I'm getting married in the morning...

Ding, Dong the bells are gonna chime

Boys come and kiss me

Show how ya'll miss me

But get me to the church on time!

Eleven days from right this very moment I'll be getting married. As I told someone just a few days ago who asked if I was sure: YES, I'm sure! The first marriage was just my practice husband so I could learn what NOT to do! She though that was the perfect way to describe her first marriage too, practice.
I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to do my name. Should I hyphenate it, take his, keep both without a hyphen? It makes for a long name: Bobowski-Powell, but it has a certain ring to it. I have made some career and personal gains under the name Bobowski and I don't want to lose any credibility I've gained. But I'm not sure if I could legally keep the name Bobowski-Powell but only sign Powell? ANY help from anyone out there would be appreciated. Just leave it in the comments, please.
Unfortunately, we did not find the wedding rings. It would appear that our previous land-lady (or her son) did not give us all our boxes out of storage because we could tell other things were missing. So we've opted to purchase inexpensive rings, under $50 each, and promised ourselves that next year for our anniversary we'll get rings we really want.
More to come later.

17 and counting!

Only 17 days left until the wedding! I'm getting my final checklist done but it's the little thing that are starting to bug me. I've found a photographer and our music is getting put on CD, but the little things like buying underwear, getting back response cards, buying more jars and candy are starting to bother me. Perhaps some yoga tonight will do this body some good.
Also annoying is that we still haven't found our wedding bands. I looked in every single box in the garage and Daddy looked in the storage unit. But, when I asked Daddy about looking in the storage unit he said he looked for the box he thought they were in, not in every box! Ugh! Men sometimes!

Mommy Day for Me!

This post is a little late in developing due some some computer problems. Hopefully, all is well now.
Saturday was spent with my Mom lazing about playing cards and eating well while the kiddos splashed and laughed and screamed in the little pool outside until trembly voiced faces peered in through the screen saying, "M-m-may I h-h-h-have a to-o-o-wel-l-l, I'm fweeeeeezing." My Dad's BBQ chicken is the best! Our gift to Mom was one of those digital picture frame keychains. I figured it was the best gift for a Grandma with five grandchildren she wants to show off. Mom even got me a gift of bathtime indulgence. Now the only thing I need is a coupon for time free from child interruption while I take a bath.
Mother's Day brought me a breakfast not made by me to my favorite spot on the couch with complete control of the remote - chick flicks at my beck-and-call! Then Daddy and I spent some time going through the shed trying to find those wedding rings we bought four years ago before the wedding was post-phoned so many times. Did we find them? Not yet. Knowing our luck, they're in the garage. But we did find so many other things we'd forgotten including the card I got last Mother's Day from the kids... it still makes me laugh.
In the evening, we went to the bridge crossing ceremony for Miss M-bug, my best friend's daughter (who is Josie's best friend). This little Daisy scout is now a Brownie and still just as sweet.
Then it was time for dinner made by Daddy: Grilled shrimp over pasta! Yummy!
A great Mother's Day!

Licensed on Odd Day!

I am soooooo excited!!!!!! Can you tell?
We just got our marriage license on Odd Day. Didn't even know it till after we picked it up. Turns out Odd Day only happens six time in a century! I'll definitely have to remember this.
Good times with the wedding dress. Took the dress to my seamstress today because the dress fits everywhere except the bust. Peter loves this but it makes finding dresses impossible for me. They usually fit everywhere but the bust or I find one to fit the bust and they hang everywhere else. So the seamstress looks at the dress and asks how it fit when I tried it on. I tell her it was about 2 1/2 inches from zipping all the way up but I've lost about an inch or so since because I starting going back to yoga class. She wants to wait three weeks and see where I'm at before she even touches my dress because I may not need it!!! Woo Hoo!
38 days and counting!

I've finally made my mother proud!

Today I ordered some wedding supplies. I don't need much because Annie at Mountain Annie's is taking care of nearly everything for our special day, I'll devote an entire post to her soon. I ordered the freeze-dried purple rose petals for my flower girls to drop down the aisle, 30 silicone dried purple orchids for my wedding cake, and 100 white Chinese take-out boxes for our guests to fill with their candy buffet wedding favors. All for under $50.00! I texted this fact to my mom. Her response:
"SHIT! That's F*ing good, now ur my girl, love u :-) Mom!"
Yep, she's proud!

And they're off.......

The wedding invitations are starting their journeys to their various destinations! Surprisingly, most of my mailed invitations are going to Arizona. A few of my friends have moved that way and plenty of Daddy's family members are living there as well. My fiance' has chosen beautiful stamps to put on the response cards, I'm so proud of him. I'm a little worried about his wedding attire because he texted me asking if I trusted him to choose his own clothing and I told him yes, which earned me a text back of "Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!" Now, I'm worried because he's very excited about it and I know his Goth taste and while I'm sure he won't come to the wedding sporting the number 13 on his forehead, I'm not sure I like how "Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet" his choice in clothing is. However, I will trust him because now I have no choice. Besides, this man helped me send the invitations by double checking that I had return addresses and licked each envelope (a task I despise ever since senior year, yet another story). I'm getting really stoked about this!

Easter Ow!

This has been a very fun month. April Fool's for the boss went over great she just doesn't do balloons. Her husband even came out to take pictures of her car on his cell phone! I tried on my wedding dress this weekend and it fits everywhere except for my boobs. Figures. It's hard to find anything to fit over these things AND the rest of my body. With normal boobs, I'd probably fit in a size 8 or 10. My breasts are a size 34DDD, that's right, three D's. Depending on the bra style, sometimes a 36DDD. And yes, they're real. So my wedding dress needs to be altered about 2 1/2 inches for my boobs. Either we'll add a "V" shaped panel on each side under the arms or add loops and ribbon for a corset look to the back. I've also joined a gym in the hopes of maybe reducing the ol' gals, though the last time I just lost weight everywhere else but the ladies. Daddy is not looking forward to a possible reduction of fluff in the "love pillows."
Easter was great and as soon as I can, I'll post pictures. The Ow? My mom saved some cascarones from when we made our own last fiesta. Cascarones are eggs shells that have been carefully cracked open (eggs used for breakfast or whatever), cleaned out, filled with confetti, and sealed with tissue paper. It's loads of fun trying to sneak up on someone to crack it over their head and rub the confetti into their head. The usual way of cracking the egg is to squeeze it till it pops but some people will just smash the egg on your head. Josie, however, being small and just learning these traditions, came up with her own way when trying to surprise Daddy. Daddy was in Grandma's refrigerator squatting to look for something on the bottom shelf and Grandma took the opportunity to help Josie sneak up on him with a cascarone. Daddy was within reach for her. Josie stuck her head around the corner and said, "Daddy" and when Daddy looked up, Josie threw it at his head like she was pitching for the Yankees! The egg hit Daddy on the forehead, cracked, bounced over his head spilling confetti on him and the kitchen floor before landing about two feet behind him. Daddy had a small bruise on his head and said hit hurt. Grandma and I were dying with laughter. After she recovered, Grandma suggested to Josie that perhaps Daddy needed a kiss on his boo-boo. So Josie went up to Daddy to kiss it better but stopped said, "Eeww, Daddy you have confetti on your head" and refused to kiss him cause he was "gross!" This, of course, sent us all into a laughing tizzy and Grandma just about peed her pants! Perhaps we are on our way to creating our own baseball team, Josie can pitch!