Kelly, we could never have foreseen just how vital your very thoughtful gift would be. I am so glad to have it as my saving grace in this time of luggage distress. :-)
So I am off with a full tank of gas and a heart that is as overflowing as my suitcase. I am so looking forward to all the fun activities, seeing so many dear friends, and most importantly being a part of this special day in the lives of two friends I have laughed so much with and care so deeply for.
In the words of my grandaddy--the only thing better than this is more of it! :-)
I was looking for my cell phone earlier today, and after searching in my car (thought I remembered leaving it in there), by the computer (wasn't I talking to Mama when I was sitting there earlier?), and all around upstairs (seriously, where IS that thing because I am about to lose it), I still could not locate it.
Finally, I had a moment of clarity and realized it was probably in my purse. I know, what are the chances? Why I don't think of the obvious sooner, I will never know.
I walked into the kitchen to search for the phone, and found this...
Why I need to carry a book, bandaids, various receipts, a thank you note, food, my make-up, tanning lotion, and 87 pens with me at all times, I will also never know.
And honestly today was one of those days when I took one look at the suitcase-sized bag I have been carrying around full of junk, sighed, shook my head, and realized that JENNA, THIS IS YOUR LIFE. Mass confusion, nothing in it's place, carrying around a bunch of stuff that I don't need.
So many metaphors, so little time.
You may remember that after I moved home for the summer, I rode around with my entire apartment in my car for a good month. I vowed not to show this picture again because, really, how many times do I need to remind you that I am lazy? But since I did clean it out eventually, I felt it could be viewed one more time for good measure.
Even Will asked me one day, "Jenn Jenn, why you not clean out dis car alweady??" Buddy, why don't you ask me something that would be easier to explain. Like where babies come from.
The thing is, moving it all out of the car didn't really solve the problem.
It just moved the party inside so that I could walk by it 20 times a day and remember that things, they are chaotic.
And truly, this issue of everything I own being everywhere is not really what causes me to have mini emotional breakdowns once a week and somewhat larger-scale breakdowns once a month. :-) I am in a state of moving so it is to be expected, and Type A I am not. But, this feeling of being misplaced, being in between, and not knowing how in the world things will fall into place job-wise, money-wise, and future-wise is wearing on my nerves a bit.
It turns my insides to a state of chaos similar to the one that exists in my parent's foyer.
Truth be told, most days I look around and laugh at the craziness. I rejoice that I am young, happy, loved, and have the world at my fingertips. For the majority of the time, I get excited realizing that these are the experiences that grow people up, take them to the next level, and teach them what they need to know about life, waiting, and trusting. I do not doubt that where I am right now is where God wants me to be: seeking, asking, dreaming, praying, listening. Failing at all of them along the way, but knowing He can work with that, too.
I trust fully that God has a plan so great for me (for all of us) that I wouldn't believe it even if He came down, sat on my couch, and told me.
Well, actually I probably would believe it then. You can't really argue with that scenario.
I have no reason to doubt. But on days like today when I can't find my cell phone, my bank account is not being nice to me, and I am all too aware that days keep on being marked off the calendar with no clear plan in sight--I wonder when I won't be confused, when everything will be in it's place, and when I'll stop carrying around a bunch of stuff I don't need.
It's only then that I realize I am missing the obvious once again. Because life, it will always be chaotic. We'll always be in a state of waiting and wondering, dreaming and praying. It's not always fun, but it's just the way the journey is. And while the in between doesn't always feel the best, it supplies the lessons that make the next stage so sweet.
And for me, remembering that little fact helps me walk past the confusion and chaos, and keep on inviting God to come join me on the couch. :-)
I mentioned a couple posts ago that this past weekend I was given the opportunity to house sit for a sweet little family in my hometown. The mom of the house is a friend of a friend, and when I heard she needed someone to man the grounds for a few days, I was all over that like white on rice.
Mainly because I like castles.
What I failed to disclose about this past weekend's house sitting extravaganza was that my actual charge was to take care of the many critters (think Old McDonald) that live on the estate. Apparently, I was so mesmerized by the fact that I had just happened upon my dream house, I forgot I am not really an animal person, per say.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against animals and actually have a deep love for several furry children who belong to some close friends.
In fact, I have even been known to buy them clothes like the shirt seen here on Bri's crazy dog, Smokey. Smokey is very frat-tastic.
