Chris' Rings

Chris needs to choose a freaking ring. I thing we have looked at hundreds! I know I've looked at thousands, and that's not counting the ones that Chris has looked at with me. I keep telling him that for being so laid back and easy going, he is really really pickie!!!

He needs to just freaking choose one! I thought I knew what he wanted but it turns out I don't. Which is why I have deemed it necessary for HIM to choose the darn thing. I love him to death, but... grrr...

I will give it to him that it is a hard decision. It was a hard enough decision to choose my ring, so choosing his own is understandable. I'm going to take him to the last jewelry store in town and see if he actually picks out one. We shall see... we shall see...

Ring around the finger

I am trying soo hard to loose that last little bit of weight... okay, maybe not that hard. I have been cheating a bit lately because I've been feeling so cruddy with my allergies being so bad lately.
I can almost almost fit in Chris' grandma's ring. I think I'm gonna just have to fess up and get it sized before the wedding.

Fun Wedding Post

One of my box office gal-pals forwarded me this story about a wonderful idea for a home-cooked wedding written by a smitten bride:

I'm so, SO smug. I got married about a month ago and it went so smoothly and graciously. My lovemonkey proposed while we were spending a year teaching in another country and we scheduled the wedding for one month to the day after we stepped off the plane back home. Nuts? Nah. Look at all the problems it solved!

Q: "Oh my goodness, how will you manage to get the invitations sent and RSVPd in time?"
A: "Livejournal!"

Q: "Oh my goodness, how will you rent a hall in time?"
A: "Boy, guess we can't. Looks like we'll have to have it in the backyard!"

Q: "Oh my goodness, what if it rains? Your dress will get ruined!"
A: "I couldn't bear that. I'd better wear something comfy and warm instead. And tanker boots."

Q: "What are people going to eat at the reception? You can't find a caterer in time!"
A: "Hot damn, you're right. Potluck reception with Trader Joe's wine!"

Q: "What are you going to do for a cake? Bridal bakeries only do tastings once a month!"
A: "Sheet cake. A big ol' custom sheet cake. In my favorite flavor."

Q: "Aren't you going to have a registry somewhere?"
A: "No."

So we had an outdoor winter wedding by the beach in Seattle , and it rained. And it was awesome. There were cormorants and SCUBA divers. I wore black and red, the lovemonkey wore green and black, and we both got completely SOAKED. There was no priest, no judge, just him and me and a bunch of people taking pictures with disposable cameras. We made up our vows on the spot. My Maid of Honor didn't know she was the Maid of Honor until I made her come hold the ring box--damn skirt didn't have pockets.

After the vows on the beach, we dripped back up to the house and had an EXTREMELY fine potluck--because my friends and family are good cooks--and good coffee and good wine and NO GODDAMN DANCING. Some people left gifts, some didn't, and everyone had a sweet laid-back time.

The week after the beach ceremony, we went and got legally hitched by a very nice justice of the peace. Then we went for Thai.

I got all the thank-you notes mailed out last week.

And do you know what all this means? It means I'M SO AWESOME. Everybody should have a wedding as cool and homegrown as mine was, but they CAN'T, because I have used up all the cool. Yes I have. There is none for you; give up.
Radcakes
Seattle , WA Tuesday, January 24, 2006

outside the chapel