G: You are so nosey!
A: What!! I'm just reading your emails... ***kanye shrug***
Showing posts with label Love and Marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love and Marriage. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Truth No. 2
This is in response to a blog I read earlier today...I have some thoughts on the subject of the single homegirl. You can read it here if you want some context.
You may think I'm a little biased given the fact I'm married and all, but I do have some qualifications to comment on the single girl's plight...
#1. I had been (until last summer) the single girl/bff for much longer than my junior high school ideal would've preferred
#2. I have seen every episode of SATC at least 5 times
#3. In college my friends and I started a club: "The Fans of the Little Black Dress". We set fire to our dreadful bridesmaid dresses, talked behind the backs of our newly (and nearly) wed pals, rolled our eyes at the ridiculous honeymoon pictures and laughed when they got pregnant "too soon" or couldn't get pregnant at all (I was pretty bitter by the time I reached making fun of pregnancies or lack there of...)
#4. I had a friend in college who was as close as a brother. We counseled each other, laughed, cried (I did most of the crying)...we were becoming adults and it was all together thrilling. Then he got a girlfriend and pulled the plug. I got the stank eye from her more than once and it hurt me deeply - as a matter of fact, it changed all of my relationships. I didn't understand why he wouldn't stick up for me - I had done nothing to her and if anything I was the one with the long standing relationship. If men are from Mars and women are from Venus...then I totally spoke Marsian!!!
See...I have some cred.
Having come out on the other side somewhat un-scathed...the truth in this, for me, is two-fold
#1. You (the bigger person) should respect the new relationship your friend has moved into. This may be a 6-month thing, or a 60 year thing, but if you expect to be around for either, you might need back off a little. Yes! It sucks. Yes! You were there first. But wouldn't you expect the same from your man? I would say it's a rare blessing when a man's best friend and his woman are buddy buddy but in my mind that's an oxymoron; only the love of his life should hold the title of "best friend". Let's be real…we all saw "My Best Friend's Wedding" and "Love and Basketball". You're either setting the stage for disaster or comedic genius!! Either way, someone gets their heart broken and it could be you.
Long story short you might say it's ok now, and on the first or second date when he answers her call but what about the third date? 6 month anniversary dinner? At your wedding? When you're making love? Giving birth? Not ok…she's setting boundaries and you need to respect them.
By in large, I agree that if you have confidence in your relationship, then cause for self doubt should be minimal. But I've discovered that doubt can be like a cancer. It roots itself in one area and then shows it's face elsewhere...no matter how much your friends and loved ones try to encourage you. Confidence is something I -- a happily married, well-employed, well-educated, passport-toting, roof over my head, food on my table, woman of faith -- struggle with daily.
#2. Your real enemy may be the "formula".
Here was mine: seriously dating at 20 (non-Lebron James look alikes need not apply), married to same fellow at 25, baby at 27. I don't think I'm alone in this. When I realized my relationship formula wouldn't work, I developed a career formula -- NYC after graduation, high powered exec by 30. It took moving to Austin, beginning to seriously date previously undesired non-Lebron James look alike boy at 24 and marrying same fellow at 26 to realize there is no formula. Let me say it again…THERE IS NO FORMULA. The formula was my curse; realizing that I was setting myself up for failure in my attempts to follow it exactly was my deliverance. I challenge you to examine yours. I have no doubt that I will set myself up like this again, and on that day, I beg you to remind me of this truth.
And believe me, if you have any level of perception or judgement then your friend's girl probably does too and more than likely sees you as a threat to her formula. Maybe something unsaid, a conversation that lasted too long…whatever. It's got her thinking that to him, you are more than a friend.
