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Richard and I have finally finished planning our much-delayed honeymoon and are now scheduled to depart in mid-March for England and then Spain.

The honeymoon itself was delayed due to the fact that we had out-of-state and out-of-country visitors in town for the wedding and wanted to spend time with them, since they’d traveled all that way to see us.   Richard’s poor brother alone traveled for fifty (50!!!) hours straight to get to miserable old Houston for the wedding, stopping on three different continents along his way (see: ways not to travel to Houston from Perth).  Then there was the whole hands-on aspect of the wedding itself (pfft…who needs a wedding planner?), which necessitated a lot of actual work on my part — both before and after — and wasn’t conducive to just jetting off somewhere afterwards.

So, here we are, two and half months later, and we’ve finally booked all of our flights and hotels and rental cars and have even started scouring stores for some good boots for me to trek around the frozen tundra of northern England in.  Here’s the itinerary:

March 21:  Depart Houston for Manchester.  Arrive nearly fourteen hours later, delirious from airplane-induced claustrophobia and possibly escorted by air marshals after slapping parents of small children who are misbehaving.  Go immediately to pub for drink.

March 22:  Adjust to massive time difference while learning to drive on wrong side of road; will send pictures of ensuing wreckage for all to enjoy.  After crashing car, take train from Alderley Edge (where we’ll be bunking down in Richard’s parents’ country home — sans parents, of course) into Manchester city centre and take in the sights.

March 23 – 25:  Trundle around England by car, train or foot, visiting assorted friends in Chester and Macclesfield.  Tour The Theatre of Dreams and surrounding Trafford Centre.  Drink lots and lots of lager.  Find and eat an entire wedge of Stilton.  Have proper doner kebab and chip-shop curry, preferably late at night after tastebuds have been numbed by Boddington’s.  Visit Richard’s grammar school and grumble while he tells me about its founding in 1502 and how I “don’t know what old really means.”  Sit by some roaring fires.  Amuse people with my heavy Texas accent.  Tour stately homes.  Go shopping for English groceries to smuggle home in luggage.  Attempt to survive extended periods in abysmally cold weather.  Have fun.

March 26:  Depart Manchester for Alicante.  Visit Richard’s parents at their home in Torrevieja.

March 27 – 28:  Enjoy relatively balmy Mediterranean climate.  Relax.

March 29:  Depart Alicante for Manchester.  Depart Manchester for Houston.

March 30:  Collapse, exhausted, into bed.  Wake up mere hours later to find ourselves back in real world and back to work.

I’ll try to bring some fish and chips back for you all, but no promises.

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I type exceedingly fast.  I also have a high degree of accuracy when typing.  With these two skills working in harmony, I am like a typing virtuoso.  I’m not trying to brag, I’m just stating a few facts.  I enjoy typing; combined with my love of language and writing, typing gives me a sense of having completed something important, even if it’s just an RFP or an e-mail announcement.  I am such a fluid typist that people call others over to watch me type, as if I were a trained monkey who’s learned to sign.  I credit all of this (as well as my impressive 10 key skills) to Mavis Beacon and her addictive line of typing software.

As a child, I was obsessed with my Mavis Beacon program.  I would play it constantly on our home computer, even thought it can’t technically be called a “game.”  I kept track of my high scores on the 10 key grocery bagging exercise and the repetitive typing Ferrari racing exercise, and became ultra-competitive with myself as the months and years went on.  I even printed out the excessively useless “Certificates of Achievement” on our old black and white dot matrix printer and displayed them proudly at my desk.

However, Mavis Beacon has a dark side. (more…)

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Mas Fotos

I’m back for a quick post of…you guessed it!…more unofficial photos from the wedding. My cousin Sharon is to thank for the majority of these.  Enjoy!

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The very first self-portrait of the bride and groom after the wedding ceremony. (more…)

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It’s Official

We’re married.  🙂

Here is the first, very unofficial yet very awesome picture from the wedding:

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Far and away, the best day of my life. I’m so happy. 😀

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Wedding Favors

I don’t write much about our wedding planning here, mostly because this blog is intended as a place where I can indulge my creative and random sides.  Blogging about the wedding planning I’ve been doing for the last year would read more like a To Do list, and I don’t suppose that’s terribly interesting to anyone else except my mother.  However, now that the wedding is a mere eleven days away and I’m pretty much done with all of the planning and projects and errands and erratum (fingers crossed….) I feel the need to discuss wedding favors.  Yes, wedding favors.

