Weddingbee

Dearest Auntie Flo,

I am sorry, but you are not invited to our wedding. I know how much we both enjoy our monthly visits together—even though you have been giving me horrible bloating and cramps lately. Mr. Cookie and I have a love/hate relationship with you! Every time you come to visit, Mr. Cookie has to rub my belly and says I become very irritable. But we both like that your visit indicates we will not be welcoming newly baked cookies to the family, just yet!

Recently, it seems like you keep pushing back your monthly visit. Your September visit is nudging closer and closer to our wedding date. I apologize, but during our wedding I just cannot accommodate your demands. Having my bridesmaid lift up my wedding dress, while I try to change a tampon, is just not an experience that I want to share with them. I also want my hormones at a steady level; I am already going to be emotional as is! In addition, Mr. Cookie and I would also like to get to know one another, in the biblical sense, if you know what I mean. We just can’t do “it” with you coming between us.
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With time starting to crunch, I have decided, no, am being forced into delegating wedding tasks. One such delegation was asking my MOH to find non-cheesy ceremony readings.

She is just beginning her Phd work in English this fall, so I thought who better to complete said task than her. But seriously, the non-cheese part of the ceremony reading quest was compulsory! Even though I heart Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments…” it didn’t pass the cheese test!

Any Jane Austin fans? Remember when Willoughby reads Sonnet 130 to Marianne in “Sense and Sensibility?” Romantic, but totally cheesy!
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Yesterday, I braved the horrors of I-25 traffic with my mom to attend my first dress fitting at Anna Bè.

We arrived at the salon 10 minutes late (I hate you traffic for making us late!), and we were greeted by the lovely seamstress at Anna Be, Mahin. She is a true gem. Her Eastern European accent is charming, and she is a wit of one liners. I laughed through the whole fitting! Unfortunately, she would not let me take her picture because as she put it, shoots of her usually entail her behind while pinning and are not flattering. Although bummed, I obliged.

Warning: Mr. Cookie read no further!

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Calling all Denver Metro Bees!

This Friday, where are you going to be?

At the Irish Rover Pub on Broadway for happy hour, of course!
Come for 2 for 1 drink specials, good food, and great wedding conversation! I’ll be there with a Weddingbee sign on the table.

Friday, August 8th 5:00pm
Irish Rover Pub
54 South Broadway
Denver, Colorado. 80209
(street parking is available)

Hope to see you there!

Ever since I moved back to Colorado from DC to be with Mr. Cookie, we have engaged in premarital cohabitation. And for us Cookies, it has been the best testament to the glue of our relationship yet!

The transition of moving in and possession blending was pretty painless. I had lived a nomadic lifestyle up until that point — all I came with were my clothes and books. Mr. Cookie provided the house, dog, and furniture. We settled into domesticity quickly – divvying up the chores and setting a routine. And just as we were getting comfortable, the little quirks started to emerge.

I would say, but Mr. Cookie will deny it, that it all started with once-used tissues lying around the house. (The similarities between Harry leaving used teabags around the house when he moved in with Charlotte and we Cookies are strikingly eerie!) I found this habit of Mr. Cookie absolutely disgusting, and when pointed out Mr. Cookie didn’t even realize he was doing it. This behavior stopped for a while, but then the once-used tissue began appearing again…
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Remember way back on my Pretty Women Dress Shopping Experience post, I mentioned that my photos had been accidentally deleted from dress shopping at Schaffer’s Bridal. Well, before I wrote the post I asked Mama Cookie, who took the photos, to please email me the pics. Searching high and low with no luck, she cited short term memory loss in thinking that she might have accidentally deleted the photos. I was bummed! But just like finding a twenty dollar bill in your pocket, what was lost is now found! Over the weekend I was helping Mama Cookie download photos to her computer, when fortunately, I happened upon what I believed to be the deleted dress shopping photos. Huzzah!

Warning: Mr. Cookie—if you still don’t want to see me in a white dress before I walk down the aisle, and you are reading this post, I suggest you read no further!

Without further ado, I give you the long lost Cookie wedding dress shopping photos…
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I was born and raised in Montana. Although this little country bumpkin’s heart was meant for the big city, I can’t get Montana out of my blood. It is an innate part of me, and no matter where I live or travel, Montana will always be my home! (I totally envy Miss Cherry Pie, and think she is doing a fabulous job in capturing the essence of Big Sky County for her wedding!) But for many reasons, Mr. Cookie and I decided not to get married in Montana. However, both of my parents decided that I needed a little piece of Montana at the wedding.

This arrived in the mail yesterday from my dad, who still lives in Montana. It’s a Yogo sapphire—my something blue.

According to to Rogers Jewelers:
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Eons ago, Mr. Cookie and I completed our wedding registry. I would say it was a pretty painless activity, but I learned more about knives than I ever dreamt of knowing!

As we completed this task way before I became a bee, there are no crazy photos of Mr. Cookie with the scanner (those things can be dangerous!), or me going cross-eyed as the salesman at Bed Bath and Beyond talked for an entire hour about knives. No joke! This cookie doesn’t joke when knives are involved! So, to compensate for the lack of photos, I have put together “The Cookies’ Guide to Registry Bliss!” My not-so-comprehensive 12 step guide — with tips and advice — on creating the ultimate wedding registry. Enjoy!
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¡Las galletas vamos a Puerto Vallarta! Translation: The Cookies are going to Puerto Vallarta! After much procrastination and the wedding creeping closer (t-minus 2 months), yesterday we booked our honeymoon south of the border to Mexico.

Mr. Cookie and I knew all we wanted after being surrounded with the love of our friends and family on our wedding, was a honeymoon filled with white sandy beaches, picturesque views and peace and quiet! There was a short list: Fiji, Hawaii, and Mexico. Fiji was too long of a flight for a week’s vacation, Hawaii was too expensive, but Mexico was just right! Mr. Cookie had been to Cancun for spring break, but I’ve never been to Mexico. Again, there was a short list: Los Cabos, Zihuatanejo, and Puerto Vallarta. To decide, we literally put all the names in hat and voilà — Puerto Vallarta it was!

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Sssshhhh! Please don’t tell Mr. Cookie, but I have a super secret stash of cookies in my office that are to be used only in case of emergency. Although they have been pulled out more often for situations not even close to life threatening, I find comfort in their sweet goodness.
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