More Wedding Pictures!

We still haven't taken the film in from our 'official' pictures (taken by our close and very talented friend Carlos), but here's a few more pics, borrowed from our flickr group pool...

*Those are my shoes under my chair...the ground was soggy and I wanted to be able to change out of my uber hot navy heels.

That's our signature 'book,' a canvas with the tree from our invites printed on it. Guests' thumbprints and signatures are the leaves. *Idea blatantly stolen from here.

We didn't have the budget for a photographer and ran short on time and money for the diy photo booth, so we borrowed the idea from 2000 Dollar Wedding and just asked everyone to upload their photos to the pool. I think you have to join the group to be able to see everyone's photos, and we haven't told all of our guests that there's a hub to view and upload, so check back soon or subscribe to the RSS if you want to keep updated. Someone we don't even know has already made our 'arriving by bike' pic a favorite. It's one of ours, too! :)

Halloween Shmalloween

I must be getting old. Normally, Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year - mostly because my birthday's two days later so I grew up with (and try to continue) Halloween-themed birthday parties.

But this year we were exhausted and I'd been hit broadside by some sort of bug. So we did the bah humbug route (can you say that in relation to Halloween?), bought some candy and sat on the couch drinking red wine and watching a stupid Halloween movie. We couldn't even muster up the strength to get a real freakin' Halloween movie for cryin' out loud. Have you ever seen Hostel? Here's a tip: don't. And don't especially while eating a chicken burrito. Just sayin'.

Last Halloween we were stuck at the farm, burning the midnight oil to get ready for our (unbeknownst to us at the time) last farmers market (our last one selling cheese, anyway). Man, what a wild year it's been!

I'll leave you with a link to my grandma's blog. Her post was the first thing I read Halloween morning, and the picture that she chose pretty much solidified my belief that I have the coolest grandma in the world.

So... Married, Huh?

I am married. I'm married! It was the most perfect, beautiful, relaxed, love-filled day I have ever, EVER experienced.

I don't know where to start, really...from the love of friends and family that helped it all come together, to the incredible food, to how amazingly incredibly *US* it all was... so I'll just post a few pics and then I'll organize my thoughts. K? K.


We rode in on a tandem to Barry Louis Parker's "All I Want is You" (from the Juno soundtrack)Honestly. Never happier in my life. And no daytime celebration is complete without beermosas. A surprising hit.

We're still organizing and grouping photos, but you can see the rest from this set here. :)

So...

I'm getting married in 5 days. Right after the remnants of a typhoon smack the area with at least 2 inches of rain. But whatever, right? We rented the barn on the site property just in case. How'd we get to be such responsible adults? Scary.

We've had a lot going on, obviously, putting this shindig on ourselves. We're trading our marketing services for catering, which rocks with the budget but also makes time a little scarce. I'm so happy we're doing this now, but I really wish we could have invited everyone we initially wanted to (the list made its way to about 350 people). Budget and space sort of dictated we keep it confined to immediate family and close friends, but our backup plan is to have a huge, kickass party and invite everyone we want when we get our own farm (the planning of which will pick up again right after the wedding).

Anyway, sorry for being MIA, but I'll regroup and recap in, say, 10 days or so? Eh? Wish us luck!

I Get Comedy...

With our ill-timed Netflix returns leaving us with nothing to watch on a Sunday evening, I was told to pick the evening's entertainment from our horde of DVDs. I was tired and a bit mopey and not really feelin' what our cache had to offer, until I stumbled upon what I consider to be my Holy Grail of depth-of-doldrums salvation: The first Season of Cartoon Network's Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law.
As I leaned back in the couch, simultaneously wiping laugh-tears from my eyes and clutching my abdomen, reciting the classic lines like, "X, the Eliminator, the Eliminator the EliminaTORRRR!" and Dr. Reducto's, "Your pimento is slipping," I gave John one of those "eh?" faces that you give someone when you're sharing in comedic gold. Only, it appeared this uproar was alll on this side of the couch. He gave me a shrug.

"I just don't think I ever got Harvey Birdman," he said. "I'm not sure why people think it's so funny."

Hm.
I see.
Well.

This from a man who claims to "get comedy" (and even goes so far as to assert that comedy "gets" him). And so it appears a dilemma has arisen. My choices seem to be:

A. Fall even more madly in love with a man who patiently sits through an entire disc of cartoon episodes he doesn't thoroughly enjoy, just to ensure my happiness.

B. Haul our happy selves to some pre-marital counseling stat before all hell breaks loose! I mean, come on! You think you know someone!