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Thank you again, Cam. I tried to keep everything light that day, and I think the high school drama club person came out in me. When I'm in a nerve-wracking situation, I tend to have this sense of humor. So a lot of improve ensued.
Thank you so much, Jennifer! And you gave me lots of help on the sand ceremony.
Thank you for that!Val, thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I had only heard of rose ceremonies for mothers and lost relatives. This was completely new to me, and I really liked it a lot. We did end up picking a spot at home and left our ceremony roses there (and they survived the honeymoon, despite having four cats who might have mauled them while we were gone!
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Aww Jennifer everything is so beautiful!!!!! The colors are amzing, love it. Congrats girl
Aww, Lynnie, thank you!! I'm going to have to tell my dad you think he's cute. He's having surgery today!
Oh my goodness, Jennifer!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have loved everything you have written - what a glorious day so far!I even read the vows and sometimes I just skim them but yours were so meaningful and beautiful to me
You always put so much love and down to earth-ness into your posting too, it was such a wonderful pleasure to read - AND you looked so beautiful
I can't wait to read more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, thank you! I'm all teary reading your comments! I try to write as I speak so that it's easier for people to get into. I'm glad you enjoy it.
yay!! Everything was gorgeous! OMG girl talk about drop-dead-hottie!! You looked phenomenal!! I love your hair color for sure! I can't wait for more!
Woo! I told Rob you said that, and he said, Hell yeah!
Thanks, Alissa. Thank you! I was expecting you to crash! Where were you?
I'm still having trouble taking compliments, but it's getting nicer and nicer to hear. After being so worried it wasn't the right dress... 
I was just looking at the pictures again and your hair looked great (loved the comb
Also, your mom's dress was so great too! Tell her I thought it was magnificent as well
The left side of it kept coming out. In some pictures, you can actually see the bobby pin hanging by a lock. And my veil was off-kilter. But my photographer caught the veil and fixed it. My mom and I tried to fix the hair, but it was pointless; it kept falling out. You can tell the time of the picture, based on how much hair from the bottom was coming out. If it looked steady, it was at the beginning. If it was all trickling down my neck, it was toward the end!
I will tell my mom you liked her dress... she was nervous about it. I actually just saw pictures from another wedding where the maid of honor wore the same one!
Patty, thank you so much!!
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Thank you! I was expecting you to crash! Where were you?
Damn! I completley forgot to do that! Well you are just going to have to get married again, maybe a VR, and I promise to crash! 
You were just up the street too! Guess what?? I was reading who was doing your hair for the wedding and that is my DF's hairdresser at JC's too!!! I was like I know Ashley! DF got a kick out of it too!
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Oh, that's funny! Small world. I've been meaning to call and make an appointment. Ashley is the only one I trust, and she always does a great job.
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Yeah she is the only who can get DF's hair just the way he likes it! Too funny! My son goes to another girl there but for the life of me I can't remember.
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The wedding was over, so supposedly that meant I could relax. I think I may have a little, though that word is not in my vocabulary.
There are a ton of pictures post-wedding that are in the "professional bin", but I still don't have the disc yet.
I was very thirsty from all the talking, so I asked my mom to go run and grab my Dr. Pepper and E.T. (after all the congratulatory hugging and kissing). She came back about five or ten minutes later, because E.T. was moved to the guest book table, and she was looking everywhere but.
I made a big boo boo when I drank that Dr. Pepper. I must have thought there was less in the can, and I tipped it back a little too quickly. Only to have it spill.
Yeah, go me.
So I immediately dropped my upper half down (i.e. I bent over very quickly) to see if it would fall to the ground instead of my dress.
Alas, I did get soda on my dress, but my dress was 100% polyester, baby, so it came right off the pick-ups. I think my bodice got a little stained, but you couldn't see it because the stitching and beading distracted people who like pretty things. That was good.
Of course, we told the bridal party no formal shots (and they were very relieved). So they were a little taken aback when this occurred:
Left to right: Brendon, Tamara, Jeff, Sara
Oops!
Sara had a rough day because she (like me) wears glasses. But hers are Transition lenses. So if she had worn them all day, they would have been dark. So the poor girl squinted all day instead.
Everyone went off to the reception, while Tamara grabbed my boots and socks, and Sara carried the train.
Tamara was loved by the camera all day.
We were trying to figure out where to take pictures first (well, before that, mayhem ensued while I tried to change into my boots while standing up. I have NO balance... so this was amusing... but those pictures are still not here yet, unless you look on the pictage website).
We wanted to take pictures on the bridge, but Rob also wanted pictures of us playing miniature golf (yes, there was miniature golf). So we stopped there first.
More kissing. Jeez, these guys should get a room.
On top of all the other decisions I had to make for that day, I was also charged with choosing the color ball we played with. My brain was fried. Rob chose red. It was appropriate. And E.T. helped too!
Whee!
No E.T.'s were injured during this photo shoot.
You can see the reception hall behind us.
Laura asked if we would stop in front of the building. I didn't realize it at the time, but now looking at the pictures, I realize it was right in front of the "bride's room" because the lamp is showing through the window (that you can't see right here).
Of all the pictures of the day, these give the best contrast. Love, love, love them. I love the look on my face. Probably because I don't look like a monkey.
One of the best photos of the day.
If you're keeping track or playing Where's E.T.?, he's in this picture.
Then it was time to head to the bridge.
I felt bad about Sara carrying my train everywhere, so I tried to carry it. Almost successfully.
We were so nervous that we would behave badly for the photographer. We wouldn't listen. We'd do stuff wrong. Our smiles would look forced. But both of us were either really tired, really happy, or both, so we did whatever they asked (which would explain some of the bra shots and me lifting up my dress a lot... imagine if I had had anything to drink!!).
We told Laura we wanted walking shots. Us walking together, her photographing from the back. We also wanted to carry E.T., hand in hand.
The logistics of it never occurred to me.
See, most stuffed animals have stuffing evenly distributed.
But E.T. has a HONKING big head (no offense, little guy). His head was heavier than the rest of his body. So when Rob and I held his hands, he just fell backwards.