I am also very pro-snuggling in regards to Meg's dog, Laila.
But, beyond that, it's like my mama and carrots. According to The Debster, she likes carrots. She just doesn't like to eat them. In other words, she thinks they have a great personality, but sorry, not really interested.
So keeping with that theme, I like animals. I just don't like to eat them. Wait, that's wrong. I actually love to eat many of them. Let me try that again...I like animals, but at this current stage of life, my heart and my apartment have no room for the domesticated ones.
Still, it's amazing what a little cash incentive and free reign at a mansion with a pool will do to your animal preferences.
Did you say farm animals?! Why, I LOVE farm animals.
It started out innocently enough with a common household pet. This little pipsqueak was my buddy the entire weekend. She kept a 2 foot radius to my person at all times.
If I was laying out by the pool, she was there. If I needed the butler, she found him for me. If I was feeding the goat she was there. Yes, I said goat. Meet Billy. Or William, as I took to calling him, since our relationship was strictly business.
William is just a babe, you see, so he had to be fed 3 times a day. Now meet the loves of Willie's life.
This was fun for about the first 2 feedings.
I begged Skipper to tell me where she gets her mane highlighted, but she was very tight lipped about it. I told her she was stubborn as a mule, and she totally gave me the stink eye.
There was also a 3rd horse roaming the property.
I failed to get pictures of the rest of the animals, as life on the farm is all work and no play.
Thankfully, one finds ways to adapt. :-)
At the end of my 7th grade year, I sat with the rest of my classmates in a hot, crowded gym as my school gave away their yearly honors and awards. I can't remember much about that day besides the fact that is it was 287 degrees in that gym and that I wore some brown Candies sandals that were made of wood.
I know, so wrong.
I found this picture and while it is not the exact shoe, it is very similar, and mine were equally stylish and delicate. 
I would just like to note that mine lacked the rubber sole--an omission that would later prove to be somewhat unfortunate.
The only reason I remember this experience at all is because at the very end of the award ceremony, I suddenly heard my name called over the loud speaker. I almost didn't hear it, which is hard to believe since I ALWAYS listen and pay attention in academic settings. It didn't help that my friends and I were sitting at the very top of the old, wooden bleachers at the far corner of the gym.
I realized quickly that they had indeed called my name for some award given to only one 7th grade student. Shocked, my shoes and I jumped up and hurriedly clomped our way down an entire flight of wooden bleachers, across the entire length of a hardwood basket ball court, and all the way up to the stage. For about 2 seconds there was clapping to offset the loud clunking coming from my feet, but that stopped before I even had time to make it down the stairs.
At that point, the gym went silent. I picked up the pace a good bit to shorten my extreme embarrassment at knowing all eyes (and ears) were on me. Bad call.
Imagine the sound of a horse. Galloping loudly across the plains. Now picture a poor girl, laughing nervously as she trots about in front of her entire school.
The word you're searching for is AWKWARD.
So, what is the point of this random story, you ask? There's not one, really, except that that award was one of the last ones I remember receiving, until three very sweet bloggers presented me with a couple last week. I am SO surprised and SO appreciative to all of them for so many reasons, the least of which being that I finally have something to help erase the Clunck Incident of '97 that is burned forever into my brain.
So thank you so much E.B. from Life's a Peach and Heather from Life at Sonic Speed for giving me this sweet award!
Y'all are both such great people/blog friends and your blogs make my day, too!
The rules of blog awards is to share the love, so I would like to pass this on to just of few of the MANY blogs that make my day by causing me to laugh loudly, pray harder, and get inspired daily...
To know these ladies is to LOVE them. :-)
I was also so surprised to be given the another award "for creativity, originality, and overall contribution to the blogging community" from Heidi at The Zawisza Tribune. Heidi, are you sure you are reading the right blog? :-) Thank you so much--I definitely appreciated the great compliment!
Happy Monday, friends!
The past week has been less than eventful. After getting back from the beach on Sunday, I really only had 2 missions for the week.
1. Doing nothing.
2. Finding a dress Bri's Rehearsal Dinner.
Since I minored in #1 in college, I have a lot of knowledge and experience in that area. I did not leave the house on Monday, did not put on makeup, and have no recollection of any productive activities being completed. There is a chance I emailed a couple of people about a couple of different jobs, but the details are fuzzy. The Debster and I enjoyed a little Monday night Bachelorette, and it was great to totally own The Laziness.
