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My beloved hive, I have ten days left. Ten days. When we got engaged 19 months ago (good lord), I never expected the wedding to get this close. Since we’ve had such a long time to plan, I was lulled into a false sense of security, believing I had waaaaay more than enough time to do everything. Now that the day is so close, I’m finding myself needing to do a ton of things.
Due to um, unforeseen circumstances, there are still at least 7 people we aren’t sure are coming. A few of them haven’t responded to any attempts at communication, leaving me very frustrated. So, because of them, I have a few things left to do- placecards, seating chart, final totals, final cost breakdown… That’s totally a lot of stuff left.
Not related to those people, I have yet to hear from the ceremony musician about the music we chose for the ceremony. Was I a fool to give her free reign? Will I be stuck the night before doing programs? Hell no! If we don’t hear from her by Thursday, I’m going to print the programs without any of the music. Let that be it. My vindictive Scorpio side is telling me to leave her name off the program. 
Would I? Never.
Well, Southern California is in a State of Emergency. Fires are blazing all over the place and I’m not talking about the fires of love. 
All around us, family and friends are being evacuated, and people are glued to their televisions, waiting for a break in the deluge of ashes and embers.
While this isn’t really wedding-related, my MOH’s husband (and my future brother in law) hasn’t been home for days (and most likely won’t be able to for a few days more), since he’s out there fighting fires. Our photographer in San Diego has been evacuated. One of our readers will likely be evacuated. People are so distraught and afraid- waiting for the word to get out of town, or to go back home.
Please say a little prayer or send some good wishes for the Angelenos suffering. Even though the wedding is 11 days away now, I’m too focused on the news, waiting for a small miracle to happen. Let’s hope the fires cease soon, and people can get their lives back.
To all those who have already been affected by these fires- my condolences are with you.
Last night, after picking up his suit, Mr. Kiwi and I got into a big fight. It was the biggest fight we’ve had in a long time, and it took a little bit of yelling and crying to really get into the real issue below. From what I’ve heard from my “super fantastic friendly non-formal” poll, the final two weeks before your wedding are the most stressful you’ll have.
It seems like it’s the test drive before the wedding. As in, so… you just fought over the color of ivory versus cream. Do you REALLY want to spend the rest of your life fighting about stupid crap? If not, now is the time to get out. If you still love him despite all the tear-jerking arguments you’ve had lately, you’re all set.
Then again, as Mr. Kiwi said to me last night, things don’t get easier. They get HARDER. Though I agree with him about this, hopefully we’ll never get put under such pressure. Planning a wedding is hard- it’s time consuming, nerve-wracking, and causes you to doubt everything you’ve ever been sure of, even the groom! When you’re crumbling under pressure, and your groom doesn’t see it and help you out- it makes you doubt every feeling you’ve had. Will he be there to help me when I need him most? Why can’t he see I need help? Like I learned last night, since he doesn’t have x-ray glasses to see inside your soul, you have to tell him you’re falling apart.
I’m pretty sure my hopes for wearing my engagement ring on my right hand are dashed. I have two reasons for this: I have a pretty ring I wanted to wear on my right hand, and it only fits on my right hand ring finger; and the engagement ring doesn’t fit on my right hand.
In a fit of “let’s see what happens”, I transferred the e-ring over to my right hand. And couldn’t get it off. Now, I’ve heard about one hand being bigger/smaller than the other one, but this is insane. After cooling my hand in the office porta-fridge, I was able to suck it off with my mouth, but it worried me. I have a small red mark around my finger where the ring was lodged, and it hurts. My finger actually swelled!
So, instead of the ring being on my right hand, and transfered over after the “I Do”, I’m just going to have him slide the band down over my e-ring, and then switch them in the ride to the reception. What would you do? Would you leave the engagement ring at home, or just wear it? Would you keep it on your poor swollen right hand, until the moment of ring sliding?
