

With the addition of Rooney the puppy a couple weeks ago, there are now six members of the Pineapple household.
Here is a quick recap:
With surgery approaching I assumed that I would have a lot of free time to lay around and not move my right arm. So, I decided to look for some new reading material. Since I love reading wedding blogs so much I thought that wedding memoirs would be right up my alley. I searched amazon and ordered two, both were less than $1.50, brand new from the “used” books section. This is probably the only time in my life I could really relate to the authors and possibly get some insight as well.
The first to arrive was “The Toaster Broke, So We’re Getting Married.” It was short and sweet with a bright pink cover, fun right?

I mentioned in my life goes on post that Mr. Pineapple recently landed his dream job. One of the reasons he wanted this job so badly was the community in which he would be working. He is an alum of the Honors College at Indiana University of Pennsylvania and now he is also the assistant director.The students that Mr. Pineapple works with knew he was engaged, but it wasn’t until they stumbled upon his facebook profile that they also discovered he has a secret life, where he was known solely as a sweet and tart, prickly fruit.
At the end of the day yesterday a group of students presented him with a welcome gift, a nameplate for his desk:
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That’s right, I said it. Just.
Just a wedding.
Not the “most important day of our lives,” not our “big day,” not an extravagant party where we have to please everyone. It is just a wedding.
When it comes to planning our wedding I have asked for little advice from our friends and family. When I come up with an idea about a detail our of wedding I share it with Mr. Pineapple and he generally has one of two responses “sure, great!” or “yeah, I don’t think so.” It is a pretty simple system. This method works for us, because I get to be swept up in all the little details that I think are great fun and Mr. Pineapple doesn’t get overwhelmed with 10,000 typefaces.
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I have shared with you a lot of the little details of our wedding, but have yet to give any sort of “big picture” visual. What better way to do so than to create one of the ever so popular inspiration boards. (I guess a few of the images below are no longer inspiration since they have been created and/or paid for.)
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When Mr. Pineapple and I visited our first venue, the hostess kept mentioning wonderful places to put our cookie table. Our cookie table? Weddings have cookie tables?
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One afternoon last summer Mr. Pineapple and I were laying around the house being lazy when he asked, “so when the day comes, do you want to help pick out your ring?” My response was a quick, “no thanks, I love surprises and I trust you.” I tried to forget the conversation because it was still pretty early in the relationship and I assumed he was asking for future reference, way future reference. Apparently, not so much. It wasn’t long after this short exchange that Mr. Pineapple purchased my engagement ring.

He choice was perfect, a Gelin Abaci tension set rose gold solitaire with 26 little diamonds set in the band. It was simple yet very unique and, in my mind, perfect. Because of the unusual shape of the ring there were few options when it came to the wedding band.
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Last summer my car was broken down — again. This time a squirrel had built a nest on my engine block while it sat unused for two months. What I had on my hands was a dead battery and a whole lot of squirrel hair under my hood.
The squirrel nest, on a road in a neighborhood called Squirrel Hill, go figure.
Believe it or not life goes on whether you are planning a wedding or not. And boy oh boy has life thrown the Pineapples for some loops lately.
Mr. Pineapple landed his dream job a couple weeks ago. He now works in his hometown at his alma mater, Indiana University of Pennsylvania. He absolutely loves the job so far and I cannot be more proud of him. The downside? IUP is an hour and a half away from our home. These last two weeks mark the first time he and I have worked more than two miles away from one another. There is no more commuting to work together - which began very soon after we started dating, no more lunch breaks or quick trips to grab coffee in the afternoon. I no longer have a buddy to ride with me to work, first on the trolley and then on a lovely port authority bus. We see each other about 3-4 hours/day less than we ever have. Not a big deal, no. However, I miss him. It’s crazy because we still live together and have dinner together and run the puppy around the backyard together, but I miss him.
If you have attended a bridal show I am sure you have then received a call congratulating you on winning one prize or another. A couple weeks after dragging Mr. Pineapple to a fairly horrifying bridal event I received such a call. Congrats to us! We had “won” a free honeymoon. The catch being that we would have to attend at 90 minute cooking demonstration.