Completing my second task, a dress for the Rehearsal, proved to be a little bit harder, and has actually been somewhat of an ongoing process since The Bridesmaid Dress Success of 2008. Before that glorious moment in time, my brain could not move onto any other wedding attire issues. Life was on hold. Time stood still. It was me and the zipper to the death.
But after I realized that the dress would indeed fit and I could go on with my life, I started searching for something to wear the night before. It will be a big night as we'll practice walking down the aisle, reunite with so many great friends, and toast a very lovely couple.
I found some different options, but wasn't completely satisfied. Either the dresses didn't fit or just weren't quite right for this dressy-casual dinner that will follow an outside rehearsal. In south Georgia. In the dead of summer. I can smell the sweat now.
Well actually I can't because I can't smell, but I can see it and it's not pretty.
So after much debate and searching, I found this, and I am so excited to wear it in (of my goodness) less than a week. How did that happen? Here's a little sneak peak...
The rest of the week has been pretty low-key. I did have some fun lunch dates which always makes my heart happy! Kimberly and I have a standing date on Thursdays, and this week she walked into Longhorn with my friend Josh (who is also her husband). :-)
Seeing these two stroll in together excited me more than the free bread, which is saying a lot.
Megan Seabolt, prepare to be jealous because on Friday, our dear friend Janna and I finally met up for a little lunch date. She is back in The Boro working and our getting together was long overdue! I just love talking to her. Meg, I am including this old picture of a previous lunch date to reassure you that you were there in spirit.
This weekend I am house/animal sitting for a really great family. I have to say, life is hard these days as I babysit at very nice beaches and house sit at homes like this...
I could lie and tell y'all that when I pull up I don't pretend I live here, but y'all are good people and deserve better.
And finally, I rounded out the week last night by going to watch my daddy in his play. It was great, as usual, even though I did not understand a word of it.
Shakespeare, you make my brain tired.
But everyone did a great job, and I was laughing out loud throughout the entire play. Here I am with the star. Daddy let me wear his hat in the picture even though taking it off exposed his Butt in the Front hairstyle. That's love.
Hope you all had a great week and have a wonderful weekend!
Well, my bags are all packed and Linds and I just returned home from a late night Walmart trip. Just like the good ole college days before the real world busted up our lives, separated us, and caused us to worry about things like money, life callings, 401K's or 007's or whatever.
We made a quick WM trip so we could stock up on some snacks, a 24 pack of Diet Coke (it will be our lifeline), and poolside reading materials. Because we will definitely get in SO much reading with a 5 year old and a 2 year old in our care. I'm sure they'll play quietly by themselves and not want us to come swim, take them to the beach, get them a snack, fix them a drink, give them a hug, save them when they jump in too deep, or ANYTHING.
They are such subdued children.
Anyways, I am sadly signing off from blogland for a few days while I work to keep children alive and happy, as well as enjoy spending some quality time with my BFF, Lindsay. I am so happy she is going with us because I never get to see her live and in person, and her company is priceless. Plus, I like sanity and she will help sustain it amongst the chaos.
Lin came to this particular beach trip with us a couple years ago, but that was when our lives were dictated by naps and bottles and at least one person who could not walk.
Times--they have changed. And changed for the better because 5 and 2 are like the most fun ever. Sure we have meltdowns every 10 to 20 minutes or so, but now that Jenn Jenn implements her "HUG IT OUT, HUG IT OUT" tactic, we get over them a lot quicker. Which leaves the rest of the day for the boys to practice being the most adorable, funny fellas ever produced.
They have it down to a science.
I contemplated taking my laptop with me on the trip because of my fondness of computing, but it is in a very fragile state right now. I feel that subjecting it to a trip away from it's very stable desk area would be making a deal with the devil. So I am leaving it behind where it will be safe and far away from hot cars, hasty bellmen, and chubby fingers pretending to "sendin an email to Jenn Jenn!"
Best emails ever, by the way.
We will be heading out of here bright and early in the morning and will get back Sunday with tans, funny stories, and sweet memories. I hope you all have a great rest of your week and weekend!
Monday I picked up the little guys from school and we headed off to their house to enjoy some summertime fun. But not before Will could ask me, "We going to da beach today?" the second I walked in the door to get them.
"No dear, not today. But we are going in a few days!! Woohoo! Get excited, my man!"