Okay, that one didn't look so bad.
But most pictures came out like this.
I had wanted pictures with and without my glasses. I realized I had no formal pictures (outside of when we "played" golf) with my glasses on. I would have loved these to be glasses-ful. I think my eyebrows look weird. I know, I know.
Come on, E.T., we're not THAT bad!
I think he's misbehaving on purpose.
There are some great "aerial" or should I say, "groundial" shots of us here that were done by Laura. She focused upward. Not only did it make my pick-ups look cool, it showed the height of the trees, which you couldn't necessarily get from just these.
See what I mean about being willing to do anything?
I don't know if it's all happiness or wedding day-ness, though. I may just be an exhibitionist-- I lifted my dress quite a bit for the Roots too!
I am sad about not getting a shot of my hair without the comb, but Christine did catch this nice shot with the veil. It was outside, so she got the glow of my hair too.
Only now do I understand why all my coworkers call me a redhead.
Laura asked if we were willing to sit on the bridge. I was like, I'll do anything for the camera!
So she had us sit and get in this bizarre position that looks comfortable, but it's obvious that our parents slipped Laura a five to punish us for not taking formal pictures.
Stop looking at my eyebrows! Oh, I see you scrolling up and saying, What? They look fine! I know! I'm watching you!
>cough< Ahem.
This is when I become delirious from lack of sleep.
Funny how in most pictures, only one of us looks right. Like, I'll have this gorgeous look on my face, and Rob will look like he needs to pee. Or I'll look delirious (as evidenced above), and he'll look all pensive and beautiful.
SOMETIMES, we can pull it off together.
We also skipped the whole "hand" thing... so this is one of the few pictures where you can catch our rings. Thank goodness, you saw close-ups of them, so you know about the oak leaves.
We really wanted to get shots of our rings on a leaf. But that never happened. But Rob took some excellent shots of our rings when we got back from our honeymoon, so don't let me forget to show you those.
I love this picture. It's "milkiness in action"! The red at the bottom is my bouquet. I note this because you know how photographers like to get that shot of the bouquet on the dress? Well, the bouquet was on my dress, and NOT ONE photo has it. Oops!
There are a ton of pictures post-wedding that are in the "professional bin", but I still don't have the disc yet.
I was very thirsty from all the talking, so I asked my mom to go run and grab my Dr. Pepper and E.T. (after all the congratulatory hugging and kissing). She came back about five or ten minutes later, because E.T. was moved to the guest book table, and she was looking everywhere but.
I made a big boo boo when I drank that Dr. Pepper. I must have thought there was less in the can, and I tipped it back a little too quickly. Only to have it spill.
Yeah, go me.
So I immediately dropped my upper half down (i.e. I bent over very quickly) to see if it would fall to the ground instead of my dress.
Alas, I did get soda on my dress, but my dress was 100% polyester, baby, so it came right off the pick-ups. I think my bodice got a little stained, but you couldn't see it because the stitching and beading distracted people who like pretty things. That was good.
Of course, we told the bridal party no formal shots (and they were very relieved). So they were a little taken aback when this occurred:
Left to right: Brendon, Tamara, Jeff, Sara
Oops!
Sara had a rough day because she (like me) wears glasses. But hers are Transition lenses. So if she had worn them all day, they would have been dark. So the poor girl squinted all day instead.
Everyone went off to the reception, while Tamara grabbed my boots and socks, and Sara carried the train.
Tamara was loved by the camera all day.
We were trying to figure out where to take pictures first (well, before that, mayhem ensued while I tried to change into my boots while standing up. I have NO balance... so this was amusing... but those pictures are still not here yet, unless you look on the pictage website).
We wanted to take pictures on the bridge, but Rob also wanted pictures of us playing miniature golf (yes, there was miniature golf). So we stopped there first.
More kissing. Jeez, these guys should get a room.
On top of all the other decisions I had to make for that day, I was also charged with choosing the color ball we played with. My brain was fried. Rob chose red. It was appropriate. And E.T. helped too!
Whee!
No E.T.'s were injured during this photo shoot.
You can see the reception hall behind us.
Laura asked if we would stop in front of the building. I didn't realize it at the time, but now looking at the pictures, I realize it was right in front of the "bride's room" because the lamp is showing through the window (that you can't see right here).
Of all the pictures of the day, these give the best contrast. Love, love, love them. I love the look on my face. Probably because I don't look like a monkey.
One of the best photos of the day.
If you're keeping track or playing Where's E.T.?, he's in this picture.
Then it was time to head to the bridge.
We were so nervous that we would behave badly for the photographer. We wouldn't listen. We'd do stuff wrong. Our smiles would look forced. But both of us were either really tired, really happy, or both, so we did whatever they asked (which would explain some of the bra shots and me lifting up my dress a lot... imagine if I had had anything to drink!!).
We told Laura we wanted walking shots. Us walking together, her photographing from the back. We also wanted to carry E.T., hand in hand.
The logistics of it never occurred to me.
See, most stuffed animals have stuffing evenly distributed.
But E.T. has a HONKING big head (no offense, little guy). His head was heavier than the rest of his body. So when Rob and I held his hands, he just fell backwards.
Okay, that one didn't look so bad.
But most pictures came out like this.
I had wanted pictures with and without my glasses. I realized I had no formal pictures (outside of when we "played" golf) with my glasses on. I would have loved these to be glasses-ful. I think my eyebrows look weird. I know, I know.
Come on, E.T., we're not THAT bad!
I think he's misbehaving on purpose.
There are some great "aerial" or should I say, "groundial" shots of us here that were done by Laura. She focused upward. Not only did it make my pick-ups look cool, it showed the height of the trees, which you couldn't necessarily get from just these.
See what I mean about being willing to do anything?
I don't know if it's all happiness or wedding day-ness, though. I may just be an exhibitionist-- I lifted my dress quite a bit for the Roots too!
I am sad about not getting a shot of my hair without the comb, but Christine did catch this nice shot with the veil. It was outside, so she got the glow of my hair too.
Only now do I understand why all my coworkers call me a redhead.
