My uncle Gordon (the 4 flower girls’ grandpa) just sent me a *bunch* of wedding photos! Here are a few more to tide you over ’till the pro pics come in. ![]()
Before the ceremony:

Despite the title, I’m really not suffering post-wedding depression! Oh, no, I’m suffering post-wedding:
1) Antsy-ness. Any pictures yet? I want pictures! When will I have pictures? There has been a disappointing lack of snapshots from friends and family, and it’ll be at least another week until the pro pics come in.
2) Laziness. Unpacking from the minimoon? Meh, I’ll do it later. Why don’t I just sit and stare at my ring some more? Or practice writing my new name?
3) Disbelief. “Ooh, I must remember to have ___ at the wedding.” Oh. Wait. It’s over. Yippee!!! This leads to…
4) Excitement. NEVER AGAIN (until my at-this-point-nonexistant daughter gets married) will I have to worry about vendor meetings, wedding DIY, or the like.

I’ve got all my vendor reviews written up, and they’re sitting safe and sound in my laptop…at home…where we don’t currently have internet ![]()
So, for the sake of putting up *some* sort of relevant (and perhaps even marginally interesting!) post, I’ll publicly answer several of the questions I’ve gotten here and on Weddingbee these past few days.
Minimoon–a recap–Part II
AS asked, “why are all your pictures so blurry?”
Oh, come on–I don’t think they’re that bad! And the ones that are blurry–that’s because my camera sucks (it is flash-happy on autoflash, and doesn’t do so well indoors), and so do I. Buy me a Nikon D40 if you want good pics
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Sunday morning we woke up bright and early, and after a breakfast of leftover sugar cookies and kourambiedes (my mom sent a whole tray with us)…

we hit the outlet mall. Osage Beach is famous for its outlet mall–this thing is massive, and it can easily take a day or even two of shopping to hit every store. That would’ve been above Mr. Blueberry’s tolerance level, though, so we just hit a few places (my die-hard favorites): Coach, GAP, and BCBG. Gotta love cute stuff for cheap
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Because of Mr. Blueberry’s car troubles, we didn’t leave for our minimoon until about 7 pm–meaning we didn’t get to the lake until about 10:30 pm.
We got to the Lodge and checked in, and Mr. Blueberry asked the desk clerk if we could get a free upgrade since it was our honeymoon. We had booked a regular room in the main lodge; he gave us a two-bedroom, two-bathroom condo with full kitchen and sunroom that was a couple miles offsite. Talk about an upgrade!
Here are a few pictures I took of the condo, that night:
The living room:

Mr. Blueberry is gone to get new rear tires put on his car before we can run off on our minimoon (we were looking at them after the brunch and Mr. Blueberry’s dad noticed they were so worn that they had torn). Anyway, so I’ve got some time before we leave. These snapshots are thanks to Mr. Blueberry’s mom, my friend Robyn, and just a few from my own camera.
Me and MOH Katie before the festivities began:

Well, here I am! My wedding ended less than 12 hours ago. ![]()
My thoughts are too scattered and discombobulated to put them together in any sort of an articulate manner, so here we go:
(because I’m a pessimist)
THE NOT-SO-GOOD:
~They say that on her wedding day, all a bride’s problems just melt away. Let me tell you: This was NOT the case for me at all. Putting on the big white dress didn’t stop people from constantly pestering me, even though my two coordinators were following me at all times. I barely had time to talk to our guests, or even Mr. Blueberry, because I was continually putting out fires.
~Speaking of my coordinators, I had a sort of scary event: while at brunch, Lynette called to say she was too sick to make it to my event, and that she was sending her daughter/business partner, and their associate, in her place. This scared me–Lynette knew all my details way in advance, and knew just how things were supposed to flow. Would her daughter? YES. What could have been *very* bad and scary worked out marvellously–they were SO helpful, and we had some time before the ceremony to chat and relax so I was ultimately very comfortable with them. Couldn’t have gone better
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I’m getting married! In 8 1/2 hours, I’ll be Mrs. Hoops. ![]()
So, hmm…where did I leave off?
Wed. night bachelorette party was a BLAST. It was really wonderful–Katie, Stefanie, Mandi, Jess and Claire–my 5 best friends from high school. It was a night of unwinding and chilling with these wonderful girls down on the Plaza (yay! I did get to go back!). Oh, and penis straws, penis pencils, penis pins….yeah, you know the drill. ![]()
I only have a few pictures since my camera died early on, but…
Stefanie and I linked arms to drink our Blue Moons:

I woke up at 8:30 am. Before I did anything else–showered or ate my Raisin Bran, I was going to do a few things:
~Finish flower girl headdress/crown thingies
~Cut up the blue tulle for the reception
~Type up everyone’s ‘to-do’ lists.
~Glue together the elevated cake plates
~Fix the bows on my and Katie’s bouquets, and add ribbon to the boutonnieres
~Finish those damned luminaries (Mr. Blueberry’s doing it!)
Things I cannot *believe* I let wait this long, and are now taking my valuable time away from me. Guys: Don’t push off easy little projects until the last minute, it really isn’t worth it. But it’s gotta be done, and I don’t see anyone else clamoring for the job
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::Edit::
Shit. Just realized I forgot to buy the stuff for our day-of emergency kits. Who wants to run to Target for me?
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And the tulle for chair backs. And some wedding-appropriate wrapping paper. And two lighters. And bags for the flower girls’ gifts.
I admit, these past few hours I haven’t accomplished a whole lot…not that you can really see, anyway.
As soon as I finished my second batch of brownies, Dad came home and offered to take us to Strouds. If you’re not in KC, well, you’re missing out. Best fried chicken in town. Of course, since I have a gorgeous gown to fit into, I had broiled salmon.
But everyone else seemed to enjoy the fried chicken!
As soon as we got back home, Mr. Blueberry and I dashed to Wal-Mart and picked up a couple last minute items: corkscrews/bottle openers for the self-serve bar, votives for the fireplace arrangement and tealights for the centerpieces.
When we got back to the house, I saw Julie’s car in the driveway. She had tights for three of the flower girls, and wanted my approval on outfits for her family to wear at the rehearsal dinner. She said I was the most laid-back bride she’d encountered…HA! Fooled her, didn’t I? ![]()