Don't misread my words, I'm not saying it's wrong to have dreams…as a matter of fact, I encourage you to dream on single homegirl. Never abandon the desires of your heart for any reason! But always remember, God has ordered your steps. This is part of His plan
P.S. Thank you Deidre for my second truth. It has spoken volumes to me since we first discussed the topic in your living room.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Ruined
last night i ruined dinner. i tried to make a chicken version of this southwest tilapia recipe that i learned from the whole foods site.
after i ruined the chicken i came out of the kitchen coughing (b/c of spices in my throat...not smoke) yelling "we need to go out! we need to go out!!" gerald was on the phone w/his bff jejuan but i still asked him if he could go out and pick something up, he nodded...
by yesterday, my 249th day of marriage, i had learned that a nod while on the phone w/jejuan means "i' heard what you said, but...yeah...whatever". even if he did go get some food, he'd come back with 8lbs of meat and call it dinner.
i really hope rudy's doesn't ruin my marriage.
when i came back w/chicken alfredo from carino's gerald was like "i like the chicken parmesan from olive garden w/alfredo sauce instead of tomato sauce. their alfredo is saltier". i gave him a go to hell look really quick, piled his plate high with the dinner i was going to force feed him if i had to and gave him half of the bread.
later he asked me for seconds and i told him to get it himself.
i eventually broke down and brought him a second serving...only after i stole a piece of chicken from his plate.
on to day 250...
after i ruined the chicken i came out of the kitchen coughing (b/c of spices in my throat...not smoke) yelling "we need to go out! we need to go out!!" gerald was on the phone w/his bff jejuan but i still asked him if he could go out and pick something up, he nodded...
by yesterday, my 249th day of marriage, i had learned that a nod while on the phone w/jejuan means "i' heard what you said, but...yeah...whatever". even if he did go get some food, he'd come back with 8lbs of meat and call it dinner.
i really hope rudy's doesn't ruin my marriage.
when i came back w/chicken alfredo from carino's gerald was like "i like the chicken parmesan from olive garden w/alfredo sauce instead of tomato sauce. their alfredo is saltier". i gave him a go to hell look really quick, piled his plate high with the dinner i was going to force feed him if i had to and gave him half of the bread.
later he asked me for seconds and i told him to get it himself.
i eventually broke down and brought him a second serving...only after i stole a piece of chicken from his plate.
on to day 250...
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Rainman
I've been into planning meals recently. So when I go to the grocery store I make sure to #1. Ask Gerald what he wants to eat during the week #2. get enough for the both of us. I keep track mentally of the food items we have in our house
...half a loaf of bread
...parsley, oregano, cilantro and basil flakes...
...bay leaves but no basil leaves
...half a package of provolone, full package of swiss
...turkey, not ham
...4 tilapia filets, 3 boneless skinless chicken breasts
you get the picture...
gerald has been eating the popcorn that i had planned to take w/me to work this week for lunch -- you know...the 100 calorie packs that are just enough for a snack? gerald got shortbread 100 calorie packs. i thought it was clear whose snack was whose. wouldn't you?????
there are 5 popcorn bags to a box. i ate one on sunday night - leaving 4 for the week. i resolved to take an apple the 5th day instead.
gerald ate a pack that same night. now we have 3. i guess i'll have to take 2 apples this week -- good thing i bought 3!
gerald ate 2 other bags yesterday -- now we have 1!!!!!!
i took a bag of popcorn (and an apple) to work today -- now my meal planning is all off
i fussed at him for eating my snack.
he said i was selfish for counting how many bags of popcorn we had.
i explained to him that i was trying to plan our meals b/c it saves money and that if he wants certain things when we go to the grocery store then he needs to speak up!
oh!!! and another thing!!! the counting is involuntary.
I'm not selfish...i just count things!!
...half a loaf of bread
...parsley, oregano, cilantro and basil flakes...
...bay leaves but no basil leaves
...half a package of provolone, full package of swiss
...turkey, not ham
...4 tilapia filets, 3 boneless skinless chicken breasts
you get the picture...
gerald has been eating the popcorn that i had planned to take w/me to work this week for lunch -- you know...the 100 calorie packs that are just enough for a snack? gerald got shortbread 100 calorie packs. i thought it was clear whose snack was whose. wouldn't you?????
there are 5 popcorn bags to a box. i ate one on sunday night - leaving 4 for the week. i resolved to take an apple the 5th day instead.
gerald ate a pack that same night. now we have 3. i guess i'll have to take 2 apples this week -- good thing i bought 3!
gerald ate 2 other bags yesterday -- now we have 1!!!!!!
i took a bag of popcorn (and an apple) to work today -- now my meal planning is all off
i fussed at him for eating my snack.
he said i was selfish for counting how many bags of popcorn we had.
i explained to him that i was trying to plan our meals b/c it saves money and that if he wants certain things when we go to the grocery store then he needs to speak up!
oh!!! and another thing!!! the counting is involuntary.