Laura asked if we were willing to sit on the bridge. I was like, I'll do anything for the camera!
So she had us sit and get in this bizarre position that looks comfortable, but it's obvious that our parents slipped Laura a five to punish us for not taking formal pictures.
Stop looking at my eyebrows! Oh, I see you scrolling up and saying, What? They look fine! I know! I'm watching you!
>cough< Ahem.
This is when I become delirious from lack of sleep.
Funny how in most pictures, only one of us looks right. Like, I'll have this gorgeous look on my face, and Rob will look like he needs to pee. Or I'll look delirious (as evidenced above), and he'll look all pensive and beautiful.
SOMETIMES, we can pull it off together.
We also skipped the whole "hand" thing... so this is one of the few pictures where you can catch our rings. Thank goodness, you saw close-ups of them, so you know about the oak leaves.
We really wanted to get shots of our rings on a leaf. But that never happened. But Rob took some excellent shots of our rings when we got back from our honeymoon, so don't let me forget to show you those.
I love this picture. It's "milkiness in action"! The red at the bottom is my bouquet. I note this because you know how photographers like to get that shot of the bouquet on the dress? Well, the bouquet was on my dress, and NOT ONE photo has it. Oops!
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Thank goodness that the camera (or Photoshop) hides all the blackness on my pick-ups, because I'm pretty sure sitting on the bridge made my dress filthy (though I didn't notice most of it until we got home that night).
It was time to stand up and take pictures of us... standing. On the bridge.
(E.T., I see you!)
E.T., I see you there too! But this is the very first time I noticed you!
When I'm showing people these pictures, I like to play a game. I go back and forth on the last to shots, over and over again. It's like videography! You can see the motion of us kissing. Woo!
Seriously! Get a room!
I thought my bouquet looked sad... like it didn't have enough roses in it. But these pictures show me (sometimes I need someone to smack me... or show me pictures) that it was fine. Beautiful, actually.
I never thought I'd be okay with wearing a veil like this either, and it looked lovely.
Note: This was the shot we sent to the newspaper. It was the only vertical shot where you could see both of us nicely. But still no frontal shot.
There were several shots in front of the frog pond. Rob wanted to take pictures at this gazebo, but there are always chairs sitting in the gazebo, and we didn't want to move them.
As we were wrapping up, I asked if we could take pictures with the trees. I wanted us to be standing in front of the separate trees and peeking around them. Well, we got one of them!
This is our favorite picture (of pretty much all pictures we've gotten from that day).
I submitted this one to Maggie Sottero.
We do have a lot of pictures of us looking at the camera...
Just separately!
And then there are the fun ones...
And by god, more kissing!
Guys, didn't I tell you to get a room?
I'm posting this because I seem to be posting all of them. It's not one of my favorites. I don't know what I was doing or thinking at this time. But based on my eyeballs, I'm guessing I'm widening my eyes to stretch them, like you'd stretch your legs. I'm very tired, you know.
We spied on these guys a bit too.
Tamara got to be my almighty purse keeper.
I was told to wiggle my butt a lot. I don't know if this is before or after Sara, Tamara, AND Rob all worked together to bustle my dress.
Then we wandered around the building (I'm sure more happened, but it's hard when I don't have those professional shots to show you... did I forget to mention that part?), and it was time to get ready to be introduced. I'm sure people were starving by now!
It was time to stand up and take pictures of us... standing. On the bridge.
(E.T., I see you!)
E.T., I see you there too! But this is the very first time I noticed you!
When I'm showing people these pictures, I like to play a game. I go back and forth on the last to shots, over and over again. It's like videography! You can see the motion of us kissing. Woo!
Seriously! Get a room!
I thought my bouquet looked sad... like it didn't have enough roses in it. But these pictures show me (sometimes I need someone to smack me... or show me pictures) that it was fine. Beautiful, actually.
I never thought I'd be okay with wearing a veil like this either, and it looked lovely.
Note: This was the shot we sent to the newspaper. It was the only vertical shot where you could see both of us nicely. But still no frontal shot.
There were several shots in front of the frog pond. Rob wanted to take pictures at this gazebo, but there are always chairs sitting in the gazebo, and we didn't want to move them.
As we were wrapping up, I asked if we could take pictures with the trees. I wanted us to be standing in front of the separate trees and peeking around them. Well, we got one of them!
This is our favorite picture (of pretty much all pictures we've gotten from that day).
I submitted this one to Maggie Sottero.
We do have a lot of pictures of us looking at the camera...
Just separately!
And then there are the fun ones...
And by god, more kissing!
Guys, didn't I tell you to get a room?
I'm posting this because I seem to be posting all of them. It's not one of my favorites. I don't know what I was doing or thinking at this time. But based on my eyeballs, I'm guessing I'm widening my eyes to stretch them, like you'd stretch your legs. I'm very tired, you know.
We spied on these guys a bit too.
Tamara got to be my almighty purse keeper.
I was told to wiggle my butt a lot. I don't know if this is before or after Sara, Tamara, AND Rob all worked together to bustle my dress.
Then we wandered around the building (I'm sure more happened, but it's hard when I don't have those professional shots to show you... did I forget to mention that part?), and it was time to get ready to be introduced. I'm sure people were starving by now!
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Jen your pictures came out beauifully! I love the shots that have E.T., that is so cute!
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Oh my goodness, no tears today, except maybe for laughing so hard. You are so funny! I love the way you just KNOW we are going to scroll back up to see those eyebrows, lol. And ET is adorable in those shots (especially when he's hidden and you have to look for him), lol.
Can't wait to see more!
Can't wait to see more!
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How wonderful that you got the pictures you wanted from your photographer. I really love all the pictures: I think the tree shot may very well be my favorite too Can't wait for you to share more!!!
Oh, and be proud of those beauteous brows - I have to fill mine in with brow liner
Can't wait for you to share more!!! Oh, and be proud of those beauteous brows - I have to fill mine in with brow liner
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Thanks! It's funny how no one batted an eyelash at him. Or anything that day. People know me!
