Reader, I married him

At around 4.15pm on Saturday 17th May 2008 I looked up at my fiance and said 'I do'. I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. That's not to say that the day went entirely without hitches. The photographer is going down in family history as a by-word for someone a bit strange. I thought that when I was walking across the beach everyone was laughing at me and my entirely unsuitable for a beach dress which was a bit disconcerting but I thought to myself 'sod them all - I feel wonderful' and was determined to not let them get to me. I later found out they were laughing at my sister's complete inability to hold onto the back of my dress and ensuing chase for a corner to grab, just to drop it again. The vows were terribly simple. There were 2 responses to 2 questions each 'I do' and 'I will'. Unfortunately, I let Graham go first and he wasn't entirely certain of this. Still, 'I do' and 'um, yes' worked just as well. The flowers were absolutely beautiful and the cake was delicious. The venue was so perfect I can't even begin to describe it. All in all it was a bloody good day.

Nearly there...

Do not talk to me about work, I will only cry. On the other hand, they're so fed up with me sitting round doing bugger all (there's no enough work and only so much looking busy you can do) that they've given me tomorrow off so yay! This means that the dress maker who started off steaming my dress and is now altering it (only in minor and good ways) will get me back again tomorrow for another fitting, yay! I like being told how lovely my dress it :D So, this is it. Goodbye Miss Ellie J. When I return, it will be with a new name and a new husband. Wish me luck!

More cake stress

I have had more cake stress. I thought that I was over that!!! (for those of you who don't remember, I posted back in February regarding the cake saga). My planner just rang up saying that I'd confused the bakery by making enquiries there regarding the cake I previously wanted and now they didn't know how many cakes I wanted or through who or which cake. I, with a great deal of restraint I thought, managed to not point out that how was I to know that that was his bakery seeing as he wouldn't tell me!!! But, I kept my cool, confirmed that I had not ordered a cake through the bakery but had just made enquiries, I wanted the cake that I had ordered through him. All solved. Bloody hell though, if that man turns up at my wedding I'm going to tell him exactly what I think of him when it's too late for him to do any damage!

Not long to go

You know, how when you've been planning something for AGES and it's always just so far away and then suddenly it's right here, and now, and there's a multitude of things you meant to do nearer the time but nearer the time is here and passing and it's getting to even nearer the time and you still haven't done them? Welcome to my world. In 4 1/2 days I'm marrying the Most Wonderful Man in the World (TM) and I still haven't drawn up my place setting cards (or even bought the stuff to MAKE the damn things), I need to contact a bridal shop and see if they'll get the creases out of my dress (I'm not taking it to a dry cleaners, I'd rather get married in a creased dress thank you very much), I need to contact the reception with a revised number of guests, I need to burn the music onto CD for the reception (that's tonight's job, my parents-in-law-to-be are letting me use their computer, bless them, only Graham went to Brisbane with half the CD's I want...), I still haven't managed to pick a song to 'walk down the aisle' (it's a beach but you know what I mean) to and, to cap it all off, Graham went to Brisbane on Saturday and isn't due back until tomorrow afternoon. He'll be working Thursday, knackered Thursday evening and then fishing on Friday so I won't really see him until we get married. Aaargh! *deep breath* Other than that, everything's under control. No, really it is :)

A little something for the Welsh out there...

I went to a massive DVD/book/CD sale this weekend where there were supposedly hundreds of deals and I have to say, for the most part I was highly disappointed. There were no real bargains for sale, it was just lots of the same titles. No fun. I did, however, have to stop and have a bit of a giggle when I came across a pile of CD’s called ‘Songs from my Welsh Home’. Intrigued, I looked at what they had on the list of songs. Fair enough they had the perennial favourites like ‘Land of my Fathers’ (NOT ‘Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau’ grrr) and All through the night’ and then I got down to number 11 and couldn't quite believe my eyes... I think they mean 'Myfanwy'...

aaargh

I HATE repeating myself. For crying out loud, when I'm explaining something, why I've done it like that and the reason for everything (42?) LISTEN TO ME. Don't talk at cross purposes over me, don't tell me I've done it wrong simply because you're not listening, don't tell me that I've got to do it a particular way, which in the end turns out to be the way I did it initially because you didn't listen to a bloody word I've said! Also don't tell me to do things when I'm in the middle of something more important, you know it's more important, I know it's more important and then when I've just finished. Just handed it to you to sign, exclaim in surprise that I haven't done the other so non-important it may as well be invisible thing. Because that really. Really. Pisses me off. Don't tell me off for not telling you I've not got any work. When I have. Repeatedly. You've just gone and given the work to someone else instead and ignored me.