In the Beginning

You all will soon see that Jay is the better writer in this group. I think I just kind of babble and ramble on about nothing... kind of like Seinfield. And catch me on a day that I haven't taken my ADD medication (like today). Ok, so this blog is supposed to be about wedding stuff. Well, for now at least... until we get married and I transform from "Wedding Wendy" to "Wendy the Wonderous Baby Maker." Let's put that off for awhile. WEDDING.

The save-the-dates are ordered. They should be arriving to mom and dad's house in about 10-12 business days... or so the e-mail says. The save-the-dates are magnets with a kissy face picture of us. The background is of one of the trains at the Huntsville Depot Roundhouse, and that's where the reception is going to be held. So, look for your invite in the coming months (no later than January... make it February).

Big news about the reception in the story below: While looking at the reception site with our wedding planner, Jay was in a particularly "comedic" mood. I almost thought that he was thinking about quitting his day job to become an event coordinator. My wedding planner and I were having a serious discussion about how the outside of the reception venue could be set up -- cocktail area, kids area, sign-in area, etc. Well, here is where my wonderful fiance chimes in with his humor that we all know and love. He suggests that we have zebra rides by the country store as well as a moonbounce. I guess this is where the bridezilla in me came out, but we'll sensor the story for the kids. Jay will probably post later and elaborate on this part later. To make a long story short, I rejected his idea at that moment. However, after talking to my mother and consulting my wedding planner, they thought it might not be a bad idea to have a moonbounce since there will be so many children coming with their parents. So, moonbounce is a go... Zebras are a no. Any thoughts?

I've gotta run to a meeting. I'll post again later.

Status: Still Engaged

In order to ensure as smooth a planning process as possible, the groom has been promoted to wedding blogger.  I'm starting to know what the senator from Washington, D.C. feels like.  I get to show up, look good, but my vote is mainly for show.  

So we've agreed on the name of the blog, a date, time, and place for the wedding, and I'm told a guest list.  If you haven't been notified, you're in good company.  I got cut from the list twice last week.

The official wedding site is worth looking at.  Its only major shortcoming is the length of its URL, which made it too long for the save-a-date magnets.  (Speaking of which, I'm looking forward to seeing which one of us ended up on the South side of the magnet.  I hear that's lucky.)

Preliminaries

In the grand tradition of TomKat, Bennifer, and Brangelina, meet Oscarletta. What you do is, you smush the two names together and make a new one.

So Wendy "Arletta" Short -> Oscar Carlton ==> oscarletta

It was funnier in my head.