<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 06:23:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>My Wedding Rocks</title><description>The trials, tribulations, and excitement of creating the rock &amp;amp; roll wedding of my dreams.</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-2097871573000360316</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T18:46:37.057-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Wedding!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3763235399_0f95673df4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3763235399_0f95673df4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things have calmed down enough to write a post about my wedding. A year and a half of planning came together perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was obviously the main and most important theme throughout the wedding. We had real concert tickets made for our invites. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RSVP's&lt;/span&gt; were made using an AC/DC font. Instead of a wedding program, we had a "set list." Everyone in our bridal party had a VIP laminate. Our cake topper was a replica of Waylon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jenning's&lt;/span&gt; guitar. Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Segar's&lt;/span&gt; guitarist was one of the groomsmen and our officiant was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McGuffy&lt;/span&gt; Lane and is currently touring the country with &lt;a href="http://www.jonaleewhite.com/fr_home.cfm?mpf=frame&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jonalee&lt;/span&gt; White&lt;/a&gt;; both of these guys are two of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt; guitarists I've ever heard. And of course my groom had a one of a kind, custom made jacket created by the legendary &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manuel_Cuevas"&gt;Manuel&lt;/a&gt; of Nashville, Tennessee (he's made suits for everyone from Johnny Cash to Kid Rock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3764054164_e1abdf02bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical selection for the wedding was the ONLY thing that my new hubby and I argued over. The only song I was not willing to compromise on was what I was going to walk down the aisle to: &lt;em&gt;Love Song&lt;/em&gt; by Tesla. My brother played it perfectly (like he did so many times before when we were kids). The mothers and grandparents walked to &lt;em&gt;Love Me Tender&lt;/em&gt; by Elvis (my man is a HUGE Elvis fan). The bridal party got to rock down the aisle to &lt;em&gt;Loving Cup&lt;/em&gt; by the Rolling Stones, and the recessional was &lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; by Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3763282921_56af75e716.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The reception had a few choice musical selections as well. The bridal party was introduced to &lt;em&gt;Electric Rodeo&lt;/em&gt; by Shooter Jenn&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs153.snc1/5690_125765075189_554760189_3491459_7902792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ings&lt;/span&gt;. And of course my new hubby and I walked into &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kickstart&lt;/span&gt; My Heart&lt;/em&gt; by Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt; while our good friend, Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Catuela&lt;/span&gt; (the Rock &amp;amp; Roll Reverend from the &lt;a href="http://www.alrosavilla.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alrosa&lt;/span&gt; Villa&lt;/a&gt;) introduced us. Our first dance was &lt;em&gt;Rose of My&lt;/em&gt; Heart by Johnny Cash and the Mother/Son dance was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lynyrd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Skynyrd's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Simple Man&lt;/em&gt; performed by Blackberry Smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3763267335_08f58b66cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. I said it. &lt;a href="http://blackberrysmoke.com/"&gt;Blackberry Smoke &lt;/a&gt;played at my freaking wedding! YES! They rocked so hard that they blew a fuse! After a few songs from Blackberry Smoke, a legendary, local band, &lt;a href="http://www.rosieband.com/bio.html"&gt;Rosie&lt;/a&gt;, got up for an impromptu set. A couple of the groomsmen were in the band and the entire band flew in from all over the U.S. to join in the celebration. Then the Blackberry Smoke boys got back up on stage and closed out the night. It was seriously the most kick ass rock &amp;amp; roll wedding ever. Well...at least it rocked harder than any other wedding I've ever been to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other theme that was running through our wedding was a retro/rockabilly vibe. We both love that rockabilly stuff. He has a pompadour and has been working on hot rods since before he was born, so it was only fitting for us to incorporate our love for all things retro. We asked all of our friends with hot rods to drive them to the wedding. It made for some great pictures! And we actually bought a 1954 Chevy Bel Air hard top a few months before the wedding, so we had to make sure to get some pictures with our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' Girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3764064968_a2d8a17a5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And how incredible are our pictures? Thank god one of my best friends is an amazing photographer: &lt;a href="http://www.sharonelainephotography.com/"&gt;Sharon Elaine&lt;/a&gt;. We've known each other since 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and I couldn't have asked for anyone better or more special to capture all the special moments of my most important day. Sharon also did our kick ass engagement pictures. If you have a friend who is a photographer, make sure you ask her/him to take your wedding pictures. Friends know you and your personality and are able to capture the moments SO perfectly. Sharon did this flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3763245063_6dc6815624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our wedding day went smoother than I could have EVER imagined. With the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gracious&lt;/span&gt; help of friends and family making sure everything fell into place, my dream wedding day was achieved.