Inspired by Miss Bluebell’s post on the same topic…
Mr. Blueberry’s family and my family do *not* have a good history of meetings. All three key meetings (him + my parents, me + his parents, my parents + his parents) have been…interesting. It was nothing like the movies, that’s for sure.
Mr. Blueberry met my parents first. It was move-out day at the end of my freshman year of college. Mr. Blueberry and I had been dating for about a month. And the meeting was in the trash room of my dorm. Yes, you read that right–the trash room. So we’re standing there amid the recyclables, and Mr. Blueberry walks up the stairs where my parents and I are in the middle of hauling dorm stuff out to our cars. He’s very polite: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blueberry” he says as he sticks out his hand. But right then, some random person comes through with a big box (move-out day, remember) and walks right between us. Awkward? Yeah. Really. Luckily, they’ve moved on and really like him now. ![]()
My meeting of Mr. Blueberry’s parents went a little better. We’d already talked on the phone a couple of times. This was during the summer of 2005. I was living at home for the summer; as was Mr. Blueberry. I made the drive from Kansas City to St Louis in my un-air conditioned 1995 Mazda Protege (this is the car I’ll likely be driving for several more years, too):
Since you guys think I’m hella cool haha, and want to know more… 
Six Weird Things About Me:
1.) My first and last names are colors - also the character of a children’s series. In fact, the character even has the same MIDDLE name. Spooky.
2.) I used to eat dirt - a lot. And yes, I liked it. I was a vegetarian, I needed MINERALS, man.
3.) I can touch my tongue to my nose, sometimes it makes my jaw hurt. Despite what you may think, no, it isn’t attractive. 
4.) I had cataracts in both eyes at 19/20 years old. I had to wear the super cool black mega sunglasses. And I mean that sarcastically.
5.) I had a tail. Just kidding! I only have one dimple. It’s in my right cheek and the bane of my existence.
6.) My high school nickname (not chosen by me) was “Knobs”. Guess what that means.
At least they were more creative than using “Jugs”. Like Miss Strawberry, I was also teased in junior high for being flatchested. I guess they forget easily.
That’s Kiwi in a nutshell!

So, remember my eyelash post a long while ago? The general consensus from the comments (thanks everyone!) was to go for the faux lashes. While I really liked how they made my lashes extra long and flirty, I did notice that the density of lashes at the band really changed the whole look of my eyes in general… and not in a way that I necessarily wanted. Even more of a deterrent in the case for the falsies was Mr. Plumeria’s immediate reaction: “Ew. You look so much better without them. You look like a doll in those pictures.” *sees my face sort of fall* “Well, I mean, it’s really up to you and what you feel would look best. Do whatever you want.” Then, inserted hastily: “But, ew!”
I had a sinking feeling right away that they were not going to work, no matter how dramatic they might look, because I do NOT want to walk down that aisle to him with him thinking that I look like plastic. In the end, I don’t mind so much because I’m not quite expert at applying them anyway… and I can always save them for a night out sometime.
So I embarked on a journey to find the perfect mascara to give me some length, but without the unnatural look of the false lashes. The main requirements? Absolutely smudge-proof, even through potential tears, and absolutely clump-free as well: the two reasons I had liked the false lashes. If I could find a miracle mascara that could do both of these, then there would be no reason to wear fakes.
Here are a few more photos of our kick ass time pole dancing at Exotic Dance Central.
Our instructor who was amazing on the pole. She made it look so easy.

Mrs. Bee here.
Many of you chimed in on our Bad Bridesmaid open question today, and it got me thinking about how and why we choose our bridesmaids. Whether she’s a sibling, childhood friend, or your best friend, we all have reasons for asking certain people to stand by our side when we get married.
How did you decide who to ask to be a bridesmaid? Was the decision easy or difficult?
A while back I posted about the luncheon/tea that I am throwing for my bridesmaids the day before the wedding. Well, I’ve still been busy collecting ideas and when Mrs. Bee posted about Carolyne Roehm earlier today, I found this project which I think will be perfect for the petit fours at the tea!

In today’s hive:
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Miss Violet first introduced us to blooming tea last August, when she told us she was planning on using them as her wedding centerpieces. Now Rariteas is offering 10% off orders of $25 of their blooming white teas through July 1st with code MSWEDDINGS. Their hand-tied tea leaves are wrapped around a dried flower blossom that bloom when hot water is added. It’s beautiful, practical, and affordable decor for any wedding event… and yes you can drink them!

(via Martha Stewart Weddings Spring ‘o7)
My gown arrived last week, in the nick of time for our formal portraits this weekend (!!!), and given my dress track record, I can’t say that I wasn’t slightly apprehensive as I headed over to Debra’s store (Dori Anne Veils) to try it on and then take it home with me.
All I can say is: I shouldn’t have worried. The dress is even more gorgeous now that it’s in my size, and I cannot wait to wear it!! I feel doubly blessed because I get to wear it and get all dressed up twice: once for our portraits, and once more for the wedding. This is truly my dream gown - its crystal and embroidery details are simple but stunning, the silk taffeta is airy and makes delicate swishing noises, and the overall silhouette is exactly what I’ve pictured…

#1 I love Neil Diamond.
#2. I don’t like confrontation, but I’m good at it.
#3 I was teased for being flat chested in fifth grade. I now wear a D cup. Sometimes, I want to go back to those kids and be like..now what. Yeah. That’s right.
#4 I never fill up my gas tank all the way. I hate waiting for it to fill.
#5 I can do voices. Lots of them. Oh, and I still make prank phone calls.
#6 When I used to babysit and play board games with the kid, I would cheat.