Wedding Dress? Check!!!

Brittany and I ventured over to David's Bridal yesterday. The first hurdle? Please show us something with a sleeve. I knew we were working with a professional when she asked, "Is this a temple wedding?" Oh, thank you.

And, no. This dress pictured here is just for pure entertainment. It got me to thinking about weddings in general and when I came across these little numbers.



You know you live in the modern world when they actually have "maternity wedding gowns". Shotgun and preacher, no extra charge.

Remember when Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney got married?



That one was over in about 5 minutes.

Anyway, our capable helper brought out her first set of dresses. I sat in a chair surrounded by mirrors with camera in hand. First dress? Too much stuff on it. I liked the back lace up detail. I like to see something coming and going. She likes a little bit of glitz, but not too much. Next.

The next one was one I picked out from the website. Mothers should just be quiet and speak when they are spoken to. It had coverage, yes, but, was WAY too plain. NEXT!

The third one, yeah, we liked it better than the second one. Eh. Next.

The fourth one, Brittany didn't think she liked it just from how it looked on the hanger. But, she tried it on anyway. It was too big and we weren't quite feeling it yet. Our delightful helper went back and got a size 4 for my tiny little daughter.

IT WAS MAGIC!

The fourth dress! Who knew it could be this easy. No, I can't possibly post a pic here! She was a vision of loveliness. You'll have to come and see her in her glory on March 11, 2011.

I have to rest and pace myself a bit. I get a little jittery when I spend money.

By popular demand

Okay, I am officially freaking out about planning this wedding/reception! Don't tell Brit!

For those that don't know, my beautiful daughter Brittany is marrying her Nate on March 11, 2011. That's a short 7 months and 9 days from now. Tomorrow we are going "dress looking". I am told by my more experienced friends that we may actually be purchasing tomorrow, but we'll see.

Brittany and Nate have chosen purple and white as their colors. A beautiful deep purple. They had initially chosen blue and yellow, and my mind immediately pictured a blue and gold banquet with a bunch of Cub Scouts running around. Thankfully, this will not be so.

I am hoping to meet with an old high school classmate with regard to her cake. We're scoping out photography. She's already decided on artificial blooms. No wilting. She'll have four attendants and Nate will have four groomsmen. We'll probably have Costco do the invites.

I think my stress just comes from wanting to make it nice for Brittany, within the budget we have set. I have a vision, I just need to be able to transfer that vision from my head to fruition. Wish us luck!

Sweet Dreams.

Okay dear friends, let your collective eyeroll begin. IT IS HERE!



A sweet gift from a sweet person. She knows who she is. Thank you.

Happy Birthday sweetness.

I'd love to post a picture, but I want to respect her and her family's privacy. Usually in years past, I have posted a baby photo of her so that she wasn't easily recognized by anyone who might happen upon my blog and put two and two together.

So instead I post with a love and melancholy in my heart for this beautiful girl who came into our lives via my dear, sweet daughter Brittany. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. I hope she knows how much she is loved, even though a good portion of it falls out of the hole in my heart. I have to keep refilling it, and with her, it's not hard.

Happy Birthday beautiful princess. I hope you are having a wonderful day.

On another note, I was all poised to purchase the comforter set posted two blog posts below yesterday. It was 40% off on Target's Black Friday online sale. I was going through to make the purchase (a Christmas present for myself) and the price went back up to regular price before I could complete the process. Needless to say, I canceled my purchase. :(

It's July 23rd, I'd better post something this month.

Lest you think I have been ignoring my blog completely, I haven't. Sometimes I just don't know what I want to write.

I have a lot of irritations. I want to write about those. But, I can't. I don't want to get preached to for having done so. So, we'll just say that I have a lot of irritations and no relief in sight. Take that, preacher.

Work has been phenomenally busy and I have a daughter who is getting married in 7 months and 16 days. So much to do and not nearly enough time in my day to get any of anything done.

So, I'll just leave you with a cute picture:

Just nursing a Robsession

Is it excessive that I want this comforter set from Target?

Can you say mortification?

Warning: The post you are about to read must never be discussed with whom it is referring. Failure to heed this warning will set off a chain of events that I would not wish upon my worst enemy. Proceed with caution.

Let me say that I love my dear, sweet, youngest child. Mark is a very intelligent child and very entreprenurial in spirit. Mark just graduated from Junior High. Mark loves technology. Mark wants (in no particular order) a new bike, an iphone, texting abilities, a laptop, an XBox 360, and up until a couple of weeks ago; a Nintendo DSXL.

Mark is not a spoiled child, although you might want to ask his older brother and sister about that. But, he wants. And he wants BADLY! He has been hitting us up for one or the other of the above listed items and is online always searching for the best deal.

Now, his dad works for a living and I work for a living. I do not work so that we can live lavishly. I work because I have to. Mark does not have to work for money just yet because there are child labor laws protecting him from that. Well, Mark came up with what I'm sure he thought was an ingenious plan to acquire something from his list.

The other night he came out from the office and announced to me that he had sent a request for gifts from his relatives on Facebook. I said, "YOU DID WHAT?!" Can you say "MORTIFIED"! He may as well have been standing by the freeway offramp with his cardboard sign reading "Down on my luck, Please Help, God Bless"!

I then regained my composure and told Mark, that "Honey, you can't do that". His answer? "Why not?" Up until this point I thought I had trained my kids well in that we don't expect gifts just because and that we aren't owed anything by anyone. Poor guy, I guess his birthday and Christmas never come soon enough for him.

Long story short, he sent out a recanting of his earlier message. But boy oh boy, was he upset with me. Mark sure keeps me on my toes, but I love him to the moon and back.