I'm not selfish...i just count things!!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
MADE!!
My sweet hubster bought me an iPhone today. And while I totally believe that he is wonderful and sweet this new little buddy has re-ignited my love for all things iPod-ish; particularly the music part...which is where it all began.
To prove that the flame had been rekindled I chose to listen to every song on the "Hairspray" soundtrack as loud as humanly possible. Not sure why he was shooting me such mean looks though - perhaps I was singing "Big, Blonde and Beautiful" too loud
I hope this doesn't mean he won't support me should I decide to persue a career on Broadway...at 26.
Whether he will or won't support me (I'm sure he will - but not in the obsessive, t-shirt with your face on it kind of way), I've decided to start taking lessons at the dance studio down the street from our apartment. Partly because I feel like it would be a great way to lose weight but mostly because I promised myself that I'd take ballroom dance lessons when I graduated college and I have yet to step on a dancefloor when the Ying Yang Twins or Britney Spears wasn't playing.
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AMELIA!!!
I'm excited :)
To prove that the flame had been rekindled I chose to listen to every song on the "Hairspray" soundtrack as loud as humanly possible. Not sure why he was shooting me such mean looks though - perhaps I was singing "Big, Blonde and Beautiful" too loud
I hope this doesn't mean he won't support me should I decide to persue a career on Broadway...at 26.
Whether he will or won't support me (I'm sure he will - but not in the obsessive, t-shirt with your face on it kind of way), I've decided to start taking lessons at the dance studio down the street from our apartment. Partly because I feel like it would be a great way to lose weight but mostly because I promised myself that I'd take ballroom dance lessons when I graduated college and I have yet to step on a dancefloor when the Ying Yang Twins or Britney Spears wasn't playing.
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AMELIA!!!
I'm excited :)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Determined...
Nothing much has happened lately but I am determined to keep my blog interesting and updated!!!
For the Intellectuals...
I am currently reading "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel García Márquez. I am enjoying this book. And even though I'm only 50-something pages in I totally understand why people love this author. My only concern is the number of times I've laughed in during this so called "romance"; but considering the happenings so far, I'm fairly certain that this is the appropriate reaction at this point in the novel. And actually, looking back at my dating relationship with Gerald, our reactions to each other were pretty funny - still are actually.
For the Chefs...
I'm really getting into cooking these days. And I mean like fancy foods with garnishes and marinades. The kind that you want to take your time to chew b/c you don't want to miss a single flavor. I don't know what came over me during my engagement to Gerald, but suddenly I became obsessed with being a wife. I wanted to know everything about cooking, cleaning...really just taking care of a home in general. This is strange because I never really cared before. I guess it all hit me when I first registered at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I walked in the store, grabbed my scanner and went to work. Somewhere along the way I convinced myself that a kitchen was not a kitchen without a lemon zester...I never turned back...
Last week I made sauteed shrimp with tropical salsa. Gerald said it was restaurant worthy and I humbly agree...it was the bomb y'all. I'll add my recipe ASAP!
Other than that nothing out of the ordinary has happened in all these three weeks of marriage. One thing is for certain, Gerald and I are having a ton of fun. I've always been the kind of person who preferred to live alone because of my never-ending list of SSBs but it turns out that Gerald is really accepting of my quirks and kind of embraces them. I end up laughing at my self usually - he does such a good impression of me even though in his mind I sound like a horse...
For the Intellectuals...
I am currently reading "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel García Márquez. I am enjoying this book. And even though I'm only 50-something pages in I totally understand why people love this author. My only concern is the number of times I've laughed in during this so called "romance"; but considering the happenings so far, I'm fairly certain that this is the appropriate reaction at this point in the novel. And actually, looking back at my dating relationship with Gerald, our reactions to each other were pretty funny - still are actually.
For the Chefs...
I'm really getting into cooking these days. And I mean like fancy foods with garnishes and marinades. The kind that you want to take your time to chew b/c you don't want to miss a single flavor. I don't know what came over me during my engagement to Gerald, but suddenly I became obsessed with being a wife. I wanted to know everything about cooking, cleaning...really just taking care of a home in general. This is strange because I never really cared before. I guess it all hit me when I first registered at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I walked in the store, grabbed my scanner and went to work. Somewhere along the way I convinced myself that a kitchen was not a kitchen without a lemon zester...I never turned back...