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Mr. Kiwi and I had a big day yesterday! We both decided to take the day off, and get a bunch of wedding errands done. We woke up at 8am to get to Beverly Hills to get our marriage license. Besides another couple in front of us, we were the only people there. It was a lot less nerve-wracking than I thought it would be. On the advice of Mrs. Lemon, we filled out the application online, where they’ll hold it up to 15 days. I printed out a copy and showed it to the clerk in the office, we handed her our ids and promised that all the info was correct (to our knowledge). Application done!
Next, we went to the mall to pick up Mr. K’s contact lenses, unfortunately, it was a day that all his former students had off, as we ran into about 15 girls there- each of them asking why he wasn’t at school. 
After a quick perusal in Things Remembered (still trying to find gifts for the moms), and a slice of pizza at Sbarro, we headed home to pick up some things we needed for our next appointment: the bank.
I’m writing from the edge of my sanity, here. Last night we had our final meeting with the Father, who had tried to talk us into having a mass, telling us the ceremony would be short and meaningless otherwise. When I replied about my Dad’s side probably not going up to receive a blessing, he bet me Mr. Kiwi’s salary (he works there) that they WOULD. Well, I know my family, and they WOULDN’T. Two weeks before the wedding- I don’t need him to change everything we’ve had planned for over a year!!
When I came home, I had an email from the church lady, saying she had no paperwork for me yet. Um. I sent it via snail mail- at her request. What do you do when the only person who controls your ceremony has no idea who you are, despite talking to me many times?
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At last, my dad and I have decided on two songs for the father/daughter dance. We’re not sure which one to choose, as both are beautiful classics.
My Girl by The Temptations
Stand By Me by Ben E. King
I love my dad very much, and have always been his special girl. We hang out on the weekends and see each other a few times a week. I think that’s why I have such a hard time choosing a song. The good things about these songs are the length. Not too long at all!
Which one do you like?
In an effort to make it easier on Mr. Kiwi and I, we’re assigning tables but not seats. With a guest list totaling 140 people at the most, we’ll have 15 tables of random numbers from the full ten to a meager 6. It’s funny because we have a few tables that filled up fast, since we knew the combination would work, and was happy with it (and happy to LEAVE it).
Unfortunately, this flow of “perfect seat mates” has left us with a few unseatables. Unseatables are the guests who come alone, know no one, and aren’t particularly outgoing and friendly. So, as I know it’s wrong to seat them all at the same table (can you imagine a table full of non-talkers?), I’m going to have to place them at tables with friendly people and big talkers.
I want people at our wedding to be very comfortable, but when it comes to seating guests, it’s so hard to please everyone! As it is, I have to seat my parents at different tables, their families at different tables, and Mr. Kiwi’s mom’s side is seated at a different table from his dad’s side. Drama-rama! It’s so hard playing the diplomat at these things!
How are you going about seating these unseatables?
Mr. Kiwi and I attended our couple’s shower last weekend. Despite all my fretting, everything turned out great! It was a little awkward, as my mom arrived with us, and it was a good half-hour or so until her family arrived. I know she was a little nervous because she was trying to be on her best behavior, but still trying to be polite.
I managed to take a few pics, but it was so hot I just wanted to spread out over the air conditioning vent on the floor. Mr. Kiwi had a great time, and our families enjoyed meeting- from what I heard, at least!
Now, the pics, a lot of them aren’t good since I was trying to squeeze them in amongst hugs and squeals of “hi” !
Mr. Kiwi and I outside, bursting into flames.
I had my hair trial last week. I originally went in wanting one thing, but came out with something completely different! Okay, not that much different since it’s almost exactly the same as Mrs. Strawberry! Seriously, Mrs. S, I had NO idea I was going to come out with the same hair!
So I spent three and a half hours getting my hair done. It took so long because my hair is very long and thick and takes FOREVER to dry (two and a half hours under the drier on HIGH). To get the curl, we’re going to use perm rods minus the solution. It took about 15 minutes to take the curlers out and to pin my hair. So, since I’m planning on setting it all the night before, I won’t need to worry about the time!
Here are some pics my dad took (the kind man stayed with me the whole time, watching The Office on my ipod, and talking to me while I was getting fried- I mean, dried) after the appointment.
