Wedding Planning Actually Begins

Finally, I’ve put money toward something. I bought Do-It-Yourself invitations online today. Seventy-five invitations with envelopes and 100 reply cards with envelopes cost me a little more than I’d wanted to pay for DIY invites, but $70 is still a decent price for some quality stuff. Fire up ye olde laser printer, and I’ll be set.

So, we’ve got the invitations covered. We’ve got Prout Chapel reserved. The University still hasn’t gotten back to us about the reception site. I still need to find a dress. We still need to find an officiant…

Well, at least we’ve gotten some stuff done…

Sweet Dreams are Made of These

You know how, before the first day of school, you would have those "I was at school and didn’t know what my classes were and it was the day of a test and I forgot my pants" dreams? This weekend, I had my first pre-wedding dream. Seven months till D-Day, and already I’m having them.

The wedding was out in the country, at someone’s house. We had to drive out there, and I think I had to go quickly from somewhere. Work or something. At any rate, I had to let my bridesmaids pack my bag and all my stuff, including dress, shoes, hair thingies, change of clothes, etc. Amy (my maid of honor) must have been meeting us later or something, because Mel (bridesmaid #2) was driving me out to the wedding site. We had a tender moment in the car, regarding how much I trusted the judgement of my closest friends, and that’s why I chose them all to join my in my special day.

When we got there, I had to go in the bathroom and change into my wedding garb. Instead of having one of my ladies come in with me, I had my mom help me out. I laid out all my stuff on the floor outside the bathroom door and came to some realizations: 1.) My dress was not pressed; 2.) All I had for hose were the knee-hi’s I wear to work; 3.) I had never gotten my dress altered.

I’ll stop the dream account there, because I distinctly remember some evil magical thing happening in the house, me having to carry my dress elsewhere, and two guests being turned into puppy dogs.

2 April 2001

For those of you who haven’t gotten to see “the rock” yet, I decided to post a couple of pics to satisfy the womenfolk out there. (Most of my menfolk friends don’t really seem to care what I’m wearing on my hand. Go figure.)

I haven’t really had the opportunity to give this page the attention I had originally intended. I guess ASP goodies will be added when I’m caught up on classwork and projects for my job… [sigh]

19 March 2001

The most incredible thing happened to me on Saturday the 10th. No, it wasn’t just me preparing for a stunning Spring Break in Parma, Ohio.

Aaron, my boyfriend of five years, proposed to me.

So… not only am I now a freelance Graphic Designer for my step-Gary’s company, CMM Specialists, but I’m also Aaron Schnuth’s fiancee.

Yeah… it may have been a less-than-perfect Spring Break, but at least I got to stare at my .38 carat rock for a week and think about my fiance…