Weddingbee Blog

Hi everyone! I’m here and I’m married! The day was perfect; really amazing. I couldn’t have asked for more. Our vendors were impeccable and our friends and family all seemed to have a blast. I’ll be gone for awhile while I wait on pro pics (and figure out how to organize recaps!), but until then, here are some photos from Mr. B’s cousin to give you a little feel of the day.

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I’m getting married. It seems crazy to write, but it’s finally here. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m nervous, but that’s the farthest feeling from my mind. I am ecstatic to start my new journey with Mr. Biscuit, and have no reservations. Something funny happened to me in the past few days: I stopped caring that everything would look perfect and realized that all that matters is that we’ll be married today. That’s it. I never thought I’d start letting go and get to this point, but here I am.

Hive, I want to thank you for listening to me. From problems with a no liquor wedding to finding a new florist 6 weeks out, you have truly been there through all the wedding planning ups and downs. I will be thinking of all of you as I go down the aisle, because without you, planning would not have been as fun or rewarding.

And, I’ll leave you with this picture that I drew for my blog when I became a bee.
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Can you guess what this post is about?

Here is a hint:

And another:
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I know, I know…my post title isn’t original, but this song has been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, always while I’m super stressed. And then I think of GOB and his “illusions,” which causes me to laugh and stay sane.

via Joystiq.com

A lot has been happening and with one week to go with my planning, everything is now coming to a head. Plans are finalized, and my grandiose vision is slowly turning into reality. However, some stuff that I’ve previously blogged about just didn’t work out. Surprisingly enough, all of my DIY is coming together nicely despite my numerous rides on the DIY fail ship.
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Way back when, even before I came up with my Mad Hatter idea, I knew I wanted a Mad Hatter cake. I had seen it years ago on some cake show and thought to myself, “Wow. That’s the coolest cake ever. I must have this at my wedding.” Sure, I had other ideas about my future wedding to Mr. Someone-I-Haven’t-Met-Yet (OK, let’s be honest, Mr. Guy-in-middle-school-who-didn’t-know-my-name), but that cake was the only thing that stuck into my adult life. And that’s a good thing. If not, our wedding may have looked like Lisa Frank ate some bad clams and vomited all over the room. Well, it may look like that anyway, but at least we’ll refrain from having rainbow kittens riding on unicorns. I swear.

Everyone in my family has been on board with my Topsy Turvy/Mad Hatter cake decision. It was one of the elements of the wedding Mr. Biscuit was super excited about. However, no decision could be that simple for the Biscuits. Of course not.

I started thinking about how to design the cake and got nervous. As our “wedding journey” (wow, how pretentious do I sound, huh?) progressed, we began wanting the reception to have a slightly more elegant feel than we had originally envisioned. It also didn’t help that I was looking at old pictures of my parents and saw their monstrosity of a cake that was really “hip” in 1975. They had not one, but two staircases coming off their cake. And turrets.

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Hive, I wasn’t going to write this post because I was afraid it was a wee bit too personal for blog land. But, you know what? Wedding planning isn’t always a happy sunshine land that rains candy canes and I think it’s an important thing to realize. I had always heard there would be one big family fight during wedding planning, but I always thought I would escape it. And until we were six weeks out, I managed to stroll along without conflict. But then it happened: The Biscuit Flower Event.

You may remember way back when, I had an initial meeting with my florist who was friends with my grandmother. We wrote up a makeshift quote, and she was pretty rude and less-than-helpful. She definitely put me off, and I was told to come back when I actually knew what I wanted flower-wise. That was easier said than done, as I know next to nothing about flowers. Remember my brown thumb?

So, I eventually found proper inspiration—at about six weeks out—and came back to the florist with my grandmother.
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I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m not that great at thank you notes. As a child, we had a special Hallmark program to make cards on our computer and the most commonly used one had a turtle on it:

It’s not that I wasn’t grateful for my gifts. I guess I’m kind of a procrastinator. OK, that’s a lie. I’m the Procrastinator. I’ll formally claim my title—someday.

But I know wedding thank you’s are something I cannot put off.
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Note: Some of these pictures may not be considered safe for work!

Here’s my 10 step plan to ensure a ton of fun during your bachelorette party!

Step 1: Have a super fun shower at your parents’ beforehand.

I was lucky enough to have a nice small shower planned by my awesome mother and sister right before my friends and I went up to Pittsburgh to get our bachelorette on. The highlights were the games my sister chose: one was trivia about me and one was trivia about British sayings. No toilet paper in sight. A+ Sister Biscuit.
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Dear potential guests,

Our RSVP deadline has come and went. So far, we have 158 yeas, about 10-12 nays, and close to 140 that have not responded. I know some of those are nos, but we’re still waiting to hear from about 100 people give or take.

We were very benevolent when we began planning. We decided we would invite everyone, so no one was left out. Because of this, we chose the larger (but not as pretty or sunny) ballroom at our venue. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make so that we could have all of our loved ones (not just the first 250) join us.