There are so many things I want to do before the wedding: get my legs waxed, get my brows waxed, get a facial, get a pedicure and a manicure, get my roots touched up… Unfortunately, I don’t have the time (or spare cash) for all of those, so I must choose.
While I don’t want to look like Baby Gerald from The Simpsons, I figure I can tweeze my brows myself. I can also shave my legs myself, since I’ve done it for many many years! Luckily, I’m not a hairy person, so I won’t look like this:
(Baby Gerald)
My cousin recommended Nailtique, a protein polish, for my problem nails. There are three different types of treatments, formula #2 (the one I use) is for nails that peel or are naturally soft. The polish helps to bond the peeling nails, making them stronger. Formula #1 (Oddly named, as it’s what the nails aspire to use after using the second formula, it said) keeps nails strong, but prevents them from becoming hard. What on earth does that mean? The third formula is a protein fixer. It’s a protein based thinner that will help restore and maintain a smooth appearance, without affecting the formula you use already.
As I was using our brand-new off the registry blender last night, I noticed Mr. Kiwi cowering behind me, looking at the blender with the look men save for when they’re standing in front of the microwave. No, not the “Can’t wait to eat pizza rolls” look, but the “I’m covering my junk so my guys don’t get all radiated” look. Now, the blender can’t hurt your junk (unless you try really hard), but Mr. Kiwi seems to think there would be some kind of jinx, or bad ju-ju for using a wedding gift pre-wedding.
I can understand why you’d be a little hesitant, if you were going to use a wedding dress from a broken engagement, or given a ring your FI initially bought for an ex-girlfriend. That kind of stuff is easily understood, right? Using a blender the month before the wedding is bad? Even if technically the blender/food processor is a shower and wedding gift?
With Mr. Kiwi hopefully getting his suit tomorrow, we’ve been planning on what to have the guys wear WITH their black suits. Our MOH is wearing a David’s Bridal dress in Cinnamon, which has a matching tie/vest twin over at After Hours formal wear- which seems to be the only place with that exact color.
So, we had figured out that the best man and my dad would rent the cinnamon vest/tie combo, so they match the MOH/everyone else. Mr. Kiwi and I were stumped about his attire- is he supposed to wear a matching vest, too? He didn’t think he wanted to match the wedding party, he wanted to match ME. So, instead of getting a cinnamon colored vest, he wanted an ivory vest.
For Mr. Kiwi
Mr. Kiwi and I always have the same discussion when it’s bedtime. I’m a late-nighter, often having to stay up past 11 (at the earliest) to actually feel sleepy. Mr. Kiwi is an early bird, getting sleepy by 9:30 every night, sometimes even in bed by 8! One of our biggest issues is the fact that I would like him to stay awake a little longer, at least until I get sleepy. This sure looks very controlling, but I have a (albeit small) reason for this: my parents never went to bed at the same time, and were rarely ever awake at the same time!
It just seems so… indifferent. Maybe that’s just because that’s the relationship they had, but I don’t want ours turning out like that! Going to sleep at the same time just seems very cozy. We’re still trying to hammer out a compromise; he’ll stay up later on weekends, and if he gets sleepy I’ll just stay up by myself- weeknights I’ll go to bed at the same time as him, but play DS or read with my booklight until I get tired!
It’s funny that we should still discuss this, as this Dear Abby caught my attention:
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Mrs. Kiwi, Los Angeles Age and Occupation in 06: 27, Bookkeeper Fiance's Age and Occupation: 27, P.E. Teach/Coach @ private schools in LA Engagement Date: March 31, 2006 Wedding Date: November 3, 2007 Venue: Radisson Hotel About Me: I'm a bookkeeper who failed high school algebra. I'm currently living in Los Angeles, literally a street over from where I grew up with Mr. Kiwi, my honey of three years. We have a jumbo mini-dachshund (seriously, he's huuuuge), and we're planning an autumn themed wedding on a shoestring, paid for by ourselves. The wedding date is my late grandma's birthday, I needed her there somehow, and that seemed like the best way for us. I can't believe I'm a Bee! I couldn't be more proud!
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