I'm...

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That's right folks. I'm actually in the middle of my busy season. (who knew I had a busy season?) Such bad timing too. I have so many wonderful pictures still waiting to be shown to you all. And I know you're all chomping at the bit to see them too.



I promise that one of these days I'll get around to regular posting again. And, I might even throw a new weekly post your way. But I need to make sure I can get enough info first.



I love you all.



*kisses*

***psst....that's a picture of a swamp. For those of you who are lucky enough to not know what one looks like.

So Sorry...

I apologize for the lateness in posting today. I worked from home today and yes, husband I actually worked. Hence the 5pm posting.

I adore working from home. It means I don't have to come home and worry about chores. It means Mr. Ozzy can go to the bathroom more frequently. It also means I can do all the monotonous work that should have been done last week in front of reruns of Project Runway and reminiscing through the first season of Heroes. September 24 cannot come quickly enough. And yes, I'm totally aware that's only 6 days away. I have waited forever for the second season of Heroes, b/c in my book that show only has one direction to go towards...and that's up. (FRWYING MAN!)

What was the monotonous work that I did today you ask? Well we recently printed around 3000 postcards for work. We're in the middle of recruiting for next year. It wasn't until we received the 3000 postcards that we noticed instead of saying September 21st, they said September 21th. (The twenty firth is now a running joke between my friends.) So I spent the majority of my day taking a sharpie and marking out the TH.

But Mim, why did you have to do that from home...it seems like carrying a box full of 3000 postcards home and then back to work is more work than necessary.

Ah, correct you are. This morning was the morning I...CHANGED MY NAME! Unfortch, I can't get a new license until Thursday b/c apparently the Social Security Office and the DMV are in cahoots to make me take more vacation time.

But now, my name is (almost) officially changed. All the remains is changing it at work and getting a new license.

I do have a question though...why is it that the women have to do all of this work? Why do we have to get to the Social Security Office at the buttcrack of dawn to take on a new name? Ah well, it was worth it.

Things I learned while changing my name:

• Even if you're the first car in the parking lot, it doesn't mean you're first in line.
• Lines don't exist at the Social Security Office.
• When getting a Social Security card for your newborn you can't just give them a birth certificate, you also need to present some other form of ID. I will keep this in mind when I have children and bring a stack of pictures of my newborns accompanied by a label maker.
• I now have to spell my name using the Trucker alphabet for customer service representatives. (V as in Victory...)

Tomorrow, I will be back in the office and near my wedding picture cd, promise!

*kisses*

The Cermony

I warn you now that some of these pictures will be a little dark. This is because a million an one people were taking pictures. These are pictures taken by my brother in law.

Here are the boys lined up waiting for us to walk down the aisle. You will notice that they are not on the traditional side. This is b/c I didn't want my cyst scar in the majority of my wedding pictures. And yes, I realize there is a thing called tradition and yes I realize there is also a marvelous computer program called Photoshop. But, since our hired photographer took over 1000 pictures I thought I'd save his assistant from having to touch up every single photo.

But, I digress. Aren't the boys handsome?


Then comes the processional of my girls. They walked down to The Vienna Boys Choir singing Pachalbel. It made me tear up. It was beautiful. The order is as follows:

SB:


Kogan:


Sissy:


My Sister:
Then my little elf and cherub. Notice the elf's faux-hawk!

Then me and my father. Some friends said they heard this weird sound and couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying. My sister thought I was crying. Our friend Perry thought it was hysterical laughter. I don't remember much...

Although, apparently when I saw husband I yelled "Hi Honey!" and then started giggling the rest of the way...see...


Cherub played with my veil the entire service...

I know that most of you are ready to kill me for wearing Crocs in my wedding. But we also walked down the aisle to the Batman theme song. It's how we roll.


Tomorrow: Family Pictures

*kisses*

Married Life Vol. 1

I know I promised to post pictures of the ceremony but if you remember I went off on a tangent last Friday as well...

Anywho...Since I got married almost 2 weeks ago people won't stop with asking me the same question over and over again..."How's married life?"

My answer? Also, always the same, "I'll let you know when it hits me."