Last week I made sauteed shrimp with tropical salsa. Gerald said it was restaurant worthy and I humbly agree...it was the bomb y'all. I'll add my recipe ASAP!
Other than that nothing out of the ordinary has happened in all these three weeks of marriage. One thing is for certain, Gerald and I are having a ton of fun. I've always been the kind of person who preferred to live alone because of my never-ending list of SSBs but it turns out that Gerald is really accepting of my quirks and kind of embraces them. I end up laughing at my self usually - he does such a good impression of me even though in his mind I sound like a horse...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
These Days
Gerald and I are married. A picture is below to prove it...
I'm going to have to gush over every detail not because I think you are interested, but because I may forget.
Thursday
I join Gerald for lunch at his office where they have ordered BBQ. They present us with a very thoughtful card and Target gift card. Later, my best friend/bridesmaid Lindsey Ramey arrives in Austin, TX. She's hungry and has to pee - so I make her run errands with me until she near passes out from starvation and/or liver failure. We go to Kerby Lane to eat and have a splendid time. She is always good company. Kristen, my sister and maid of honor arrives that afternoon. She has a car full of goodies to be used over the weekend - most of which smell like Vodka and soy sauce thanks to my mom's state of the art packing technique.
Friday
Hair day. I have my brows and lip threaded. Hair removal is always painful no matter the technique. There's also an added layer of frustration because my birth control appears to make my hair grow faster than normal. So a hair that is trimmed on, say...Friday, is nearly regrown by the following Wednesday. Fun
Best friends/bridesmaids Kate and V show up in the afternoon. After dashing to the mall for some bachelorette party-appropriate threads, we head out to dinner...
SIDE BAR: one of my favorite things in life is getting ready with my best girlfriends. I swear my best friendships have been forged over curling irons, lip gloss and a pretty intense playlist
...after dinner the troupe heads back to my apartment for a lingerie shower!
SIDE BAR 2.0: I'm the kind of girl who feels awkward when opening gifts in front of people. I'm also the kind of girl who gets embarrassed when her underwear can be seen. Therefore opening gifts which turn out to be underwear options tend to evoke a certain nervous feeling.
After the gift exchange, a few of us girls stuck around to name the unmentionables when plans to go downtown were quelled
Saturday
Rehearsal. Rehearsal lunch. Shopping for shoes to wear on the big day :) oh...and more rain than I've ever seen.
Sunday
Wedding day! What a testament to God's power!! It was an amazing day indeed.
1. Weather reports said there would be rain all day - therefore having an outdoor wedding might be an issue. When I woke up I committed to the Lord that I wouldn't check the weather. After all there was nothing I could do about it and checking it would just make me worry. I committed the day to Him - Lord, YOU are in charge of the weather! YOU are in charge of this day! It is Yours and I commit it to You. I will not stand in your way.
It stopped raining at approximately 2:55pm - the wedding began at 3pm. And there was not another drop.
2. In route to the venue we discover that we can't get ready there so we haul it to the host hotel who ever so kindly offer a small conference room to do wedding prep (e.g. hair, make-up, etc.). For some reason, I didn't worry. We just got it done. I have no idea how I was able to stay calm. All I can say is it was peace that surpasses all understanding.
Every detail was taken care of, not a thing was missed. I'm so glad God came to my wedding.
Since We've Been Married...
We have shopped endlessly for a television - until then we will play Scrabble on the living room floor.
For the first week and a half of our marriage our apartment smelled like curry and cinnamon. We have no idea why.
Gerald has revealed to me that he likes The Rascal Flats - except he thinks the lead singer sounds like Kermit the Frog, which to me - of course - is hilarious.
Gerald is a wonderful husband. I honestly believe he is the perfect man for me. God created no one else for me and I'm so glad.
I'm going to have to gush over every detail not because I think you are interested, but because I may forget.
Thursday
I join Gerald for lunch at his office where they have ordered BBQ. They present us with a very thoughtful card and Target gift card. Later, my best friend/bridesmaid Lindsey Ramey arrives in Austin, TX. She's hungry and has to pee - so I make her run errands with me until she near passes out from starvation and/or liver failure. We go to Kerby Lane to eat and have a splendid time. She is always good company. Kristen, my sister and maid of honor arrives that afternoon. She has a car full of goodies to be used over the weekend - most of which smell like Vodka and soy sauce thanks to my mom's state of the art packing technique.
