Weddingbee Blog

Hello there! I feel like I should be juggling or something. It is so great to be here (oh, who am I kidding—bee here) as a blogger! I’ve been reading Weddingbee since early 2009 when I was a wee child (”When I grow up, I want to be a Weddingbee blogger!”), and now I’m finally here, sharing these pathetic secrets about myself. I must be the worst lurker in the site’s history, too, because I’ve only made a handful of comments in that time. I chose the Unicycle icon because it’s ridiculous, and so am I. Seriously, nothing is funnier than a bear riding a unicycle, unless said bear rolls over a banana peel in transit and falls down. Are you laughing yet? I can’t stop thinking of what Mr. Unicycle would look like attempting to balance on one wheel.

Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography

I couldn’t find a pic of him balancing precariously on anything, but here’s one of both of us anyway.

When Mr. U and I were deciding what character to be, I told him, “We have to be the Unicycles! It’s perfect!” and he said, “Is it at least an animal riding a unicycle?” I had to check and get back to him on that, and it was. It was clearly fate.

So here’s how I discovered I was going to bee a bee. (That’s the last bee pun you’ll get! [No it isn’t.]) I was brushing my teef before work one morning and booted up the ol’ PC to get some good Christmas jamz going (Miss Doe, back me up on this one!), and I casually checked my wedding email account, as I do. When I read the acceptance email from Mrs. Penguin I, embarrassingly enough, teared up a bit. Then I dialed Mr. Unicycle, toothbrush in mouth, to share the news!

Photo from Parents Connect

I shouted “Ohmygodguesswhat?!” while I literally foamed at the mouth (minty fresh!) and he, having been asleep only a moment earlier, had a mini heart attack. “I’maweddingbeeblogger,” foam, spit, gargling sound. He was all, “What? What happened? Are you OK?” and I was all “dsfkbuegbeuifbvhbeb.” Finally I put the phone down, spat in the sink, and repeated myself. I think he was more relieved that I wasn’t being robbed/kidnapped/forced to listen to Nickelback than he was excited for me. He’s excited now, though!

Want to know a bit about the Unicycles?

Me:

Personal pic

I’m a blogging and crafting enthusiast, and my day job actually involves writing about crafts for a living. I love celebrity news, Christmas, chocolate, polka dots, Lifetime movies, sewing, Google Reader, singing in the car, turning S’s into Z’s, Dad jokez, and magazines.

The mister:

Personal pic

He’s living in Wisconsin, getting his MD and his PhD because he’s an overachiever. He’ll be in school for basically the rest of his life. He likes photography, cooking/grilling (SCORE!), physics, watching football, singing the NFL on Fox theme, country music, rolling his eyes at me, geeky T-shirts, traveling, being hot, and literature (wait, aren’t I supposed to be the English major?).

The Unicycles:

Personal pic

We met during orientation our freshman year of college. We discovered that we were in the same physics class and lived in the same building, so we quickly became study partners (which is to say, Mr. U did my homework for me). We went on our first date in early 2007, which I didn’t realize was a date until Mr. U paid for my movie ticket. (We saw Children of Men. It was OK.) And we’ve been dating ever since! We enjoy singing along to the radio with Southern accents, eating ethnic food, playing on playgrounds, and thinking about the future (there will be robots involved). We’re currently living in separate states while we plan the wedding (him in Milwaukee, me in Chicago). We’re basically your typical sitcom married couple, except I’m the kooky husband and he’s the hot wife who’s always rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Gif via photobucket

When I tell a joke, I get this.

Our wedding will be a polka-dotted, retro-modern, yellow/gray/white, whimsical affair with lots of handmade decorations and details, surprises, and pretty things. My favorite part of wedding planning is buying random stuff from thrift stores and figuring out how to use it. We’ll be married at the church I went to for school back when I was a Catholic school girl (plaid skirts and all), and we’re having the reception at a country club nearby. (Don’t we sound fancy, dahling?)

I celebrated being accepted to Weddingbee by smuggling adult juice boxes into the poor man’s Footloose (the angry-pirouettes-in-an-abandoned-warehouse scene was superb; I’ll never be sad again), but now I’m back to bidniz—blogging about our wedding! I can’t wait to get started!

Any other lurkers want to give me a run for my money? Say hello to a fellow lurker in the comments! I don’t bite; I roll.