Guest post from: Winston Stewart

My friends and I enjoy getting together and often take turns trying to outdo each other with the most outlandish party themes. The best one so far has been the bridesmaids party. My friend kate had the idea and we had a blast. When the movie Bridesmaids came out on her, she set the plan in motion. All the ladies and fellas were instructed to dress up in the ladies old bridesmaid dresses to come over and view the movie. Although many of us had already seen the movie in the theater, it was definitely funny enough to watch again. Not to mention the hilarity of seeing everyone in their fabulous fashions. After the movie we had a fashion show where everyone got an opportunity to strut their stuff on a homemade catwalk. Prizes were given for the ugliest dress as well as the most ill-fitting. You can imagine who that went to—one of the bigger men stuffed into his much smaller wife’s cotton candy pink taffeta!

First home

Post contributed by Hilton Miranda

I am finally a homeowner! I can’t express in words how exciting this is for me. I have always wanted to own my own place and now I finally do. I could not have done it without the help of my big sister. Let me be a little more specific: my big sister in the sorority. She has done so much for me. I don’t even know where to begin. She flew up and helped me with everything. She helped me find a great mortgage company. She interviewed different Richmond home security companies. She even made me a cheat sheet about homeownership. She did so much and I will be forever grateful. There were times in college when I wondered if sorority life was for me. Then I look back at all the fun and friends I made through the sorority and realize it was the best decision of my life. There have been a lot of times when I have felt lost, but one of my sorority friends was always there to comfort me. I am one lucky girl!

More Bridal Shower Goodness

George: And here we have the living area, where we does our living. And here we have the dining area, where we does our dining. And through this door is the kitchen area–
Louise: Where we does our kitchening. -All in the Family

Guest Blogger:

I don’t know if you guys loved DG’s bridal shower post as much as I did, but I thought it was adorable, and it looked like so much fun! I think Couple Wife did a wonderful job with so many creative ideas, such as the hand-painted wine glasses and the pin-up photo of Match was a hilarious touch.
While DG enjoys her vacation with Match, I thought that maybe you guys might like to see another bridal shower, just to get some more wedding-related eye candy. This past weekend, while on a family vacation in San Diego, I attended my future sister-in-law Tiffany’s bridal shower along with my mum, my aunt, and her bridesmaids and mum.
Look at all the amazing food that Tiffany’s mom, Linda, and her Maid of Honor Christine cooked! My favorite was the platter on the lower right—it was like Caprese salad, but instead of basil, it consisted of tomato, mozzarella, and avocado drizzled with balsamic. It was such a delicious and California-inspired variation on what is probably my favorite salad. Oh, and all those bottles of wine and champagne on the counter? Yeah…we went through all of
those. And then some.
The favors that Christine got for the girls who attended the party were these sterling silver wine stoppers, with little hearts on top. Aren’t they super cute? Tiffany loves wine so it was a nice nod to her and who couldn’t use them? Unless, of course, you love wine so much that you don’t have a problem with finishing off a bottle once you open it!
As you can see above, Christine had a great idea of framing “instructions” at all the little stations she had set up so that the guests could either participate in little games or leave something special for Tiffany. The stations that I didn’t get to take pictures of included a stack of super cute, pre-printed recipe cards (the shower was culinary themed) on which we all wrote recipes
for the soon-to-be newlyweds and placed them in a personalized cookbook that Christine had made up. Another really great idea of Christine’s was to have each guest write her name and address on an envelope to make mailing the thank you notes easier, but with a fun twist—each girl got to drop her name into a bag and then Christine would hold a drawing and give prizes to
whosever name was drawn! Isn’t that a fun, yet practical, idea? I really liked this special touch. Christine had Tiffany and my brother Brian’s engagement
picture framed and asked us to all sign the frame with a special message for them. It was a nice souvenir for Tiffany to keep, and I bet she’ll hang it up in their new house. I wrote that I was excited to be her sister. (Speaking of that, Tiffany’s brother and sister are named Scott and Michelle. I also have a brother Scott, and I am, of course, Michelle. Isn’t that bizarre?)
Tiffany had a blast opening her culinary-themed presents. I had gotten her a really nice silverware set intended to be used for holidays and special occasions. It came in a polished wood case with felt lining and everything. Unfortunately, after shipping it across the country, this is what it looked like:
Thankfully Tiffany is super sweet so she just laughed and hugged me anyways. She really loved the gift. (But of course, as soon as she moved on to the next one I snuck over and assembled them in their correct positions. I was so embarrassed at how awfully they looked!) Though a culinary-themed shower isn’t nearly as giggle-inducing as, say, a lingerie-themed one, there were still some silly moments and even sillier gifts. For example, one of Tiffany’s
bridesmaids, Katie, included this little number in her gift:
We all got a pretty good laugh out of the gift, especially when my aunt, who had had many glasses of champagne, suggested she could get double the use out of it by wearing it backwards! I think Tiffany definitely blushed after that one! I think every good shower needs silly, even embarrassing moments like that one—just like DG’s moment with Match’s butt in front of his mom. Our moms used to be giggly twentysomethings, too! Christine had a lot of cute games planned, such as Bridal Pictionary, but in the end the hours had
flown by and before we knew it, we were packing up the food and sending it home with the girls.
In a way, I felt sad that Christine didn’t get to do all the things she had undoubtedly put so much time into planning but I was also happy for Tiffany that her shower was so organic and relaxed that we didn’t need to rely on games for socialization. I suppose every shower has its own feel—though, personally, when my best friend throws mine for me in a few years I want games and giggles and blushing!
I hope you guys enjoyed taking a peek at my future sister-in-law’s bridal shower! She and DG are getting married quite close together and I wish both of them the best of luck and give them both my love!