Oh my goodness, no tears today, except maybe for laughing so hard. You are so funny! I love the way you just KNOW we are going to scroll back up to see those eyebrows, lol. And ET is adorable in those shots (especially when he's hidden and you have to look for him), lol.
Can't wait to see more!
Oh, I'm so glad there was laughter! I like making people laugh. E.T. must too, because I actually had fun trying to find him in each picture as I was writing.
How wonderful that you got the pictures you wanted from your photographer. I really love all the pictures: I think the tree shot may very well be my favorite too
Oh, and be proud of those beauteous brows - I have to fill mine in with brow liner
Well, be prepared-- there are over nine hundred more pictures!
I probably won't show ALL of them. Only eight hundred ninety-nine! My eyebrows were almost double the size they are now at one point. There was one part of one that was "missing", and when I got them waxed, my make-up artist told me to make sure I let it grow in (of course, this was a week before the wedding). She filled that one section in to show me what it would look like, and it looked much better. But she missed filling it in that day. Oops.
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Thank you so much, Jennifer!!
As we were getting ready to be introduced, I got to meet one of Rob's friends. We've always talked about getting together, but he works a lot of hours, so I've never had the chance. That was a nice break from wedding craziness.
I kept telling Tamara that the music I chose for the bridal party entrance was for her. She didn't want me to spoil the surprise, so I didn't tell her what it was. Bobby was going over who was going to be introduced when, how their names were pronounced (there's a fantastic shot of Bobby with his clipboard... you can see that he writes everyone's names phonetically so he won't mess up the pronunciation). He went over Tamara's name four or five times. We were making bets about whether or not he'd mess it up. Then he reviewed what would happen during our first dance (if we felt weird, I'd give Bobby a nod, and he'd introduce the bridal party and their dates to join us on the dance floor; he actually asked about inviting the parents too, but with my dad in so much pain, I nixed that idea).
It felt like a lot of time passed at this point, but it probably was just ten minutes or so while we waited for our parents to make their way outside to get in front of everyone.
While we were waiting, Christine shot some of the excitement that was going on inside.
Well, *I* thought it was exciting. How many times do you see a box of crayons at a reception table and they're actually meant for you?
One of the items in the baskets were sticker sets. The center of the set would be the main "canvas" to work on. So it'd be a face or an animal or a fishbowl. Then the stickers around it would be a mustache, glasses, fur, or fish. I had a lot of these, so I'd say most of the baskets got maybe six to ten pages in their baskets.
Little did I realize that people would think outside the box (or sheet) and make everyone around them their "canvas"!
Everyone was wearing these stickers. Some toast glasses had them. Some tables had them. Plates. Napkins. You name it, and these stickers were everywhere. I almost wonder if this was the single most influential item in those baskets.
The Maori-looking boy above is my boss's son, Trevor. There was a concern he might be bored. I don't think he was.
She also caught more pictures of the cakes and table. Which I can't help but show, because you know how much I loved these cakes.
Our cake "artillery". Or cake killer weapons.
Neechee speeding through the reception.
I swear when I see his little face, I really do see Neechee.
I cannot wait to have that top tier. When we were trying to remove Emily from the top, cake came with her. I ate it. I admit it.
Am I the only one who thinks the painted trees look like Bob Ross paintings? They're happy trees!
Look at his face... aww...
Bobby was telling people that the little hunks of chocolate were bits of cat poop.
Love this picture.
We've had several of these around our house since we made the baskets way back when. Rob loves to play with them, especially when the cats are involved.
When it became time to start introducing everyone, the music began. It was Diamond by Klint, which is a song from the movie Snatch.
Tamara immediately turned around and looked at me and laughed. She loved it.
Parents got called in.
Then Tamara and Jeff.
Bobby pronounced her name wrong. We all won. Does a bet count if no one bets against?
Then Brendon and Sara. I think that's how it went.
Then the theme from the Kids in the Hall started, and we were introduced. I couldn't stop smiling. It's so weird walking through a crowd of people. Already, it happened twice that day, and on the third walk, it was still really strange.
There's a great picture (again one of Laura's) where Tamara is giving me the thumbs up. More than just a few people recognized the Kids in the Hall theme, and they all thought it was really cool.
Rob and I spun around. People were still cheering and clapping.
And it was like from zero to sixty in two seconds... we were laughing, and then we heard our first dance song, and suddenly, somber (somber is probably the wrong word, but we were serious and on task!).
As we were getting ready to be introduced, I got to meet one of Rob's friends. We've always talked about getting together, but he works a lot of hours, so I've never had the chance. That was a nice break from wedding craziness.
I kept telling Tamara that the music I chose for the bridal party entrance was for her. She didn't want me to spoil the surprise, so I didn't tell her what it was. Bobby was going over who was going to be introduced when, how their names were pronounced (there's a fantastic shot of Bobby with his clipboard... you can see that he writes everyone's names phonetically so he won't mess up the pronunciation). He went over Tamara's name four or five times. We were making bets about whether or not he'd mess it up. Then he reviewed what would happen during our first dance (if we felt weird, I'd give Bobby a nod, and he'd introduce the bridal party and their dates to join us on the dance floor; he actually asked about inviting the parents too, but with my dad in so much pain, I nixed that idea).
It felt like a lot of time passed at this point, but it probably was just ten minutes or so while we waited for our parents to make their way outside to get in front of everyone.
While we were waiting, Christine shot some of the excitement that was going on inside.
Well, *I* thought it was exciting. How many times do you see a box of crayons at a reception table and they're actually meant for you?
One of the items in the baskets were sticker sets. The center of the set would be the main "canvas" to work on. So it'd be a face or an animal or a fishbowl. Then the stickers around it would be a mustache, glasses, fur, or fish. I had a lot of these, so I'd say most of the baskets got maybe six to ten pages in their baskets.
Little did I realize that people would think outside the box (or sheet) and make everyone around them their "canvas"!
Everyone was wearing these stickers. Some toast glasses had them. Some tables had them. Plates. Napkins. You name it, and these stickers were everywhere. I almost wonder if this was the single most influential item in those baskets.