Friday
Hair day. I have my brows and lip threaded. Hair removal is always painful no matter the technique. There's also an added layer of frustration because my birth control appears to make my hair grow faster than normal. So a hair that is trimmed on, say...Friday, is nearly regrown by the following Wednesday. Fun
Best friends/bridesmaids Kate and V show up in the afternoon. After dashing to the mall for some bachelorette party-appropriate threads, we head out to dinner...
SIDE BAR: one of my favorite things in life is getting ready with my best girlfriends. I swear my best friendships have been forged over curling irons, lip gloss and a pretty intense playlist
...after dinner the troupe heads back to my apartment for a lingerie shower!
SIDE BAR 2.0: I'm the kind of girl who feels awkward when opening gifts in front of people. I'm also the kind of girl who gets embarrassed when her underwear can be seen. Therefore opening gifts which turn out to be underwear options tend to evoke a certain nervous feeling.
After the gift exchange, a few of us girls stuck around to name the unmentionables when plans to go downtown were quelled
Saturday
Rehearsal. Rehearsal lunch. Shopping for shoes to wear on the big day :) oh...and more rain than I've ever seen.
Sunday
Wedding day! What a testament to God's power!! It was an amazing day indeed.
1. Weather reports said there would be rain all day - therefore having an outdoor wedding might be an issue. When I woke up I committed to the Lord that I wouldn't check the weather. After all there was nothing I could do about it and checking it would just make me worry. I committed the day to Him - Lord, YOU are in charge of the weather! YOU are in charge of this day! It is Yours and I commit it to You. I will not stand in your way.
It stopped raining at approximately 2:55pm - the wedding began at 3pm. And there was not another drop.
2. In route to the venue we discover that we can't get ready there so we haul it to the host hotel who ever so kindly offer a small conference room to do wedding prep (e.g. hair, make-up, etc.). For some reason, I didn't worry. We just got it done. I have no idea how I was able to stay calm. All I can say is it was peace that surpasses all understanding.
Every detail was taken care of, not a thing was missed. I'm so glad God came to my wedding.
Since We've Been Married...
We have shopped endlessly for a television - until then we will play Scrabble on the living room floor.
For the first week and a half of our marriage our apartment smelled like curry and cinnamon. We have no idea why.
Gerald has revealed to me that he likes The Rascal Flats - except he thinks the lead singer sounds like Kermit the Frog, which to me - of course - is hilarious.
Gerald is a wonderful husband. I honestly believe he is the perfect man for me. God created no one else for me and I'm so glad.
Monday, April 13, 2009
BRAINSTORM!!!! AHHH!
My wedding is in 41 days and with all the planning left to do I can only focus on one thing - what to rename my blog. Thus ensues the brainstorm....please leave your suggestions. His name is Gerald Bowie, mine is Amelia Doty. We have no children or pets and are often caught on camera doing embarrassing things...
GO!
GO!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
For my Daughter/Future Daughter-in-Law
I hope I can tell this story to my daughter or future daughter-in-law one day...it goes a little something like this...
ME: Did I ever tell you about the day that I received my wedding gown?
HER: No
***sidebar*** of course she'll say "no" because I'll be waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell this story. I've committed to keeping it quiet for the next 20 years.
ME: Well, in the weeks leading up to my wedding, I'd been fighting a sense of insecurity. It's just that I've been to a lot of really fabulous weddings. Weddings with open bars, gourmet food, prestigious chapels, popular djs...everything. Because of this I had imagined that my wedding would follow suit - even though I'd made a habit of rolling my eyes nearly everytime I received a save the date or invitation. But when my turn finally came, finding a dress was a big deal. It is for everyone, really. But somehow this turned into a mini-Soap Opera. I ordered it from J. Crew on a Friday - it was delivered to my office the following Wednesday.
***shocked look from daughter***
Yeah...I guess they're just really effecient. Anyway, I had it shipped to my office so there wouldn't be any hiccups at my apartment. For some reason I didn't trust the mail system in my Brooklyn neighborhood and I just didn't want to risk it.