Friends Don’t Let Friends Eat Onions on Their Wedding Day

Ted: Wow, thanks for being so cool about this ’cause you know Claudia said…
Stuart: Yeah, yeah, yeah… This morning at the rehearsal, Claudia called our 7-year-old flower girl a whore. So, don’t take it personally, she’s just a little stressed. –How I Met Your Mother

Guest blogger:
Diary of B

A few months ago Date Girl did a little guest posting for me while I was on my honeymoon, so I thought it would be fun to pay back the favor. In honor of her upcoming wedding, I thought I could talk a little bit about my own wedding. I hope you guys enjoy, and thanks to Date Girl for allowing me to hijack her blog!

Wedding planning is like an emotional roller coaster. It is exciting! It is stressful! One minute you are celebrating, and the next minute you are on the floor crying over seating charts and having to glue 50 billion rhinestones on your invitations. OK so I wasn’t the type of bride to have a wedding involving seating charts or rhinestone invitations, but the point still stands.

Wedding planning can turn even the most calm, level-headed lady into a “Bridezilla.” Although I never became a bridezilla, I just didn’t have the meanness in me. But I did turn into a little bit of a Cry-zilla and a whole lot of a Panic-zilla. Here is a list of my top freak-out moments. It may be best that I tell you now that I am a highly neurotic person and a complete worry wart.

Four Months till the Wedding:

My fiancé Adam and I are at our friends’ house to drop off some items that we had burrowed. These friends happen to be a charming gay couple who apparently know much more about wedding planning than I do. They proceed to innocently quiz me on my wedding plans, but it makes me feel like I am facing a firing squad. They ask me about my wedding colors. At that point, I had only picked one color and didn’t plan on having two. But their suggestion that I should have two colors sent me into a blind panic. And even though Adam and I didn’t get home that night until after midnight, he wasn’t allowed to go to bed until after we had decided on our second color. I was convinced my wedding would be terrible and that the world would end if we didn’t find the perfect color to match clover green before the morning.

Three Months till the Wedding:

It is time to register for stuff, a.k.a wedding gifts. I’ve always wanted to register for wedding gifts (those price guns get me all kinds of excited), but when I walk into the store I am overwhelmed by all the choices. I’ve never been good at making choices. Now I am being forced to decide which waffle maker would be best for us. And I feel like if I chose the wrong waffle maker, there could be dire consequences. And what about those cork screws, do we even need a cork screw? If I don’t register for a cork screw will the people looking at our registry think we’re not sophisticated because we obviously don’t drink wine? But if we add the corkscrew will people think we have a drinking problem? And if I just ignore the home appliances and run straight to the clothing section will they think I am selfish because it is not a present for 'us'. Even worse, I actually request some sexy lingerie which is technically for 'us', and they all think I have a sex problem? Or maybe a greedy bride! And Holy Wedding Gifts, Batman! If people buy us all these gifts we will have no room for them in our tiny house. The boxes of stuff will pile up, and we will never be able to move because we won’t be able to get out from under all our stuff. And when we have children, they will get lost in the maze of boxes that has become our life. We won’t be able to give away, toss, or sell any of the stuff because they were gifts and that would be rude! So one day you would be watching me on that show Hoarders. At this point in the thought process, I turned to Adam and said, “Can we leave now? The thought of all this stuff is suffocating me!”

Two Months till the Wedding:

I am flying to my hometown in Alabama because my friends are throwing me a bridal shower. I decide to bring my wedding dress with me, so my mom can just bring it to the wedding, and I wouldn’t have so much to travel with when my wedding rolled around. I board my first flight, hang up my dress in the garment closet, and go to take my seat in coach. After glaring at the lucky ducks in first class, I discover that for some reason my seat actually does not exist. Not that someone is sitting in my seat; it is just non-existent! The flight attendant tells me to talk to the front desk lady, so I de-board the plane and the front desk lady informs me they switched planes due to mechanical problems, and I got bumped. She wants to put me on a different flight, which is fine by me, but my dress is still on the plane! They are not allowing me to re-board the plane as a security measure. Don’t they understand that I’m not a terrorist threat, just a very anxious bride-to-be? I am tearing up and they are trying to contact the flight attendant. There are many tense minutes, and I’m just picturing my dress ending up in some airport’s lost and found. But then like a ray of light sent form heaven above, the flight attendant emerges with my dress. I wanted to ask her where she hid her angel wings.