The Maori-looking boy above is my boss's son, Trevor. There was a concern he might be bored. I don't think he was.
She also caught more pictures of the cakes and table. Which I can't help but show, because you know how much I loved these cakes.
Our cake "artillery".
Or cake killer weapons.
Neechee speeding through the reception.
I swear when I see his little face, I really do see Neechee.
I cannot wait to have that top tier. When we were trying to remove Emily from the top, cake came with her. I ate it. I admit it.
Am I the only one who thinks the painted trees look like Bob Ross paintings? They're happy trees!
Look at his face... aww...
Bobby was telling people that the little hunks of chocolate were bits of cat poop.
Love this picture.
We've had several of these around our house since we made the baskets way back when. Rob loves to play with them, especially when the cats are involved.
When it became time to start introducing everyone, the music began. It was Diamond by Klint, which is a song from the movie Snatch.
Tamara immediately turned around and looked at me and laughed. She loved it.
Parents got called in.
Then Tamara and Jeff.
Bobby pronounced her name wrong. We all won. Does a bet count if no one bets against?
Then Brendon and Sara. I think that's how it went.
Then the theme from the Kids in the Hall started, and we were introduced. I couldn't stop smiling. It's so weird walking through a crowd of people. Already, it happened twice that day, and on the third walk, it was still really strange.
There's a great picture (again one of Laura's) where Tamara is giving me the thumbs up. More than just a few people recognized the Kids in the Hall theme, and they all thought it was really cool.
Rob and I spun around. People were still cheering and clapping.
And it was like from zero to sixty in two seconds... we were laughing, and then we heard our first dance song, and suddenly, somber (somber is probably the wrong word, but we were serious and on task!).
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Our first dance was bizarre.
I say bizarre because when you watch them in movies, the room is darkened, and a spotlight goes on the couple alone. And very similarly, in a lot of real wedding, the same thing happens. But our room had lots of windows and was bright, and everyone was standing really close to get pictures of us. We thought the whole world would go away, and it'd be just the two of us.
But it didn't feel like that.
It felt like the two of us. Plus eighty. Maybe a hundred eighty.
I kept touching his head. It wasn't just his face. It was his head. This was one of the normal touching pictures.
And this one showcases that, yes, Jennifer can clean up and have pretty nails. For two seconds.
Rob looked at me, and I swear at one point he asked, When can everyone else come out? So I went looking for Bobby, and he wasn't near his equipment. We circled. I looked for him again. He was standing right in front of me. I didn't realize he had a microphone and that he was walking around the room. So I nodded to him. He asked the bridal party to bring their dates onto the floor to dance. They obliged (the dates grudgingly!).
Though there were smiles! We have proof!
Once the dance finished, I think Bobby told us to go up and eat. Rob said he didn't want to, so Bobby started one of the tables to go to the buffet. But I told Rob we really should eat, even if we weren't hungry. So we were made to cut the line (sorry, guys!).
This was an interesting time, because people started coming up to me and telling me very interesting things. One of my coworkers came up with her boyfriend and told me that he said I looked like... I can't remember the exact term, but it was something like Laura Ingalls Wilder on crack. Which I loved. Yeah, big Little House on the Prairie fan. Read all the books, loved the show. So I thought that was great. She knew I'd like it too.
Then another coworker introduced me to her boyfriend, and the first thing he said to me was, That was sweat! I was hot and sweaty [to explain why his eyes were "wet"]. He was awesome. Apparently, since the wedding, he's really been pushing her to get married. We'll see! (I just love that the day may have sparked some deeper connections... they've been together for over twelve years and aren't married yet, so... it feels kinda magical.) She also grabbed my arm and told me she had to tell me a secret. It included expletives, though. She (cleanly) told me she loved a man who cries. So Rob, who neglected to fix her window in her office after many requests over the years, is now on her good list.
We grabbed food, and I ate it. But I barely tasted anything. It was like forcing paste down my throat. I felt like we needed to get the ball rolling, and I just didn't want to eat. But we were told that the food was delicious. Bobby recommended that we get up and start visiting tables.
I've watched people at weddings, and I don't really understand the logistics of visiting tables. How much time do you spend? I felt like we spent way too little time at each table, but we really wanted to get the show on the road, and it was tough. We felt very rushed. It wasn't any particular person, but we knew we were running over an hour late and wanted to get the dances going and have cake and whatnot.
So we very quickly visited most of our tables. Unfortunately, we missed visiting the bridal party tables, which didn't just include the bridal party but other guests. Thankfully, they stopped by our table or said good-bye to us, so we at least got to say something to them. But I felt bad. You want SO much to spend time with your friends and make everyone a priority. Even with eighty people, it was impossible to spend more than one or two minutes with everyone. And there were one or two people that I didn't even say anything to, and I felt really bad about that. But we just were never in the same place at the same time.
I say bizarre because when you watch them in movies, the room is darkened, and a spotlight goes on the couple alone. And very similarly, in a lot of real wedding, the same thing happens. But our room had lots of windows and was bright, and everyone was standing really close to get pictures of us. We thought the whole world would go away, and it'd be just the two of us.
But it didn't feel like that.
It felt like the two of us. Plus eighty. Maybe a hundred eighty.
I kept touching his head. It wasn't just his face. It was his head. This was one of the normal touching pictures.
And this one showcases that, yes, Jennifer can clean up and have pretty nails. For two seconds.
Rob looked at me, and I swear at one point he asked, When can everyone else come out? So I went looking for Bobby, and he wasn't near his equipment. We circled. I looked for him again. He was standing right in front of me. I didn't realize he had a microphone and that he was walking around the room. So I nodded to him. He asked the bridal party to bring their dates onto the floor to dance. They obliged (the dates grudgingly!).
Though there were smiles! We have proof!
Once the dance finished, I think Bobby told us to go up and eat. Rob said he didn't want to, so Bobby started one of the tables to go to the buffet. But I told Rob we really should eat, even if we weren't hungry. So we were made to cut the line (sorry, guys!).