It’s like the census, guys. Fill it out, mail it back. The return address is already on there. No extra writing necessary. If I can’t implore you to do so with my words, just consider the following warning:
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Hive, I’m about to have my bridal shower. I’m pretty excited, as it should be a good time.

My grandmother was kind enough to deposit some money in my checking account as my shower gift. Side note—any one else think this is kinda funny? Because she is showering me with money—so, technically making it rain? OK, maybe that’s just me.

Anywho, she gave me the deposit slip and then said that she wanted me to buy something “personal” with it. I was so excited that I had free rein to spend it on something other than something for the wedding. Then I realized that she may have meant:

instead of:
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Mr. Biscuit and I registered very early in the planning process. Like, last June early. I know, I know, I was jumping the gun a bit, but I was bored and spending way too much time in front of my computer while I was supposed to be studying for my boards.

After that deed was done, Mr. Biscuit and I started thinking. Did we really need a registry? Mr. B has lived on his own for years and can cook (yay!) so he has pretty much everything he would need for the kitchen. I like to bake and don’t really have the supplies for it; however, Mr. B’s oven is a glorified heating coil that I can’t bake in as I’ve been sufficiently spoiled by my parents’ professional grade oven, and we also don’t really have room for a ton of stuff as Mr. Biscuit’s house is about 1000 sq. feet. Sure, after I graduate we may move into a larger house, but until then, it would be kind of close quarters. And I don’t really like the idea of having close quarters with a pastry cutter. That’s creepy.

To be perfectly honest, we could really use a little help on mortgage payments over a new pot or pan. But, uh, it would probably be considered a wee bit crude to register for cash.

So, we decided the easiest thing to do was to register for nothing.
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to the Biscuit wedding! Our invitations are out, and aside for a few in transit—including one that may have been eaten by Germany customs, everyone has them.

So without further ado, see what I’ve been doing (and accept my apologies for the lapses in blogging while I was trying to get them out). Some of these pics were taken with an iPhone, so I’m sorry for the poor quality.

Here some of them are, ready to go:

The envelopes were made out of fabric, and the addresses were iron on transfers.
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Over the course of wedding planning, I have found that I become completely scatterbrained during the more high stress times. Well, more scatterbrained than usual. I call this phenomenon “Bride Brain.”

Bride Brain likes to manifest at inopportune times. Like in the Cleveland airport. Last weekend, Mr. Biscuit and I were on the way to Menomonie, WI (say that three times fast!) for a wedding. In order to get to Menomonie, we needed to fly into Minneapolis via Cleveland and we had only a 40 minute layover to get dinner, a beer, and reading material for the flight. Yes, all of these things were necessary.

Mr. B and I branched out at the Hudson News. He bought a cycling magazine and a music magazine. I bought Self and Cosmo. I chose to read the Self on the plane first, but got through it pretty quickly. So, I decided I’d move on to the Cosmo, even though I wanted to save it for the ride home. Well, I looked at the cover and what did I see?
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This past weekend I was in Menomonie, WI celebrating a close friend’s nuptials. It was a fabulous weekend, and a great trip. When we came home, we were greeted with a Facebook status from one of Mr. Biscuit’s aunts. It turns out that the hotel where we are having our wedding is completely booked on our wedding date. How did this happen?

Well, our room block has been long gone, as my side of the family and my friends jumped the gun and booked their rooms in March (thanks friends/family!). Mr. Biscuit’s family, however, had not booked their rooms yet.

And during that period of time between March and May, participants in a motorcycle convention booked our hotel. It’s the largest motorcycle convention in the area, called Mountainfest. If you’ve never heard of Mountainfest, a few competent motorcyclists and thousands of others who need their licenses revoked flock to my town and rev their engines for a weekend. It’s harmless fun, and the patrons are very polite and bring a lot of business to Morgantown, but most of the area does try to refrain from leaving their houses for those three days.
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Mr. Biscuit and I have yet to book our honeymoon. I know, I know, we have less than three months and we should get on that. I assure you, we’re working on it. We’ve had some trouble with the itinerary.

I’ve done some traveling in my 24 years, and I have a firm knowledge of what I like and what I don’t like in a vacation. I’m one of those people who loves Disney World or even—gasp!—cruises. There’s always something going on and something to do. I really don’t like laying around on a beach all day and have a hard time justifying paying thousands of dollars to vacation on an exotic beach.

I’ve also been to a few tropical-ish places. Hawaii? Check. The Caribbean? Check, multiple times. They were nice, but they just weren’t places I’d want to spend a huge chunk of money on for a nice vacation.

Mr. Biscuit didn’t really have any input in the matter (as per usual), so all the decision making was up to me. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to get Mr. B out of the time zone, because, well, he’s never been out of the time zone. Never. He has traversed up and down the EST, but really, those lines are like asymptotes for him. He can approach CST, but never reach it.

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