One Month till the Wedding:

I have just confirmed how many people are coming to the wedding. I have about 90 guests and the venue can only hold about 100. One morning I get a call from my grandmother and she asks if she can give out an open invitation to all of her friends in her Christian sorority. There are about 70 people in her sorority. This means that even if just 11 of her friends decide to attend, we are in trouble. But what am I supposed to do? Tell my grandmother she can’t invite the fellow members of her blue-haired ladies club? Yeah right. So I tell my grandma to invite them all to the wedding, and also let them know to feel free to fill up on second and third helpings of our already paid-per-head dinner! OK so I really didn’t say that, but I thought it.

One Week till the Wedding:

I am getting all my wedding stuff packed and my veils have pulled a disappearing act. I have torn through my house like a Texas tornado, and I still can’t find it. I’m on the verge of a complete supernova meltdown. I call my mom and make her search through her entire house to see if I left it there. She doesn’t find it. I am now officially hyperventilating. Next, I call my poor grandmother and send her on a wild goose chase around her house (hey, that is what happens to grandmothers who invite 100 of their nearest and dearest friends to your wedding). She doesn’t find it, and my supernova meltdown begins. I am a freak-out mess, I can’t afford new veils! My mom keeps telling me to call the bridal store and see if they will give me some replacement veils. I think her idea is ridiculous, it is my fault I lost it, but I call anyway. Only to find I left my veils at the store three months earlier during a fitting. The bag had been sitting on the floor in the alteration room the whole time with my NAME and NUMBER on it. Couldn’t they have given a girl a phone call?

The Day of the Wedding:

It is two o’clock in the afternoon, and I am hanging with my bridesmaids while they get their hair done. I make the comment that I had been so busy running around all day, that I hadn’t eaten anything. My bridesmaids insist that I have to eat something, so they run down to Sonic and buy me a burger. I don’t think twice about my burger having onions on it, until I get to our venue and my mom tells me I smell like onions. Now all I can think about is how I’m going to be the girl smelling of onions on her wedding day. And in the words of Darleen from the movie The Little Rascals, I say burping onions on your wedding day is just, “So Romantical.” What kinds of bridesmaids don’t protect you from onions? I’m chalking this one up to an act of bridesmaid sabotage. By the way, I took a shower, so I was onion free on my wedding day. That made my day much more romantical.

I wanted to finish this post by wishing you a wonderful wedding day. Here’s a toast to your marriage being filled with more days that you want to hug each other, than days you want to kill each other.

Fear of RSVP Cards

So, like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, “What about the strain on our resources?” Well, it’s like when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. ’cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that, like, did not R.S.V.P. I was, like, totally buggin.’ I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion, may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much. -Cher, Clueless

Hi Everybody!! I’m E from over at Adventures Of Starting Over.

When Date Girl asked if anyone could guest blog while she was gone I had to say yes seeing as she has been so nice as to guest blog for me before [and probably will again in the near future when my Marine gets back from Deployment…. she just doesn’t know it yet 🙂 ].

Both Date Girl and I are currently planning weddings so what better topic to cover in today’s post.

When it comes to weddings it all boils down to a simple fact: all brides are different.

And even though they are all different they all have one common goal, they want their wedding to be perfect and unique.

Date Girl and I are both Virgos and usually joke about our Virgo tendencies of organization and over annal planning tendencies. Mix those qualities in with planning a wedding and you would think you had a bridezilla on your hands.

But that has not been the case…… yet (there’s still time for the transformation to take place).

In planning though I’ve realized that my Virgo skills have left me high and dry. Where Date Girl is counting every RSVP card, I’m the type of bride that won’t even send out RSVP cards because they scare me.

Scared???!!! Of an RSVP card, you ask.

I know. I’m strange.

But hear me out. You receive an invitation months in advance. You are asked to return it saying whether you will attend or not at some set date within a few months. I’m not a mind reader…. what if I say yes but then something comes up and I can’t attend? Then they have paid for my seat when in reality it will be empty.

Or what if I decline and then turns out I could have went but can’t because I already said I wouldn’t be coming?

See the thought of a RSVP card gives me instant anxiety.

What if I make the wrong decision??

So I at this point I don’t plan on sending RSVP cards out….. I say that now but my wedding isn’t until May so I could change my mind. When inviting people I will already know a rough count of who will come and who probably won’t.

The more the merrier.

Maybe I’m being too laid back? Perhaps.

Hopefully my next guest post won’t be about my bridesmaids tying me up because I went all bridezilla at the last moment.  🙂

Tell us your wedding stories!! Do you fear RSVP cards? What was your bridezilla moment when planning??