This was an interesting time, because people started coming up to me and telling me very interesting things. One of my coworkers came up with her boyfriend and told me that he said I looked like... I can't remember the exact term, but it was something like Laura Ingalls Wilder on crack. Which I loved. Yeah, big Little House on the Prairie fan. Read all the books, loved the show. So I thought that was great. She knew I'd like it too.
Then another coworker introduced me to her boyfriend, and the first thing he said to me was, That was sweat! I was hot and sweaty [to explain why his eyes were "wet"]. He was awesome. Apparently, since the wedding, he's really been pushing her to get married. We'll see! (I just love that the day may have sparked some deeper connections... they've been together for over twelve years and aren't married yet, so... it feels kinda magical.) She also grabbed my arm and told me she had to tell me a secret. It included expletives, though.
She (cleanly) told me she loved a man who cries. So Rob, who neglected to fix her window in her office after many requests over the years, is now on her good list. We grabbed food, and I ate it. But I barely tasted anything. It was like forcing paste down my throat. I felt like we needed to get the ball rolling, and I just didn't want to eat. But we were told that the food was delicious. Bobby recommended that we get up and start visiting tables.
I've watched people at weddings, and I don't really understand the logistics of visiting tables. How much time do you spend? I felt like we spent way too little time at each table, but we really wanted to get the show on the road, and it was tough. We felt very rushed. It wasn't any particular person, but we knew we were running over an hour late and wanted to get the dances going and have cake and whatnot.
So we very quickly visited most of our tables. Unfortunately, we missed visiting the bridal party tables, which didn't just include the bridal party but other guests. Thankfully, they stopped by our table or said good-bye to us, so we at least got to say something to them. But I felt bad. You want SO much to spend time with your friends and make everyone a priority. Even with eighty people, it was impossible to spend more than one or two minutes with everyone. And there were one or two people that I didn't even say anything to, and I felt really bad about that. But we just were never in the same place at the same time.
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Some highlights, though:
- Meeting Peter, Christine's (the amateur photographer who doesn't seem so amateur) husband. I went right up to him and said, You must be Peter, because I have no idea who you are! We all got a good laugh out of that one. But I truly had no idea who he was, so by process of elimination, I figured out it was him. He was awesome. I can't go on enough about how much everyone loved him. Great dancer, excellent sense of humor, and he said some of the kindest words I heard that day.
- Seeing all the artwork that people did. Bobby told everyone that they were going to receive a prize for the most creative table AND there was going to be a coloring contest. That got everyone in the spirit. We went to the Christmas Tree Shoppes and bought a few fall decorative items for prizes. We also got a $10 gift certificate from Barnes & Noble, and that was the dance party prize. People were working SO hard to be creative. Laura's photos showcase everyone with their heads down, working. It was like the SATs. Less anxiety, I hope. The use of Play-Doh and everything else in the basket was just unprecedented. Amazing, amazing work. As far as Rob and I were concerned, every table should have won, and I wish we had prizes for everyone.
- People thanking us for inviting us. When I was in high school, I became very close to the math/sciences director. This is hilarious, because I hated math and science. But I loved him. He came to every momentous occasion in my life. He attended my high school and college graduations and the parties that followed. He's seen every adult rite of passage. So I had to invite him to the wedding. He's family. He and his wife were so touched that I seated him with my parents. But my response was, How could I not? He also is a big Snoopy fan (like me), and he wore a Snoopy tie to the wedding. Made my day. He emailed me the other day and told me the wedding was wonderfully organized. That was just the biggest gift hearing that from him.
- Seeing how happy people were, how much fun they were having.
A shot of my parents:
This is Riley.
My brother, Mike, and Vicki.
Bobby was having a rough time trying to figure out how we would judge the contests. We decided for the coloring contest that everyone would pick the best from the table and bring it up to the bride/groom table. Everyone would drop a crayon on the one they liked the best. There was a tie, I believe. Rob's sister, Michelle, won, as did my coworker, Corinne. They got their prizes and got to have their picture taken with us. Woo woo.
So that one was easy.
But the most creative table, not as much. Someone recommended that the children vote. We thought this was a great idea. We wandered around from table to table to look at the artwork. The children tended to go where their parents told them to, except for two, who opted for other tables. So every table that was voted for only got one vote.
I think this is during the voting.
This is one of the entries... my brother, Brian.
My brother's birth certificate actually said "Brain". He was a scarecrow. Or impersonating me.
Here is Paige, our friend and pet sitter, trying to bribe the children with money. Peter is in the background.
Some entries:
Remember Cooties? This is one of those. Or a recreation.
This was my coworkers' table. I noticed they stole my toss bouquet. They said it added to the presentation.
Michael explains what their entry was, while Laurie looks on (isn't that what people always write in captions when someone isn't doing anything at the moment?).
Rob's parents' table.
My lovely bridesmaids' table. They didn't work very hard.
I think this was Rob's siblings' table. This was awesome. And they spelled my name right!
I don't even remember how it was resolved.
- Meeting Peter, Christine's (the amateur photographer who doesn't seem so amateur) husband. I went right up to him and said, You must be Peter, because I have no idea who you are! We all got a good laugh out of that one. But I truly had no idea who he was, so by process of elimination, I figured out it was him. He was awesome. I can't go on enough about how much everyone loved him. Great dancer, excellent sense of humor, and he said some of the kindest words I heard that day.
- Seeing all the artwork that people did. Bobby told everyone that they were going to receive a prize for the most creative table AND there was going to be a coloring contest. That got everyone in the spirit. We went to the Christmas Tree Shoppes and bought a few fall decorative items for prizes. We also got a $10 gift certificate from Barnes & Noble, and that was the dance party prize. People were working SO hard to be creative. Laura's photos showcase everyone with their heads down, working. It was like the SATs. Less anxiety, I hope. The use of Play-Doh and everything else in the basket was just unprecedented. Amazing, amazing work. As far as Rob and I were concerned, every table should have won, and I wish we had prizes for everyone.
