Today marks five months until Kevin and I are married. Time is really slipping by now and it’s hard to believe that we’re well past the halfway point. I thought it would be fun (for some of you) to hear all the things that we’ve been working on recently and what is DONE.

• The save-the-dates are finished and should be going out sometime this week. Kevin, bless his sweet little heart, finished cutting them out sometime around 4am today, as can be seen on the time stamp of his twitter announcing his accomplishment to the world. And folks, it was no small feat. Those things were a pain to cut out and, poor guy, he knows what a perfectionist (aka, woman suffering from OCD) that I am and didn’t want to make any mistakes. Thank you, dear!
• I’ve contacted all the women that I would like to have serve as hostesses for the wedding and I am just waiting for a few of them to respond.
• Bridesmaids dresses are picked out and so far (as I know) one of the ladies has been fitted for hers. I love the dress and really wish I was getting to wear it, too. Though I am quite content with my own
• I had my first dress fitting! It’s fantastic. Saturday was the first time I got to see the dress with the crinoline underneath and it makes it look even better. It’s kinda poofy.
• I’m in the middle of ordering fabric samples for my veil. The one I’m getting is a drop veil, but I have yet to decide the length. Considering how detailed the entire dress is, I worry that a veil that is too long would take something away (even though I would REALLY like one that was the same length as the dress; that would no doubt get really annoying at the reception and I’m not taking the veil off).
• It’s time to get my tan on. Haters, be gone, because 1) I have naturally dark skin that tans in a minute, 2) there is NO history of skin cancer in my family, 3) nothing against yellow skin, but it sure doesn’t look good on me, and 4) my ancestors walked this land for centuries before it was stolen from them and they were half-naked in the blazing heat. I’m not concerned.

Heather and I will be going to a bridal fair in OKC on January 17 and maybe this year I’ll win something? It’s only the third time I’ve gone. Advice to other brides who may be attending: DO NOT put your address on ANYTHING at the Celebrity China booth. They really like to call you around 8-9pm. Especially nice for older ladies like myself who sometimes treat themselves to an early bedtime.

There’s a lot done and a lot left to be done. I’m trying not to stress out over the state of the economy and how that means some changes, as well as attempting to focus on the things that I have control over (realizing that doesn’t mean everything) and accept that there are going to be little things that don’t turn out exactly the way that I envision them, and move forward. This isn’t about what cake topper we choose, the way the flowers look, whether or not an arrangement ends up where it needs to be, or how many pieces of dangling crystal we hang from a fake willow tree on that day. It’s not even about that day. It is terribly cliche (an offense worthy of flaying, I think), but it’s a beginning. I need to remind myself that, while it’s very special, it’s just a day, a marker, a symbol—of something so much bigger. We’ve all been told that a wedding means a happy ending, but I find it really comforting (while absolutely overwhelming) to know it’s not that at all.

I did something to my back while bathing my dog. She’s 15 lbs. What will I do with children?

Since I didn’t have time to write the lengthy post I was planning for this morning, I’ll leave you with the following search terms that have recently led a number of individuals to this little blog. All I have to say is…that’s not available here. And that I really hope this isn’t trending and something we need to be watching out for.

edward spanking bella

(Monday Morning Coffee: Okie Blogger Edition will be posted sometime tomorrow!)

I finally got down to business and finished these puppies. Probably going out in the mail this week. If you are planning on attending and think that I don’t have your address, please email me at liz@misswisabus.com.

And, as a rather southern lady, I don’t have a problem with that, Marie

I’m having a little trouble believing this is her real hair though.

I understand wanting big hair, but I’m more of a fan of using what the good Lord gave you.