The child closed his eyes, put his head down, and slowing shook it back and forth. It was like I had just told him that all the beaches in the world dried up while he was at daycare. Bless his little dramatic soul.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to turn his frown upside down. Tactic #1 was setting up some quality time with their new sprinkler. Or as Will says, Spinkaler.
Both Brannen and Will were thrilled beyond belief. Who cares if the oceans are barren! This spinkaler shoots balls up into the air!
But Will's world turned dark once again when the dog caught wind of all the fun being had. She came running over and starting barking relentlessly and biting the water like some insane beast. She was having the absolute time of her life, but Will was NOT amused. You can see him stomping his little foot in protest in the picture above.
"Get a-WAY fwum hee-ya, Sadie!!!" Cry, scream, cry. "I not want you ova hee-ya!" Scream, cry, scream. Meltdown. Capital M.
It was awesome.
He finally rallied and forced himself to have fun despite the trials, and we sprinklered it a while longer until it was time to go in, have some supper, and take baths. After baths I implemented Tactic #2.
This plan involved breaking the rules just little bit, but hey, what are babysitters for? Even though we do not generally make it a habit to take food out of the kitchen area, we came up with a plan for a popcorn picnic in the playroom while we watched a movie.
Operation Turn that Frown Upside Down: Completed.
It was a really fun day, but it nearly ended in a disaster as my heart almost exploded all over the place at bedtime. When I walked into Brannen's bedroom to get Will and take him to his bed, I found this.
I entitle this picture: Hot Mess of Cuteness. Alternate Title: BFF's.
Speaking of best friends forever, today I got to see these two beautiful gals when we met up for lunch at Heavenly Ham. Sidenote: I have never met a more perfectly named restaurant.
Bri is in town for the week visiting Earle, so I wanted to get together for lunch with both her and Kimberly before I leave on Thursday to go to the beach with Ash and the boys. It was so fun, as always, to hang with these girls and we discussed a range of topics including wedding program horror stories, how boys can be so stupid sometimes, and how someone got Bri a little Humpty Dumpty-ish statue for a wedding gift. That's pretty funny all on it's own, but she also told us that she put it on the back porch, and when Meredith (her roommate) took the dog out that night, the sight of it scared her to death.
She thought it was an alien.
After my day was made from hearing that story and we finished up with lunch, I ran by my mama's office to hang out for a bit.
I just think my mama is so pretty, especially with that new sassy haircut! I have been trying to get her to cut her hair shorter and more layered for TWO YEARS. She always chickens out and thinks it won't look good on her. So this week I finally had enough, and I sent a note for her to give to her hair stylist (not kidding) with some hair instructions.
As her daughter, I feel personally responsible to help her live up to her style potential. I was right, and she looks great. My hair-work here is done.
Well, this week's calendar is definitely filling up! Tomorrow Lin is coming into town (she's going to the beach with us, yay!) and I haven't packed a thing. This may or may not have to do with the fact that much of my stuff may or may not still be in my car.
Bless my heart. I have issues.
But, it is past time to face this--my Everest--and start unloading. Besides, if there was ever a reason to do it, the beach is definitely it.
Every year since I can remember, my grandmother's family has gathered for a good ole family reunion. Gram is one of 9 children. The Brother and Sisters, as they have come to be known, are all very close--a bond that was forged deeply when their parents died within a year of each other when they were all relatively young.
The End. Happy Monday, everybody!
Just teasing. So fast forward, a mere 70 years (wow), and the 5 remaining siblings and their families still get together once a year to reunite. The last couple of years it's been held on Tybee Island near Savannah, so on Saturday we headed that way.
As always, it was an interesting gathering.
I'm not exactly sure how to explain these family reunions, but the word crazy comes to mind pretty quickly. Time, distance, and different lifestyles keep all of our lives separate, but as you know, love will keep us together. It's always fun to get hang out and catch up, and I personally enjoy it because there are some definite characters in this bunch. One is a member of my immediate family (you can probably guess who), but even Big Al has his work cut out for him to stand out among some of these people.
Basically what I'm saying is, if we had a reality show you'd TiVo us. And tell your friends to do the same.
Pulling up, I knew we were in for a treat because nothing says a good time like a dolphin balloon.
Everyone gathered at lunch time for the real reason we were all there. Family schmamily, give us the food. Thankfully there was a tent to eat under because the heat was intense.