- People thanking us for inviting us. When I was in high school, I became very close to the math/sciences director. This is hilarious, because I hated math and science. But I loved him. He came to every momentous occasion in my life. He attended my high school and college graduations and the parties that followed. He's seen every adult rite of passage. So I had to invite him to the wedding. He's family. He and his wife were so touched that I seated him with my parents. But my response was, How could I not? He also is a big Snoopy fan (like me), and he wore a Snoopy tie to the wedding. Made my day. He emailed me the other day and told me the wedding was wonderfully organized. That was just the biggest gift hearing that from him.
- Seeing how happy people were, how much fun they were having.
A shot of my parents:
This is Riley.
My brother, Mike, and Vicki.
Bobby was having a rough time trying to figure out how we would judge the contests. We decided for the coloring contest that everyone would pick the best from the table and bring it up to the bride/groom table. Everyone would drop a crayon on the one they liked the best. There was a tie, I believe. Rob's sister, Michelle, won, as did my coworker, Corinne. They got their prizes and got to have their picture taken with us. Woo woo.
So that one was easy.
But the most creative table, not as much. Someone recommended that the children vote. We thought this was a great idea. We wandered around from table to table to look at the artwork. The children tended to go where their parents told them to, except for two, who opted for other tables. So every table that was voted for only got one vote.
I think this is during the voting.
This is one of the entries... my brother, Brian.
My brother's birth certificate actually said "Brain". He was a scarecrow. Or impersonating me.
Here is Paige, our friend and pet sitter, trying to bribe the children with money. Peter is in the background.
Some entries:
Remember Cooties? This is one of those. Or a recreation.
This was my coworkers' table. I noticed they stole my toss bouquet. They said it added to the presentation.
Michael explains what their entry was, while Laurie looks on (isn't that what people always write in captions when someone isn't doing anything at the moment?).
Rob's parents' table.
My lovely bridesmaids' table. They didn't work very hard.
I think this was Rob's siblings' table. This was awesome. And they spelled my name right!
I don't even remember how it was resolved.
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I don't even remember how it was resolved.
Once that was done (I feel like I'm cutting out so much, but it's hard for you to tell what's going on without pictures), it was time for first dances.
I chose the song Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams. I know I've explained this already, but for those of you who might just be joining... When I was younger (probably around twelve or thirteen), we went to a neighbor's wedding (odd anecdote... the place where the reception was has had many incarnations... it was a reception hall, a funeral home, AND a restaurant... I believe there's a Pizzeria Uno there now). My father kept asking me to dance. I was too cool, so I didn't want to dance with my father. He kept asking me to go, and I didn't want to. That song came on, and I don't know how it happened, if my mom made me or what, but I finally went up and dance with my dad.
He told me that he wanted to dance to this song with me because he wanted me to know he'd do anything for me. So I took that info, stored it in my head, and told myself whenever I got married, this would be the song we'd dance to.
Four or five months before the wedding, my mom asked me to dance to some Tim McGraw song. I flat out said no. She was taken aback that I wouldn't dance to this song with him because she told me it made him cry, and he always thought of me when he heard it.
Then I told her that story.
She started to cry.
I got her blessing.
When we started dancing, I told him the story.
As I was finishing up the story, he pulled away from me to look at me. Christine caught this fantastic picture. This was when the story clicked, and he remembered the moment.
He was so moved by my reason.
I don't really remember the words he said to me at that moment, but I knew he loved what I said.
I told him anytime he was ready to sit down, we could stop. Bobby and I had already worked out cues because we knew he wouldn't be able to last long.
He asked me if I was sure, and I said, Of course. I wanted him comfortable.
He said a few parting words... and again, I can't remember. He must have told me he loved me, and I think he apologized again for not being able to stay up.
I helped him to his chair, and What a Wonderful World began.
I had a hard time picking this song. I didn't want a song that everyone else had used. But Rob didn't have any songs from his childhood that reminded him of his mom or that they shared as something meaningful.
But his mom is a huge lover of nature (as is Rob), and this song is all about nature, so I figured it fit more than anything else out there.
I think it worked.
She actually didn't remember what they danced to... we had talked about it last weekend, and we had to tell her. I think she was too busy being happy to listen to the music. Rob's like that too.
Once that was done (I feel like I'm cutting out so much, but it's hard for you to tell what's going on without pictures), it was time for first dances.
I chose the song Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams. I know I've explained this already, but for those of you who might just be joining... When I was younger (probably around twelve or thirteen), we went to a neighbor's wedding (odd anecdote... the place where the reception was has had many incarnations... it was a reception hall, a funeral home, AND a restaurant... I believe there's a Pizzeria Uno there now). My father kept asking me to dance. I was too cool, so I didn't want to dance with my father. He kept asking me to go, and I didn't want to. That song came on, and I don't know how it happened, if my mom made me or what, but I finally went up and dance with my dad.
He told me that he wanted to dance to this song with me because he wanted me to know he'd do anything for me. So I took that info, stored it in my head, and told myself whenever I got married, this would be the song we'd dance to.
Four or five months before the wedding, my mom asked me to dance to some Tim McGraw song. I flat out said no. She was taken aback that I wouldn't dance to this song with him because she told me it made him cry, and he always thought of me when he heard it.
Then I told her that story.
She started to cry.
I got her blessing.
When we started dancing, I told him the story.
As I was finishing up the story, he pulled away from me to look at me. Christine caught this fantastic picture. This was when the story clicked, and he remembered the moment.
He was so moved by my reason.
I don't really remember the words he said to me at that moment, but I knew he loved what I said.
I told him anytime he was ready to sit down, we could stop. Bobby and I had already worked out cues because we knew he wouldn't be able to last long.
He asked me if I was sure, and I said, Of course. I wanted him comfortable.
He said a few parting words... and again, I can't remember. He must have told me he loved me, and I think he apologized again for not being able to stay up.
I helped him to his chair, and What a Wonderful World began.
I had a hard time picking this song. I didn't want a song that everyone else had used. But Rob didn't have any songs from his childhood that reminded him of his mom or that they shared as something meaningful.
But his mom is a huge lover of nature (as is Rob), and this song is all about nature, so I figured it fit more than anything else out there.
I think it worked.
