I was looking through my wedding planning binder (yes, I have one!  yes, it’s pink!) and found a list of Do’s and Don’ts.  Let me share some that I liked best and will presumably find most helpful, with my thoughts in italics.

Do’s:

Maintain a sense of humor.  (no problem!)

Be receptive to your parents’ ideas, especially if they are financing the wedding.

Register for gifts; consider a price range that your guests can afford. (what?  It’s MY day.  They can suck it up.)

Eat well at the reception, especially if you will be drinking alcohol.  (But my dress will be fitted!)

Keep a smile on your face; there will be many photographs taken of both of you. (There are always many photographs taken of me.  I just usually take them myself)

Try to spend some time with each of your guests and personally thank them for coming to your wedding. (Do I have to?  I hate my guests…)

Expect things to go wrong on your wedding day.  Most likely if something does go wrong, no one will notice it but yourself.  Relax and don’t let it bother you. (Easier said than done…I’m sure…)

Don’ts:

Don’t get involved in other activities; you will be very busy planning your wedding. (Like working at a job?)

Don’t be controlling.  Be open to other people’s ideas.  (Again, what?  It’s MY day.  They can suck it up.)

Don’t try to impress your friends.  (Then why are we getting married???)

Don’t invite old boyfriends or girlfriends to your wedding, unless both you and your fiancé are friendly with them; you don’t want to make anybody uncomfortable.  (We’ve done something different and ONLY invited old boyfriends and girlfriends.  Should be interesting.)

Don’t schedule your bachelor party the night before the wedding.  You don’t want to have a hangover on your special day!

Don’t drink too much during the reception; you don’t want to make a fool of yourself on your most special day!  (I’ll save that for all other days.)

Don’t flirt with members of the opposite sex.  (Really?  On the one hand, how can I talk to people without flirting with them?  On the other hand…really?  This had to be included?  Really?)

I found this photo last night while looking for some other photos.  I think it’s great evidence of the fact that I have ALWAYS had wonderful fashion sense.

Oh, and I used to be a blond.  Here’s the weird part (weird to me at least):  that is BEFORE I played the violin.  How crazy is that? 

I’m not materialistic per se, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love getting presents.  What girl doesn’t?  (Especially on major holidays, of course.)  Chris’s mother insisted on buying us an engagement present, and in typical Hannah/Chris fashion we waited a long time to tell her what we wanted.  Actually we wanted until we finished our registry.  Then she also wanted to go ahead and get the wedding present she (well, I guess technically both his parents!) wanted to get us before somebody else did.  What does this all mean?  It means FIVE GIANT BOXES from Bed, Bath, and Beyond.  Two came last week and contained three pillows. Today when my folks and I got back from lunch there were three more boxes stacked up in front of my door.  WHEEEEE!!!!

Okay, I may be too excited.  I’m honestly not just getting married for the presents, but, gosh, I’ve been giving presents at weddings for years now and it’s finally going to be my turn.  I have never been one of THOSE girls who just wants to get married (Chris might argue with me, but he would lose that argument.  12 years buddy.  I waited 12 years.) but I am most certainly excited about our upcoming nuptials.  Or at least the party, the dinner, seeing all of our friends and family together in one place, and getting a ton of gifts, and finally having some decent stuff to my name.

Also I need more bookshelves for all of my books and music. 

She chose to perch on the box that seemed most precarious.

Before the boxes showed up (which I was worried about getting before I skip town) my parents came back through St Louis.  If you recall they were in town the other weekend.  After that they drove to Boulder, Colorado to visit my sister and attend a variety of concerts there.  They were on their way home and just stopped in for lunch.  We went to Basil Spice.  They didn’t stay long as they wanted to get on the road again. 

My father plans to be back in town in September as part of his "bike across america" trip.  Or at least he is planning to bike here, bike the Katy Trail, and continue on to Phoenix and maybe on to the Pacific ocean then.  Yup.  That’s where I inherited my hard-coreness from!

I ran outside tonight.  I considered going to the gym, but I wanted to give it a try.  The heat index was about 100 when I set out.  It wasn’t THAT bad, but it was tough—luckily the sun had basically gone down, but I still felt pretty weak by about the halfway point and ended up having to walk much more than I anticipated, and felt pretty faint for the last mile or so.  I also probably hadn’t quite eaten enough though, so I can’t entirely blame the heat.

It’s late, I’m off to bed!  I would do a delayed post, but MEH you can just read this in the morning if you want :) 

Hello readers!  Welcome back after a fantastic weekend.  I pretty much partied like I was in my early 20’s.  And lived to tell the tale, though perhaps barely.  I may have left my pride somewhere in June, or perhaps pre-Memorial Day.

I’ve got a few students to teach this week and then I am off to CHICAGO to visit my friend Karen and go to Avec.  Or maybe in the other order (Karen isn’t a blog reader so I can totally get away with that.)  Karen is one of my best friends from my freelancing days in Cleveland.  She’s now in the Phoenix Symphony during the year and with the Grant Park Orchestra (in Chicago) in the summer.  When I first met Karen I was totally intimidated by here, but after a few years I garnered enough courage to ask her to hang out.  The rest was history. 

My mom called last night and said she and Dad were just west of Kansas City and could stop in around lunchtime.  So my plans for today have changed a little, but I plan to go run ON THE TREADMILL DUE TO THE HEAT I JUST CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE followed by some housecleaning, teaching, and laundry.  Super exciting stuff people!  Someday you too can live my life. 

I collect pictures in a folder on my computer labeled "blog ideas".  Here are some I’ve been saving up.  I hope they make your Monday a little bit brighter.

(Chris, having a little fun before a concert at a church.)

Totally the same.  No big deal.

Stupid criminals.

Ooh, fantastic deal!  Only a slight urine smell. 

I have only done this once before?? 

What does that say about me? 

It’s a fish pie.  I forget why I have this picture. 

Do you have a good picture for my blog?  Send it my way!

I feel like the best course of action today is to stay inside. 

And perhaps for the next four days as well. 

Yesterday was pretty hot too.  Yes, I know, it’s July.  It’s supposed to be hot, yada, yada.  But I am still complaining.  And then, when winter comes, I’m going to complain about the cold.  And I will continue to get super excited about hurricanes and thunderstorms. 

I played a wedding at that church yesterday, followed by one at the Jewel Box.  Both were hot, but the Jewel Box was ridiculous.  It’s an air-conditioned greenhouse, so it wasn’t humid, but the sun was shining and I was sweating pretty profusely.  That black dress went straight into the hamper.

I followed that up with dinner at Copia for my friend Katie’s birthday.  The company was magnificent, the food was great, and the waitress was absolutely ridiculously slow and bad.  It shouldn’t take over 3 hours to serve 8 people dinner.

I spent WAY too long putting my hair in place.  I wanted to wear it in a ponytail, but I don’t think it’s that flattering…so I went with a side pony.

Okay, I am a big fan of Skinnyrunner’s blog.  She is one of my running inspirations—I am totally inspired by her awesome legs and want them for myself. 

Though, when I read that she didn’t like Bridesmaids, I was a little concerned.  But I’ll let it slide.  This time.

Here’s a piece of advice, readers.  Don’t wait to take pictures of yourself until your official photographer (that is, boyfriend) leaves town for a couple of weeks.  Or, never mind.  Do.  Or do not.

 

I like it!  P.S. that is the before and after a run pictures.  What do you think is better, mirror image photo or the double handed self-portrait?  Or should I hire a full-time photographer/mockumentarian?  Or some other option?  (Remember, not taking pictures is NOT an option.)