I somehow got out of there without a picture of the extensive food table. I feel this is mainly because once I saw it, the only thing I could think of was obtaining as much of that goodness as I could. The main characters on my plate consisted of, but were not limited to, fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, creamed corn, butter beans, yams, and strawberry cake (compliments of Paula D). Mmmm. Why can't families reunite every weekend, I ask you?
Thankfully they don't so my newly-fitting bridesmaid dress will keep on being nice to me.
Here's a picture my best friend during Heat Fest 2008. Our eyes met from across the yard, and I didn't venture far from his side.
Iris, the Party Animal...
Don't be fooled, she was lovin it.
And this is my grandmother's famous little brother, Harville. He and his wife created a marital therapy that even Oprah loves and has used a bunch on her show. My professors also loved his therapy and quoted it (and one actually taught on it) frequently throughout the course of my social work education. Crazy, I know.
Even though Harville may technically be the most famous member of the fam thus far, I think we all know whose rise to "fame" I am most impressed with...
All in all, it was a great Saturday followed by a relaxing Sunday. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend, as well!
So my dear ole dad in another play. The man is an acting fool. It's funny because now people will call him for roles that they want him to play.
Somebody get this man an agent.
The play he is working on now is a Shakespearean one, and I spent a little time earlier rehearsing lines with him. He is doing great, although I am sure if Shakespeare heard me reading his words, he would probably hate me and ask me to shuteth thine mouth.
This particular production is being put on by the college, so it has a lot of students in it. And from what I gather, they are modernizing it and making it really funny. I think it is a comedy to begin with, but I have no idea because I really can't understand a word of it.
Tis content maketh thee weary. And stuff.
I am sure it will all come together for me once I see it in it's entirety, and I can't wait to watch how they put a modern twist on it. Earlier Daddy was giving me one example of this. Apparently, at the very end of the play, the main character goes off stage with his wife (like in a romantic way, if you catch my drift), and the whole cast chimes in together for one of the last lines concerning their exit.
This was our conversation about it...
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Daddy: We say that phrase that people say for that kind of stuff. That 'Ew wicca woo woo' thing.
Jenna: (Puzzled stare)
D: You know, that thing y'all say--'Wow chicca ew woo'--or whatever. At the end of the play we all say that as the main guy and his wife go off stage together. It's supposed to be funny. Do you know? Is it 'Woo chicca wow wow'?
J: Um, do you mean, 'Bow chicka wow wow'?
D: Yeah that's it! Bow chicka wow wow (said in a 53 year-old southern man version). We all say that as they leave. (Laughs the patented Big Al chuckle). Yeah, they exit the stage and we all go, 'Wow chicka bow bow!!'
J: Daddy. It's BOW. CHICKA. WOW. WOW.
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We will definitely have to practice that line specifically at our next living room rehearsal.
I think the chances of him actually getting that right are smaller than the chances of someone calling ME to do a play by Shakespeare. :)
Kelly did this fun questionnaire over at her blog, and since I am obviously in dire need of something to talk about, I decided to play along too! Get ready to know more random information about me than you ever wanted to know. :)
Favorite person (outside family)? Please refer to the sidebar on the right. They are all my faves, and I couldn't imagine doing life without any of them.
Favorite food? Anything my daddy cooks.
Quirks about you? I have a terrible time with left and right. I have a birthmark on my left wrist so I always have to look down to see which way is which. I also usually say left when I mean right. I wouldn't ask me for directions if I were you. You will likely NOT end up at your preferred destination.
Any regrets in life? The fact that my car still looks like this (minus a few items I have pulled out to use along the way). What is WRONG with me?
Favorite Blog recently? Too many to name!
Worst job you’ve ever had? My first year of grad school I interned as a social worker at a hospice. While it had the potential to be really sad work, I actually enjoyed the job itself. It was such a great experience interacting with all of my patients. BUT, my supervisor was out of control. At our first meeting, she described herself as a certain choice word that starts with a "B." Homegirl spoke the truth, and it was all downhill from there. MANY tears were shed over those next 6 months. She was mean and crazy, which is definitely not my favorite personality combination.
What job would you pay NOT to have? A coal miner or an E.R. doctor. I'm too claustrophobic and too blood-aphobic.
Favorite Bible verse right now?
