I’m glad people are Googling to find our site. That’s just delightful.
Dying birds? Thanks!

The man who saw it all coming...
When I was a kid I had an obsession with Nostradamus. He’s the 16th century Frenchman who purportedly predicted all sorts of things from Napoleon and Hitler to which Popes would be elected when. After reading modern translations of his quatrains I surmised that he was mostly full of it.
But lately… There have been some pretty creepy occurences.
What are we to make of it? Is this the end times? All that stuff the Mayans warned us about?
Well, it’s simple, really.
It’s my fault for becoming happily engaged.
Sorry!
Please note that this is entirely tongue-in-cheek and I in no way believe that any of my actions could directly result in the apocalypse. I just have an odd sense of humor.
The Date…not yet decided
Since the engagement, one of the most frequently asked questions Jamey and I have faced is “When’s the wedding?” And truly, we would love nothing more than to be able to answer this question – particularly me.

To Jamey's relief, this will NOT be us on our wedding day.
If I had an answer, that would mean the venue was already selected for the wedding, reception, or wedding+reception. Right now, that seems to be the biggest issue we are facing.
We’re in the process of investigating a few places, but so far our locations to potentially tie the knot are in Madison, Ga., the Atlanta area, or perhaps Pawleys Island, S.C. – somewhere in the Southeast region of the United States, if I need to be general.
Therefore, friends, if you have any suggestions or tips, I would more than love to hear them. I’ll be making a trip back to Georgia in a few weeks to do some in-person touring, and then we’ll hopefully have a date.
– Claire
