{Top Secret} Bridal Post

I didn't want to post these before the wedding, but since there are about 5 1/2 people that read my blog {and are the people who really care to see these anyway} I figured it wasn't a big deal.

Eat your heart out.

p.s. i'm getting married in two weeks. {insert lots [and lots] of excitement}

For B's birthday I took her to Ingrid Michaelson.

We are feeling excited.

Ingrid was, indescribable. We are feeling, well, indescribable.

We have to run through a dark, creep infested alley after the concert.

{mild exaggeration. i have to admit it now before B calls me out on it.

there will be another mild exaggeration at the end of the story. don't be mad}.

Okay, more like a poorly lit street, filled with weird people leaving the concert.

Regardless, we are feeling frightened

we are also feeling like running is the appropriate response




We are back in the car. Doors are locked. We are feeling safe.

{time out}


B. Why are we driving into oncoming traffic?





We are feeling like we wished we were running along the dangerous road again.
That was a better feeling.

*this is not an actual action shot. i had to fake it for the sake of the story

We are sitting in the middle of the intersection,

brights beaming on our advancing death sentence.

{mild exaggeration}

We just laugh

We are best friends.

lots of feelings attached to that.

In class we were assigned to read an article about a teacher and identify the improper practices she was using in her classroom. This teacher was making her 6th grade students memorize the Emancipation Proclamation, and if they missed or added one word they failed the assignment. As I was finished reading I said aloud to myself, "She's a idiot", in regards to this teacher. I said this at the very same time a girl in my class finished asking the professor how long the Emancipation Proclomation was.

Everyone heard me.
I'm now the girl that calls other classmates idiots.
No one asks questions in that class anymore.

My future as an educator is looking promising.

This is our final choice for the wedding announcement. Simple yet straight forward.
Do you like it?
(this is a joke by the way....a big joke!!!!)

One of my guilty pleasures is ANTM (that's how serious it is...I opt to use the acronym for America's Next Top Model because I know it sounds more posh). After many years of watching, I came to the conclusion that modeling can't be that hard. All you have to do is be natural. Why couldn't all those elimanated models figure that out?

Well, my first official "photo shoot" was our engagements on saturday. . .

From the moment the camera pointed our direction, well, to put it gently, Devin and I were embarrassingly awkward. Oh, and absolutly horrible.

For you to truly understand what I am trying to describe I am going to have to show you some pictures.





After a few (or a lot, who remembers?) Dev and I finally started to get the hang of it....






I'm really excited about how they turned out! If any of you readers feel inclined to submit these to Tyra for next season's cycle, I won't be offended.

Thank you to my wonderful brother-in-law for being our photographer, my sister for giving the much needed and appreciated critiques/insults, and baby Asher for being our moral support and inspiration.

the dream dress
hand made and tailored to perfection
every inch designed precisely from my vision
breathtaking silk and lace on sale
wedding gift from the seamstress...free labor
a fantasized wedding dress becoming my reality for $200

Happy Wedding, Happy Bride

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