1. "Call to me and I will answer you. I'll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own." Jeremiah 33:3 (The Message)
And an all-time fave, 2. "Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4
Got any confessions? I almost got arrested a couple months ago when I walked underneath a train (it was off and not moving). Meg and I were leaving class on our LAST day of school, and a train pulled up blocking our way to the parking lot. I innocently walked underneath to avoid having to go ALL the way around. I was greeted on the other side by a guy (who was probably younger than me) running towards me and YELLING at me to STOP RIGHT THERE. He was on his cell phone and was angrily shouting that he was about to have me "hauled off and locked up" for committing a federal offense. I still don't know what law I broke exactly, but I do know that I was so shocked and scared that I (literally) peed in my pants, begged for mercy, and ran away as he yelled at me to "get to my car and tell all my little friends to stop trespassing!"
So attention, all my little friends, do not walk under trains.
If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it? I would make some very nice additions to this area.
Favorite thing about your house? The people inside.
One thing you are bad at? Being competitive. And making decisions about where to go eat when with friends.
One thing you’re good at? Procrastinating. I even surprise myself sometimes with the ways I can come with to not accomplish tasks. I'll tell you about them later.
If you could change something about your circumstances, what would it be? Well, my rational mind would want to have the next step of my life figured out. But, I know things are happening the way they are for a reason. So in my heart I realize that being uncomfortable and confused right now has a purpose--it's an opportunity to learn important lessons about trust, faith, obedience, and all that fun stuff. I'm glad God loves me enough to allow me go through this--and that He promises that the end result will be greater than any plan I could have come up with.
Who would you like to meet someday? Hmmm, my husband. :)
Who is your real life hero? These funny people. I totally hit the jackpot with this crowd.
When are you most relaxed? On the couch at the end of the day, on the beach ANY time of the day, or on the phone with good friends throughout the day.
What stresses you out? Financial responsibilities as a recently graduated young adult with no clear plan for the future.
Why do you blog? Because I am all about the fun, and blogging is where it's at! In addition to that, it is such a great way to document this time of my life--the experiences, the crazy people, the lessons, and all the randomness. And in addition to THAT, reading blogs is a daily source of inspiration and laughter, and I have "met" so many wonderful people along the way.
I just love it.
Well. I have been sitting here trying to figure out what in the world I can write about with my boring self, but so far I have nothing. Things have just been pretty slow around here lately. June has come (how did THAT happen) and my days are filled with hanging out, babysitting, not cleaning out my car, questioning my future, and getting geared up for some fun June activities.
I'm thrilled because in the near future, life will take a less boring turn as I have a beach trip with the boys lined up. And at the end of this month...let's see, it seems like there is something going on...what is it....
Oh yes, just a little WEDDING.
And speaking of the wedding, something very exciting happened over the weekend. One of the main stressors of my life was taken away as my beautiful bridesmaid dress FINALLY zipped.
Here I am trying it on.
And while a bridesmaid dress not fitting pales in comparison to, you know, real life problems, it was still a cause of concern in my world. Because, hello, it's not like there is an easy answer to it not fitting.
Hey Bri. Yeah listen, I'm so sorry, but I ordered a size too small in the dress and it didn't fit. I have been way to lazy to lose weight so it WOULD fit, so I am just going to wear this pretty black dress to your wedding. K, thanks. Oh, and have I mentioned you're pretty? Love you.
For some reason, that conversation was just never an option for me.
So, since I received the lovely dress many, many months ago, it has been hanging up at my parent's house just waiting for someone to fit into it. From time to time when I would come home, I would try it on. And month after month, it would zip just a little bit more. So imagine my excitement when I realized this weekend that I would not have to ruin Brittany's wedding after all!
There may or may not have been some dancing through the house with the dress on. With a couple princess twirls here and there for good measure.
Now that this weight has been lifted off (no pun intended, haha), my mind has been free to think about other important wedding factors like shoes, rehearsal dinner attire, and the like.
So, in other not-very-interesting news, I found these shoes at Walmart for $7.00! The other girls and I had discussed having some alternate shoes for the reception in order to dance at our optimum level. I think these will be perfect and are an ode to the flip flop wearing bond Bri and I share.
And just as I was posting this picture, the mailman knocked on the door to deliver them! After searching through the largest box I have ever seen (I think I could fit into it) to find them, I have tried them on and think they are just what I was looking for. Walmart, you have done it again, my friend.
Happy Tuesday!
