With the bridal shower over and done, we are now able to really focus on the Big Day. And it’s coming fast! Maybe a little too fast!
Family and friends have been sending in their RSVP’s and we are chugging along.
What’s left to do? Make the wedding favors, of course. These are a little tricky. No theme. Just colors. Asking for a theme is like asking to pull a tooth. So we go with the direct question of: what do you want to give your guests as a small token of appreciation? Answers vary. My favorite one is the look of shock with a small “umm”. That’s always helpful to hear.
Seriously we have dwindled down the possibilities to one item and those will be in production next week. I’m hoping to have them done by the end of the weekend of the 15th.
Five. More. Weeks.
The wedding drama has occurred. I knew it would show it’s ugly face, I just wasn’t sure of the form it would take. It took two forms: bridesmaid and invitations.
One of the bridesmaids dropped out. There is a long back story to it, but in short, it was an awkward position and I wasn’t positive how it would pan out. She dropped out Saturday. The bride-to-be was able to be calmed down – she didn’t have much of a meltdown. The text came followed by the phone call of now what. We talked, options were given, and she made another choice. It was one of her first choices to begin with, but distance and family scheduling hindered the lovely bride2B from asking. She asked, was answered in the positive and now we are back on-track. Yay!
That evening, I had an email stating the invitations I ordered were cancelled. This is why I have back-up plans. Plan B: Walgreens Photo shop here I come! After spending about 15 minutes on the design, adding the detailed information – triple checking it all! – I hit the submit button and wa-la! Not only were the invitations less to purchase, but I found a coupon to save even more. Win! Win!
Drama. You have shown your ugly head. Now return to the inky dark corners where you come from. Don’t bother showing up again – you didn’t freak out the bride2B.
I know there might be more potholes up ahead – we still have three months to go and anything can happen on the big day. But for now, we take the wins. I found a photographer, family members who live far away are now a definite, I have a dress, the cake topper arrived and the flowers are almost finished.
Took a few days off from my crazy busy life. It was much needed and very appreciated.
In the upcoming months, life is going to change: the only daughter becomes a wife to a very nice guy.
Our life went from somewhat crazy to intense all in a matter a simple “yes”. They want a fast marriage – as in five months from “yes” to “I do”. Taste testing, dress searching, flower making, favors, centerpieces, DJ’s…the list goes on.
The soon to be 21 year old will be the one performing the ceremony. I will be putting together the flowers for the bouquets with the bride-to-be’s help. My mother has been calling venues and solidifying those details.
In the end, it will be beautiful and perfect to her. Something is bound to go wrong or mess up, but it’s okay. One step at a time, right? Take a breath, strap in, and enjoy the ride!
Short and sweet…more like savory…
Husband made dinner and it tasted amazing!
I don’t normally post about food because, though I like to eat, it’s not a passion of mine. I leave that to the experts and amateur experts.
Philly Cheesesteak Meatloaf
I am not a fan of meatloaf but this was worth every bite.
That’s chop meat spread out with cheese slices topped with sautéed onions and peppers on one pan. Bacon slices laid out end to end on another pan. Then roll the meat concoction on top of the bacon. Then bake in the oven wrapped in foil for a half hour and uncover for another half hour, or until the meat is the desired temperature. (Or something similar!) The end result is this wonderful, bacon tasting meatloaf. It didn’t taste like a meatloaf. He substituted provolone cheese for cheddar cheese because he isn’t a fan of the provolone, but next time he said he would do it half and half.
So this weeks grateful moment: after working just over 9 hours, I came home to dinner almost ready. It just needed a little extra time – just enough for me to change into comfy clothes.
My husband is an independent driver – does Uber or Lyft sound familiar? He drives and enjoys it. He is also a gadget guy and has found a driver app that allows drivers to share their actual location with another person – besides the regular app for the rider. I am unsure of the actual name of the app but that’s not really important in this post. What IS important is what this app is supposed to do. When the app is turned on, I receive a message which shows me his location – and whether or not he is online, enroute, or on a trip. This comes in handy when he is working late into the night or when we have an appointment and he isn’t home.
He has had this particular app for a few months and it has always shown his vehicle as a blank square. Can you see it in this picture? It’s an outline of a box. That’s all. I call it the Ghost Car. The car is not there. It’s just a box that moves along the highways.
Last week when we had all that wonderful white snow fall from the sky, he was Uber-ing and had to go to Illinois. The area in Illinois that he was traveling does not have Uber yet when he shared the location with me, guess what happened? If you guessed a car appeared, you are correct! Can you see the car that looks like it is sitting in the middle of nothing? That is him in Illinois.
Now what I don’t get is how does an area that has this particular driving app available NOT have a real car while an area that doesn’t, is able to show up as a car? I was so excited when I saw it appear that I had to take a screenshot. Partly because I wasn’t sure how long it would last. And it’s a good thing, too, because as soon as he jumped over to an Indiana tower, the car went back to being a ghost!
These are things that make me scratch my head… 🙂
My life is turning into the crazy cat lady. Thankfully, I only have two. But I look at my photos on the phone and there are two or three photos of the cats to every one of my son. That has to scream “help!”
According to the teenager, this isn’t a cry for help. He assures me the photo ratio is perfectly normal since the cats are cute. I think it’s really his way of saying he doesn’t want to have his picture taken. But I’m just guessing…and I’m Mom, so I might not know what I’m talking about. (I don’t think he is at that stage yet, so I could still be smart.)
My goal now is to take other photos – I have others, but the cats are more interesting. Want to know the boring ones? Pictures of my odometer. Yep, had to travel for work and write down the mileage. Riveting, right?
Tomorrow I will get back to more interesting photos! Tonight, I leave you with the last one I took…