She actually didn't remember what they danced to... we had talked about it last weekend, and we had to tell her. I think she was too busy being happy to listen to the music. Rob's like that too.
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Jennifer, you did it again!!! I'm crying reading about your wedding. All your photos are so beautiful. Loved the story about your song with your dad. Didn't see ET in these pics, was he hiding (or I wasnt' looking to well), lol.
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Aww, sorry, Patty!
E.T. spent the rest of the day on our sweetheart table, being regal. Well, as regal as E.T. could be!
Thanks, Diane! We're very proud of the cakes.
I forgot to show this picture the other day. Bobby was holding one of the coloring contest entries.
You know, I didn't mention the toasts, but I don't know when they happened.
Both best men had written their own speeches, thinking they were going to give the toast. When they found that out, they both opted to give a toast.
My ladies did not. Though I heard they were worried once both Jeff and Brendon went up that I would be upset they didn't love me enough. I honestly didn't mind.
The speeches were brief and nice. I can't remember what Jeff said, but I do remember that Brendon commented how a year or two ago, it was close to Thanksgiving, and we invited him over for a turkey. Then, a few days later, we invited him over for a completely new turkey. He thought it was nice that we would involve him in that and how nice it was that we liked to cook. Or something like that. He also mentioned how much fun he had making kitty cupcakes with me. We're all about food!
After our dances with our parents, we knew the scary time came. As soon as the song from the Muppets started, I stiffened.
I did not want to be a murderer.
It was much easier to cut into the bridal shower cake because that one didn't have creatures on it. It wasn't a living, breathing hiking trail.
Okay, maybe this wasn't either, but it was still incredibly difficult.
A lot of people keep saying to me, HOW did you cut into it?! How COULD you? Hey, it's not easy, but I knew that I could remove the cats, and if we didn't cut into it, it'd be cake gone to waste, and I wasn't going to have that.
So I begrudgingly headed over to the cake.
Rob is the almighty slicer. I generally should not be trusted with knives. If I successfully cut something, I will most definitely cut myself while cleaning the knife (as evidenced when we had our wedding photo party at work... we brought the grooms cake in, and I cut myself while trying to clean the knife... it's like I think it suddenly isn't sharp when it's cleaning time). So I kinda wanted him to cut.
I was the one who put my hands on top of his. He picked a spot and cut into it. It was the almond cake/amaretto buttercream/chocolate fudge truffle layer.
It was quite tasty.
I don't remember what we did at the bridal shower... I want to say we fed it to each other with a fork. We definitely did it at the wedding. I was told by several it was the first they had ever seen it happen like that.
I don't think either of us even considered feeding by hand because the buttercream (especially the part we cut into) was colored, and we would have had black and blue fingers. My dress was dirty enough. I didn't want to spread the dirtiness.
Rob and I ate more cake. Then I think I got the first and only drink (a sprite) we had the entire reception.
While we were eating the cake, Bobby started a game to get the dance floor open. I can't remember exactly how it worked, but people at each table gave money, and it went around the table, and whomever had the money when he said Stop would be the table captain. They were responsible for naming who was wildest at the table. Then that person brought us the money (we made $85! Wait a minute. There were nine tables!! Who's the cheap one?!). Then he played the theme song to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and called everyone out to the deck.
E.T. spent the rest of the day on our sweetheart table, being regal. Well, as regal as E.T. could be!
Thanks, Diane! We're very proud of the cakes.
I forgot to show this picture the other day. Bobby was holding one of the coloring contest entries.
You know, I didn't mention the toasts, but I don't know when they happened.
Both best men had written their own speeches, thinking they were going to give the toast. When they found that out, they both opted to give a toast.
My ladies did not. Though I heard they were worried once both Jeff and Brendon went up that I would be upset they didn't love me enough. I honestly didn't mind.
The speeches were brief and nice. I can't remember what Jeff said, but I do remember that Brendon commented how a year or two ago, it was close to Thanksgiving, and we invited him over for a turkey. Then, a few days later, we invited him over for a completely new turkey. He thought it was nice that we would involve him in that and how nice it was that we liked to cook. Or something like that. He also mentioned how much fun he had making kitty cupcakes with me. We're all about food!
After our dances with our parents, we knew the scary time came. As soon as the song from the Muppets started, I stiffened.
I did not want to be a murderer.
It was much easier to cut into the bridal shower cake because that one didn't have creatures on it. It wasn't a living, breathing hiking trail.
Okay, maybe this wasn't either, but it was still incredibly difficult.
A lot of people keep saying to me, HOW did you cut into it?! How COULD you? Hey, it's not easy, but I knew that I could remove the cats, and if we didn't cut into it, it'd be cake gone to waste, and I wasn't going to have that.
So I begrudgingly headed over to the cake.
Rob is the almighty slicer. I generally should not be trusted with knives. If I successfully cut something, I will most definitely cut myself while cleaning the knife (as evidenced when we had our wedding photo party at work... we brought the grooms cake in, and I cut myself while trying to clean the knife... it's like I think it suddenly isn't sharp when it's cleaning time). So I kinda wanted him to cut.
I was the one who put my hands on top of his. He picked a spot and cut into it. It was the almond cake/amaretto buttercream/chocolate fudge truffle layer.
It was quite tasty.
I don't remember what we did at the bridal shower... I want to say we fed it to each other with a fork. We definitely did it at the wedding. I was told by several it was the first they had ever seen it happen like that.
I don't think either of us even considered feeding by hand because the buttercream (especially the part we cut into) was colored, and we would have had black and blue fingers. My dress was dirty enough. I didn't want to spread the dirtiness.
Rob and I ate more cake. Then I think I got the first and only drink (a sprite) we had the entire reception.
While we were eating the cake, Bobby started a game to get the dance floor open. I can't remember exactly how it worked, but people at each table gave money, and it went around the table, and whomever had the money when he said Stop would be the table captain. They were responsible for naming who was wildest at the table. Then that person brought us the money (we made $85! Wait a minute. There were nine tables!! Who's the cheap one?!). Then he played the theme song to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and called everyone out to the deck.
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