I created a public album on Facebook and put my favorites in there.  Go check it out!

The wedding was absolutely wonderful.  I still almost don’t believe that it actually happened–it feels like something I dreamed up.  My friends wanted me to write a memories post–something everyone could add to–and I thought it was a great idea, especially since my memory is horrible.

It’s weird, but thinking about the wedding being over makes me a little sad.  I keep trying to remind myself how tired and stressed I got toward the end of the planning phase, but it’s still sad.  Maybe my brain is broken.  That would explain the crappy memory, at any rate.  I don’t know when I’ll get the photographer’s pictures.  They are sending me a disc to sift through and choose the shots that I want.  In the meantime, I created a Facebook album of some wedding shots we got with our camera.  It’s public, because I know not all of you have Facebook [seriously, what's wrong with you?]  You can see those pictures here.

Here are some of my more fond memories:

1. The way Mr. W, my friends, and family swooped in when I accidentally spilled a centerpiece all over one of the tables.  It was a few hours before guests were due to arrive and I broke down into a hapless puddle of tears.  I didn’t have to do a thing to put things right–they handled everything.  It was a very comforting feeling.

2. Standing in front of everyone during the ceremony [the pastor switched places with us so we were facing the guests instead of the other way around], squeezing Mr. W’s hands to death because I was so nervous and trying hard not to cry.  Mr. W was squeezing my hands just as hard.

3. Chad and Keith getting in the ladies line to kiss a blindfolded Mr. W.  We played a game where he had to figure out which kiss was from me [he did, on the second go round].  I can’t wait to see pictures of the guys kiss him though.  It was hilarious.  You guys are great sports!

4. Mr. W smooshing the wedding cake into his forehead because we were both nice when feeding each other cake and people wanted to see some wedding cake-related carnage.

5. Throwing like a girl.

6. The wedding party, after the reception, going outside and having a massive Magic Water Bead fight.  When we got back to the hotel, I ran a hand through Mr. W’s hair and a Magic Water Bead fell out.  Hilarious.

What do you remember?

School is over with, and I couldn’t be more excited.  The plan now?  WRITE!  I figured I should ease myself back in with short stories and take it from there.  I have quite a few ideas for a collection of shorts about romance gone awry.  One story is done and a few others others have just been sitting on the back burner of my brain.

After the wedding, I plan to throw myself back into the book Tim and I have been working on for way too long.  It needs to be done.  He and I are pretty close…I’d say we’re three-quarters through this draft.  And this is THE draft–no more major overhauls.  Now all we need is the perfect, attention-grabbing query letter that will not only leave its reader spellbound but frantic to pay us lots of money for our novel.  [If you know where we could find such a letter, please contact me and/or send it out on my behalf.]

In other news, with the wedding looming ever closer, I have become obsessed in my pursuit of pore supremacy.  I currently use the following:

• Pore-minimizing cleanser [mornings]
• Blackhead-minimizing cleanser [night]
• Exfoliant [monday and fridays]
• Biore nose and face strips [wednesdays]
• Eye puffiness takeaway-er [night]
• Toner [morning]
• Pore Perfect day cream [morning]
• Mattifying moisturizer [morning]
• Pore-minimizing night cream [night]
• Prescribed acne medicine [night]

I’m not sure, but I believe this may officially cross the line of too much skin care.  After using these products, my pores had better be so minimized that they are virtually non-existent.  Major expeditions will need to be launched to explore my face for pores.  If these products cannot make that dream a reality then it’s simply not possible to do, and I will be forced to resign my skin care attempts to live the remainder of my days in a state of pore mediocrity.  I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

Except Paris Hilton.

It’s almost time for Teri to get super excited about soccer again! The 2010 World Cup in South Africa starts off this Friday, June 11th. [Notice: I'm about to link way more information than you're probably interested in.]
FIFA Website
TV Match Schedule
Make Your Own Bracket!

The 2014 games are in Brazil, but the United States has put in a bid to host either the 2018 or the 2022 games. [Warren: Phoenix is one of like 15 or 20 candidate cities as well so... get on that.] I would love for the Cup to be in the U.S., as that significantly increases my chances of being able to attend.

In wedding-related news, I contacted my youth pastor from junior high / high school and asked him to perform the ceremony. His response was an ethusiastic yes, so that’s just aces. I didn’t like the idea of someone who doesn’t know me doing the wedding, you know? Like when you go to a funeral and it’s obvious that the minister did not know the deceased? That annoys me.

And in music news, I’m probably not going to attend Lollapalooza this year. There are a handful of bands I would like to see [Spoon, New Pornographers, Cut Copy, The Strokes, and Lady Gaga mostly] but they are spread out all over the place making it not worth the $90/day ticket.

They say that your tastes [or tastebuds or whatever] are supposed to change as you age. From that link I also learned that fish can taste with their fins/tail just as well as their mouth. I don’t know what you can do with that bit of information, exactly, but there it is–a free gift from me to you.

But I digress. When I was a kid I had all these ideas of things that I hated. I am trying them again as an adult and am discovering that [whether due to changing taste buds or sheer idiocy] I was wrong. I like root beer now. That may be an understatement. I daresay I love root beer [A&W]. And creme soda. I hated those things as a kid. And ketchup is moderately tolerable in small quantities instead of being the Horrible Goo of Disgustington that I had formerly believed it to be.

I’ve never liked ginger ale, except in small doses in a Boston Cooler [like a root beer float, but with ginger ale instead of root beer].  Mr. W and I bought some ginger ale and vanilla ice cream to make them and I thought, “I bet I’ll like ginger ale now, too!” So I poured myself a glass of the stuff…

I still don’t like ginger ale.