Our wedding favors consist of a chocolate brown box with an aqua blue sticker on the front that says, “Thank You! Katharine & Richard.”  Inside the box is a sachet of Twining’s English Breakfast Tea and a packet of Walkers shortbread fingers — together, they are Richard’s absolute favorite thing in the world.  So, it’s a nice nod to his home country as well as a delicious treat for the guests whenever they decide to eat/drink them.

My favorite wedding favors, however, might be my friend Sara’s wedding CDs.  She asked all of her bridesmaids and all of her groomsmen to choose a song for the wedding CD, while she and her fiance and their parents filled out the rest of the twenty tracks.  The wedding CDs were burned and imprinted with a picture of Sara and her husband, and distributed to the wedding guests towards the end of the evening.  They were a big hit.

Some of us went the familiar route, choosing songs like “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton and “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King.  Others went with less traditional options, with “Shelter From The Storm” by Bob Dylan and “Romeo & Juliet” by Dire Straits.  For my part, I chose “For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti” by Sufjan Stevens, because I was in my stupid hipster mode at the time.  I still like the song — don’t get me wrong — I’m just not sure how “timeless” it will prove to be 20 years down the line.

What Sara didn’t anticipate, however — aside from my weird taste in wedding music — was that one of the groomsmen was still understandably bitter about the fact that Sara had dated him first but was now marrying his roommate.  Long story short: Sara dated Kyle for a short time, Kyle eventually introduced Sara to his roommates, Sara quickly realized that she liked one of the roommates more than Kyle, and ended up engaged to and marrying that roommate a year later.  Kyle won’t let this go, but was still asked to be a groomsman by the somewhat oblivious groom.

When Kyle submitted his song choice to Sara’s mother — who was in charge of the project — Sara’s mother had never heard of his song before.  Instead of listening to it after she downloaded it off iTunes, she simply threw all the songs together and got to burning the CDs.  This was a big project, after all — not a lot of time for lollygagging around and mooning over the songs.

After the CDs were finally finished and hot to trot, Sara went to pick them up from her mother’s house.  She admired the picture on the front of the CD, the artful placement of the text and the beautiful covers with the song listing on the back.  In a hurry, she didn’t read through all the songs, but simply put them in her car and headed off.  As she was driving, she popped one of the CDs into her stereo and started skipping through the songs.  When she finally got to Kyle’s song choice, she nearly drove off the road.

Kyle had chosen the immortal David Allan Coe song that I think you all know:

Well it was all
That I could do to keep from cryin’
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even call me by my name

You don’t have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don’t have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don’t have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore
Even though you’re on my fightin’ side

CHORUS:
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even call me by my name

Well I’ve heard my name
A few times in your phone book (Hello, Hello)
And I’ve seen it on signs where I’ve played
But the only time I know
I’ll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgment Day

Of course, it was way too late at this juncture to change the songs or the CDs, so they went out to the delighted guests at the wedding a few days later.  My mother later asked me, “Why on earth would Sara put a David Allan Coe song on her wedding CD?  Especially this one?”  I just laughed and told her that’s what makes Sara’s wedding favor so timeless.

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Bridal Portraits

My long-awaited bridal portraits have finally come in!  They were shot by my good friend, Ben, during some rather stifling weather we had back in September.  I’m so pleased that they came out well, despite the hot weather and the dressing room drama of not being able to zip the dress due to the added layer of fabric from the corset that I’d decided to wear at the last minute.  Won’t be doing that for the wedding.

Pictures are after the jump, but there are only three and they’re all detail shots.  Can’t reveal too much until the day of — Richard does read this, after all.  Enjoy!

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Tough Decisions

I am proud to say that I bought my wedding dress this weekend (well, I should say that my mother bought it, but, hey…) after a not-so-exhausting search.  It was remarkably easier than everyone had set me up to believe.  The only annoying part is waiting four months for the dress to actually be delivered and then sized/altered.  Couture = handmade.  Almost as good as beavermade.  If you don’t get that joke, I don’t care.

However, instead of posting a picture of the dress itself, which I don’t believe would do it justice, I’ve decided to instead post the pictures of the dresses I tried on but didn’t buy and the reasons therefore.  So, without further ado, Dress Number 1: (more…)

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