Southern Wedding

My good pal Crackhouse Nicki sent me this picture... It's her idea of a traditional Southern Wedding.

And people wonder why I don't want to get married here in Columbus.

But back to Nicki... I don't know where she finds this stuff. Until she sent me this picture, I was considering asking her to be a bridesmaid. But now I'm not so sure. Looks like Zoe might have to wear that little blue dress after all. Maybe my little sister Keiko (a white Akita) will have to don the taffeta, too.

By the way, Crackhouse Nicki's brother, Buddha (Real name Brian), will be on Discovery Channel's Biker Build-Off this Saturday at 6pm (ET). His episode already aired this Tuesday, but we didn't find out until too late-- so this time, we've set the TiVo. Hear that, Buddha? You're as high a priority as Jack Bauer and Sydney Bristoe.

The Case of the Disappearing Comments

Sorry if you've commented recently on this site... I've switched my comments server from Blogger, to Haloscan, back to blogger in the last couple weeks. I lost some comments in the process. I swear, the comments will work now. Really. You may comment freely.

A Crooner's Crisis

Note: This is also posted @ my site, but I'm posting it here as well for a little help from my friends. You may proceed.

A Little Help, People...

I'm standing up at my brother Casey's wedding as his best man in May. Most of you don't know my brother, but just envision the coolest guy on earth and that should be good.

Anyway, I'm also singing at the reception for his dance with our Mom. (Touching, I know...)

What I need is some help picking out a song to sing for their dance. I'm leaning toward Elton John, since my mom loves him. Any suggestions? I could really use your help with this, dear reader, as I'm kinda stuck choosing something.

Plus, if anyone has another suggestion that they would like to throw out, I'm cool with that. Stuff by Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, plus any other old standards...your help is more than welcome.

Come on, help a brother out....and mine, too.

You can post any suggestions you have in the comments below, or email me.

Thanks for your help, everyone!

Bridesmaid Blues

I've often pondered what I should do about my bridesmaid situation. Sure, it's a little early to start worrying about this, considering we haven't even set a date yet, but it's never too early to stress out about your wedding, right?

I only have a very small handful of female friends, and if we get married somewhere outside of the Midwest, I don't know how available they would be to take a week of their lives and waste it on me.

Well, I think my dilemma may have been solved by an enterprising young woman in Manchester, U.K.

From the BBC website: Pet dog walks bride up the aisle
"The three-year-old [collie] will even be dressed in a pink frilly dress and bonnet for the service"

Of course, that got me wondering... How would Zoe look in a blue taffeta gown?

Now I just need to find a reception hall that serves Purina.

To the Book Depository!!

I saw this at the Columbus Library's website and thought it would tickle your fancy.

Fueling your Bridezilla urges,
The Groom

Oh, The Humanity

Tragedy strikes Columbus, Georgia.

Are you sitting down? Good. I have terrible news:
The bridal shop near our apartment has gone out of business.

Believe it or not, I've actually been in that shop... not to feed my current raging wedding obsession, but to get measured for my bridesmaid's dress in Crackhouse Nicki's wedding. And now it's gone. It's probably my fault for not getting married sooner.

The good news? Fewer bridal salons, less temptation for my raging, psycho inner bride.

The Sportslady's Transformation

It's been one month, six days, twenty-three hours, and fifty minutes since Cory proposed to me. In that time, I've undergone a transformation...

from mild-mannered single woman...
...to neurotic future bride.

Ok, maybe I was never that mild-mannered. But there has been a definite transformation. Suddenly, I'm obsessed with all things bridal. I constantly bend Cory's ear with inane questions like "If the bridesmaids wear cobalt blue dresses, what color shoes should they wear?"

For the record, the wedding date hasn't even been set yet. We're tossing around the idea of "in about two years," but that's as specific as we've gotten.

I'm attempting to compartmentalize my recent wedding-related obsession. I bought a nice flowery box to store my growing collection of bridal magazines (out of sight, out of mind). And now, I've started this separate blog, so that my normal blog readers won't be subjected to my delusions.

And now, an apology. To all of my married (and divorced) friends: Remember all those times you told me about your wedding plans, and my eyes glazed over with disinterest? I'm sorry. Really, really, really sorry. And any advice you want to give me now, I'm more than willing to take.

Please???