That's right folks...it hasn't hit me yet that I'm married. I mean, sure it's nice to not have to say the dreaded "Baby, it's time to take me home" sentence anymore. It's nice to fall asleep on the couch and have husband wake me up and carry (!) me to bed. It's nice waking up in the morning next to the man I love...it's also nice to yell at my husband about Taco People.

Confused? Here's some insight into my brain. Sometimes I wake up from dreaming but think I'm still in the dream. I'll carry on conversations with no one and its only when my eyes fall on the alarm clock or another familiar object, that my brain registers the fact that I was still dreaming and that I need to go back to sleep. This phenomenon usually occurs when I'm excited about something. Like when I was in NYC the week before my wedding I had a dream and I remember sitting up in my bed talking on my cell phone to one of my friends about the wedding. We were planning her arrival, I believe. I finished my conversation and turned my phone off. A couple of seconds later I was becoming really frustrated b/c my phone wouldn't turn off and it was then I realized that the phone I was talking on? Turns out I had my comforter up to my ear. And turning that comforter phone off? I was hitting the comforter in my lap in an exasperated 'why won't this stupid phone turn off?'

Now these kinds of dreams have occurred all of my life. I'm quite used to them. Husband, though I have high hopes for the future,is not so used to them. Two nights ago he got home from work about the time I was going to bed. I told him not to stay up too late and to come to bed early since he had to work early the next morning. He swears that I was not in bed more than 45 minutes ahead of him but I was apparently already into my dream cycle...b/c when he came in I started talking to him about Taco People*. That my Taco People needed to meet his Taco People and so on and so forth. He was really confused and kept asking me what I meant and after clearly explaining to him that "MY Taco people needed to meet HIS Taco people" I realized what I was doing, yelled "I'm dreaming" into his face and rolled over and went back to sleep.

Welcome to married life y'all.

*kisses*

*To be fair to my subconscious...we had tacos for dinner that evening. I'm just saying*

Why didn't anyone tell me my dress was so large?

In the many fittings of my dress I never realized what a pain it would turn out to be. Don't get me wrong...it was beautiful and I felt like the princess that husband thinks I am while in it...but damn if that dress wasn't poofy.

Exhibit A: Trying to walk over to the church with dignity, grace and a serious need to not get my dress dirty...


Exhibit B: It took forever to get me into this position:

And it's funny too b/c you can see where the petticoat ends and the dress keeps going. Standing up was even harder.

Also, the petticoat...was the middle sized one. I don't even want to know how girls get around in the biggest sized one.

I don't even want to get into me getting up and sitting down over and over again at the reception.

Tomorrow: The Ceremony! Accompanied by yet another funny story.

*kisses*

I feel pretty...

I'm super duper perky today, which I know is only a result of my cup of coffee this morning and will wear off before 10 o'clock. But at least I'm perky now! Always look on the bright side of life!

Ok...here we go with some pictures of my actually in my dress...

Mom's making sure I'm fastened in correctly. We were running way behind and she hadn't even had a chance to put on her pretty party dress.


Sometimes she'd tie it just a little too tight!


Runyon helping me attach my veil. I think Mom was actually just jabbing the bobby pin into my head. Bride's wench to the rescue!


This is one of my favorite pictures. Have I ever mentioned how much I loved my veil? We made it. If you look closely you can see the beading around the bottom.


Showing off my comfy wedding shoes


And a close up...just so I can hear Margarita's groans all the way from NYC. You may think they're ugly but girl are they comfy.

Just in case you're wondering...that's a penny in my shoe. The saying goes...

Something Old, Something New
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
And a Penny in Your Shoe.

Remember that all you brides to be.

Tomorrow: trying to maneuver myself over to the church for the ceremony!

*kisses*

The moment (most of) you have been waiting for...

There it is...my wedding dress.

Tomorrow: Putting me into it!

I'm sorry, I was late for work this morning b/c I had to get a parking pass. So, unfortunately I have to get some work done. And today's post suffers for it :)

Also, please say a prayer today for the families, friends, and loved ones of those taken from us 6 years ago today. 9/11, never forget.

*kisses*