Destination: Somewhere Cooler Than Here

Girls, I've been bad and I have a terribly lame excuse as to why I haven't been posting. Its been hot. Not just hot, but lethally hot. As I sit here the temperature is 96°- with humidity 106°. That's hot enough to slap a severe heat warning on this part of Missouri. Sadly this has been happening since the first week in July. My electric bill this month is FOUR TIMES the previous month. Our wedding is three years and two days from now and I am dead set against anything other than an outdoor wedding.

I don't want my guests to feel like this!

Delta India Yankee

Alfa Bravo Charlie? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Do you know what I'm saying yet? You'd never make the A-Team. I love this Alphabet. Anyways, as soon as I introduced myself to the wedding blogosphere I knew I wanted to be a DIY bride. I couldn't do traditional. I couldn't do a church ceremony and a ballroom reception with the flower centerpieces in a regular vase. Forget the DJ, baker, bridal salon, and the pastor. This wedding is gonna be so US (ok, well maybe mostly me) and unlike anything our families have seen. That's not to say they haven't been seen on the web, because I'm pretty good at being a copy cat.

Puttin' A Ring On It (aka I'm So Original)

You knew this was gonna happen. I love me some Beyoncé and this song never gets old for me. If I had a halo ring I would totally have posted Halo instead. Alas, I do not.

Introducing: Mr. Bliss!

Mr. Bliss and I met through a mutual friend. I have never seen this friend face to face. Its kind of odd to say this with a straight face, but we met through a video game. I raided with our mutual friend. Said friend and I were Myspace (yeeeah, that long ago) friends and Mr. Bliss had seen my picture and wanted to get with me. Super creeptastic right?  Anyways, one day he chatted me up and it was history! Nine months later I went to New York to meet him face to face and this is what happened:

Introducing: Miss Bliss!

I'm assuming if you're reading this blog you may be wondering who the heck I am. Or might want to know more about me. If you don't then just bugger off for this post! (#1 fact about me: I like inappropriate British phrases.)

Cutterpede!

CUTTERPEDE! Cutter! Pede! cutterpedecutterpedecutterpede! /longbreath Ahhhhhhhhhhhhcuuutterpeeeeeeeede!

You might be asking for a little of what I'm smoking, but all I'm breathing in is the highly intoxicating smell of paper. And paper products. And other assorted office supplies. This stuff is my heroin. My mom used to often bring home the teeny packs of post-its.

 

Yay Post-its! This is my crack!

The Proposal. For Reals This Time

I grew up near extended family. My best memories involve lots of cousins. After moving ten hours away I don't get to go back often for holidays and the family parties it means. This past Easter it was the worst. My parents who until this week have lived five minutes away. They went back home to celebrate and Mr. Bliss has to work. I was not looking forward to it. Besides, the Easter before some girl decided to speed through a stop sign and totaled my car so no good memories there. The day before we both worked. The day before any holiday is n-u-t-s. We were exhausted. Like- bone weary. We both were laying on the bed in our nasty, sweaty, gross work clothes.

The Proposal...Just Kidding!

Whew, the tension! Two or three months after getting the tax money and then seeing it quickly fade away. I finally had to put my foot down. What in the heck was going on? Why the hold up? He told me he wasn't ready to get married; mainly because he didn't know how we were going to be in the future. He just didn't know. I was devastated. I was heartbroken. I may have cried for a week straight. He still loved me, I knew that. I just didn't feel good enough. I knew he didn't mean to hurt me and that growing up the way he did had a lot to do with those feelings. Once I calmed down I asked him to talk to two people about his feelings. The first was a good friend from back home who had recently (a year ago last week!) gotten married. I felt that someone his age could give him a super real feeling for what its like to get married. The second was his "Dad" (more on that later). Mr. Bliss' Dad didn't get married for the first time until he was in his 50's. Thankfully, he talked to them in a timely manner. If they had told him that it was a bad idea to get married I would have accepted that. Luckily, their advice was "You'll never know the future so do what feels right in the moment!" Hurray! Now lets get engaged!!