HER: You lived in New York?
ME: Yes, but that's another story. Ok, so...the package arrived and suddenly, but inevitably, a bundle of nerves gathered in my stomach. I grabbed a pair of scissors, marched into the kitchen and hurriedly opened the box (which, to the unknowing delivery man may have contained a cardigan or a pair of flats). As I looked into the faces of my co-workers, a tidal wave of emotion swept over me - they were unimpressed and under-whelmed. One commented "It's just so...plain..." another said "One thing's for sure - your boobs will look great!"
HER shocked: What?
ME: Yeah...not quite the reaction I was going for and certainly not the circumstance in which I was hoping to reveal my wedding dress. I guess in my mind I had imagined having it delivered to my apartment on a Saturday, calling my mom, sister and best girlfriends and demanding their presence - one would even bring champagne. I'd emerge from my room to an intimate audience and everyone would oohh and ahhhh. They would compliment the dress and my mother, with tears in her eyes, would say "That. Is. The. Perfect. Dress.". Maybe we'd go to dinner or lunch afterward - it would be a wonderful day. But instead I got blank stares and at the end of the day, when the office janitor came, he reached under my desk, shook the box and asked if it was trash.
HER grimacing: Ouch...
ME shrugging: I left the office, got on the train, got home, tried it on, hung it up and committed to losing a few more pounds.
HER sympathetically: Awwww...
ME: Yes...I say all this to say I pray that other weddings and wedding preparations have not tainted your image of what a wedding is supposed to be. Just honor the Lord in it all and everything will be lovely - besides that, no one is going to tell you that you look bad at your wedding. At least not to your face...
ME: Did I ever tell you about the day that I received my wedding gown?
HER: No
***sidebar*** of course she'll say "no" because I'll be waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell this story. I've committed to keeping it quiet for the next 20 years.
ME: Well, in the weeks leading up to my wedding, I'd been fighting a sense of insecurity. It's just that I've been to a lot of really fabulous weddings. Weddings with open bars, gourmet food, prestigious chapels, popular djs...everything. Because of this I had imagined that my wedding would follow suit - even though I'd made a habit of rolling my eyes nearly everytime I received a save the date or invitation. But when my turn finally came, finding a dress was a big deal. It is for everyone, really. But somehow this turned into a mini-Soap Opera. I ordered it from J. Crew on a Friday - it was delivered to my office the following Wednesday.
***shocked look from daughter***
Yeah...I guess they're just really effecient. Anyway, I had it shipped to my office so there wouldn't be any hiccups at my apartment. For some reason I didn't trust the mail system in my Brooklyn neighborhood and I just didn't want to risk it.
HER: You lived in New York?
ME: Yes, but that's another story. Ok, so...the package arrived and suddenly, but inevitably, a bundle of nerves gathered in my stomach. I grabbed a pair of scissors, marched into the kitchen and hurriedly opened the box (which, to the unknowing delivery man may have contained a cardigan or a pair of flats). As I looked into the faces of my co-workers, a tidal wave of emotion swept over me - they were unimpressed and under-whelmed. One commented "It's just so...plain..." another said "One thing's for sure - your boobs will look great!"
HER shocked: What?
ME: Yeah...not quite the reaction I was going for and certainly not the circumstance in which I was hoping to reveal my wedding dress. I guess in my mind I had imagined having it delivered to my apartment on a Saturday, calling my mom, sister and best girlfriends and demanding their presence - one would even bring champagne. I'd emerge from my room to an intimate audience and everyone would oohh and ahhhh. They would compliment the dress and my mother, with tears in her eyes, would say "That. Is. The. Perfect. Dress.". Maybe we'd go to dinner or lunch afterward - it would be a wonderful day. But instead I got blank stares and at the end of the day, when the office janitor came, he reached under my desk, shook the box and asked if it was trash.
HER grimacing: Ouch...
ME shrugging: I left the office, got on the train, got home, tried it on, hung it up and committed to losing a few more pounds.
HER sympathetically: Awwww...
ME: Yes...I say all this to say I pray that other weddings and wedding preparations have not tainted your image of what a wedding is supposed to be. Just honor the Lord in it all and everything will be lovely - besides that, no one is going to tell you that you look bad at your wedding. At least not to your face...
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