Wedding Planning

Presidential Decisions.

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Okay, this is a big deal, so Jamey and I had to resort to the blog to ask for your lovely opinion.

Jamey has a specific piece of music in mind for when we first enter our reception as Mr. and Mrs. James Monahan. If you are familiar with some of our more quirky interests and habits, you might be familiar with the fact that Jamey and I are huge West Wing fans. As in, we’ve lost entire Saturdays to watching episodes of this show for hours on end.

If you’ve never watched the West Wing, you are seriously missing out. I implore you head to the internet or Netflix or wherever you get your TV episodes to download or rent Season 3 of this show. Right now. Have you gone yet? Why are you still reading?

Now, there are certain wedding-related things that have come up over the course of our planning where Jamey and I have come to a point of disagreement. Right now, this is one of those instances. Jamey is of the mindset that we enter our reception – our first public appearance as Mr. and Mrs. James Monahan – to this particular theme, from none other than the introduction of every single West Wing episode:

Yeah, tell me about it. It is ridiculous, but as Jamey would argue, “Ridiculously awesome!”

This is where we turn to you, gentle readers. (Or probably not so gentle in this case, since I can see Jamey casting the net far and wide across the internets so that he can win this poll in any way possible.) Granted, this poll won’t necessarily be the deciding factor, but I suppose it will give him more clout (and a sizably larger head) to argue his point that it is indeed the right choice of music for our grand reception entrance.

So, what do you think?

Wedding Chores

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In the midst of all the hub-bub we’re currently involved in, there are a few bright points. Very few if you don’t like dresses, flowers, and talking about dresses and flowers…

So tonight’s order, straight from Claire’s Mom, was to decide on our signature cocktail at the reception.

So, I present to you, my homework:

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Where were we…

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Well, well, well. What have we been doing these past few weeks?

This might be the longest hiatus the blog has yet seen, and I assure you we have no good excuses. Jamey might, since he’s been on the road quite a bit the past couple weeks, which is why I’m getting this post in now before he gets home and is an evening distraction once more. (See you soon, honeybunch!) Still, we’ve had some notable developments that are worth noting in the wedding planning and life planning arena, in general:

1. My dress came in! I made a whirlwind trip home this past weekend, which resulted in a 6 a.m. flight out to Atlanta Saturday morning and a 9 a.m. flight back into Charleston on Sunday. However, the 27-hour trip was fruitful; my mom and I scooted off to the alterations lady, giving her ample time to have the dress altered and ready by the Monday before the big day (keeping my fingers crossed that all goes to plan).

2. Jamey and I became godparents! We mentioned this activity over Labor Day weekend, I still think it was pretty special. I’ve never been an aunt before, so the fact that Jamey and I are now beholden to a little baby niece until she is a grown-up is pretty cool. We even got a fun photo of the Monaclan:

The whole enchilada. Props to my dad for taking this pic!

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The Countdown begins.

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I woke up this morning to a little alarm on my calendar alerting me to this:

Can we make it another 100 days? Only time will tell!

That is, 100 days until our wedding.  100 days until I, DCL, becomes DCM. 100 days until we are married.

I might be mildly freaking out now about things I still have left to do?

More so, though, I cannot wait for the moment that I first get to say, “This is my husband, James.” I think that will be a pretty magical thing.

Until then, I plan to power through the next 99 days. Thank you all for your continued love and support; you have no idea how much it means to the both of us as we move toward this amazing day.

For now, the worrywart in me is going to set another alarm for a 50-day countdown just in case I need a reminder. Because who knows…I might just need a reminder. But probably not.