let’s get married in a big cathedral by a priest

September 8, 2008 at 11:41 am (Holy Squirrel Batman!, Uncategorized, white wedding) (, , , )

I’m taking a quick break from the eight hundred million things I have to do in the next five days to write about a few of them. It keeps me sane, like doing the dishes and looking at my backyard. Sometimes a girls just gotta blog about it…

Michael is still immobile, four more days. He is starting to be able to see things better as fluid is now replacing the jelly that was in his eye.

Yesterday Rica and I went to Linvilla Farms and purchased $220 worth of pumpkins. It was actually $250 but they gave us a discount. This is what that much money in pumpkins looks like.

They thought we were trying to steal them at first. Then I got to drive on the hayride back road. That was cool. We ate cider donuts and I bought a squirrely from the farmer’s market.

Once home I tested the spray paint on the orange pumpkins. It’s sort of magical.

The delivery people have been making me smile lately. Last week they delivered my squirrel topiary, Michael’s custom Chuck Taylor’s and today, just now as I was typing this, I got our cake topper designed by Middleburg on Etsy.com It is amazing!!!

And now it’s back to the reality of seating charts and playlists and menus and flower arrangements and programs and every little tiny detail that this wedding shindig requires. Cross your fingers for sunshine.

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I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.

September 4, 2008 at 11:30 pm (Attempts at Adulthood) (, , , )

EWWWWWWWW.

This blog is a break from the Nova Scotia journals as I am getting married in count them, nine days, ah, ah, ah.

But…

In order to make our almost married lives more interesting Michael had to have surgery on his eyeball today. They had to remove the jelly part of his eye and then insert a gas bubble in order to heal his torn retina. It will take seven days of him laying on his left side for 55 minutes of every hour to heal. This means that he physically can not help prepare for our mostly DIY wedding. This means I can’t even yell at him when he doesn’t help. Awesome. No pressure.

We’ve been taking turns wallowing in self pity. We spent twelve hours at the eyeball hospital today. The anesthesiologist was a total dick to him and said, “I see you win the idiot of the week award”. Them’s fighting words, so he said, “I wasn’t fucking playing paintball”. Now is where I should go into why Michael had to make this declaration.

At his bachelor party on Saturday night, well sort of on the way to the bachelor party, which sort of was the bachelor party, Spano managed to accidentally shoot Mike’s eye out by shooting a paintball via a slingshot at a car that had a miniscule amount of window open. The paintball made it through the cracked window and directly into the side of Mike’s right eye. It did not burst, luckily, but it did do all sorts of damage to his eye, hence the surgery. So he spent his bachelor party in the ER. Doh. My poor baby. And he’ll spend the week before his wedding getting all gross and stinky and hairy on our couch. So yeah. Awesome.

Oh and I checked the forecast for our day, rain. Awesome.

I guess it’s a good time to mention that I broke a mirror on day four of our motorcycle trip. Stay tuned.

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