&lt;br /&gt;There were certainly a few quirks the day of the wedding but I didn't let any of it bother me. DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF LADIES! It's not worth getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; out and bitchy over. Just let it all go. In the end, the only thing that matters is that you and the man of your dreams get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only two things I really stressed over were the guest list and the budget. We had 250 on our guest list and almost everyone showed up. I was able to cap off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; of people invited by finding a kick ass, cheap venue that only held 250. Don't get me wrong, I was super happy to have my closest friends and family witness my marriage, but each person invited meant more money spent. And since we didn't have a money tree growing in our backyard, I was constantly saving money over the past year and a half and buying at least one or two things a month, so I didn't have to blow a big chunk of money right before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all the wedding hoopla is over and I'm a little depressed. The one day I've been waiting for all my life is over...and it was spectacular. I married the man of my dreams and I love him madly. Next up...&lt;a href="http://ourbabyrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Baby Rocks&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy more wedding pics courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.sharonelainephotography.com/"&gt;Sharon Elaine Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fchristinesixx%2Fsets%2F72157621742998707%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fchristinesixx%2Fsets%2F72157621742998707%2F&amp;amp;set_id=72157621742998707&amp;amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fchristinesixx%2Fsets%2F72157621742998707%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fchristinesixx%2Fsets%2F72157621742998707%2F&amp;set_id=72157621742998707&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-2097871573000360316?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-3394625588584478439</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T10:15:17.789-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Wedding is in the Local Paper!</title><description>Heehee! We're total rock stars. Our wedding is SO kick ass that there's an article about it in the Columbus, alternative paper, &lt;a href="http://www.theotherpaper.com/articles/2009/07/16/music/doc4a5f2dc8bef2a874786037.txt"&gt;The Other Paper&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.theotherpaper.com/articles/2009/07/16/music/doc4a5f2dc8bef2a874786037.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! Only fact they forgot to mention...Bob Segar's guitarist is a groomsman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-3394625588584478439?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-wedding-is-in-local-paper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-6596199326984325848</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T13:25:31.770-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Party</title><description>My friends will tell you that I'm not a crazy party girl who likes to go out drinking every weekend. So when it came time to plan my bridal shower and bachelorette party, my ladies humored me and planned a wonerful, lovely and fun time. No tiaras, sashes, feather boas, penis necklaces or suck for a buck t-shirts. Just an intimate afternoon and evening with my closest lady friends...and of course lots of amazing food and booz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first half of the day was my "spiked tea party" bridal shower. Everyone came in their Sunday best with big, ridiculous hats. We ate finger sandwiches and scones and petifores and cupcakes and drank some spiked "tea." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343643814131522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkiNRJCd0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9vnQ5W3gvzE/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343782349881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkiVVOiQMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aCt-oPS14FU/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343936002675282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkieRoN0lI/AAAAAAAAAFU/reh5j4i3VVM/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344176168583890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkisQUOwtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9JAKgTsuvDc/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344281699520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkiyZcxEDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oIQqACvg1Eo/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up...time for a wardrobe change for my 80's rock themed bachelorette party! Hence, the totally kick ass invite in my &lt;a href="http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-bachelorette-party-invite-ever.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. We all got our spandex on and teased our hair up high and rocked out to all of my favorite 80's rock. Although there are no pictures of me with my hair teased to the ceiling, believe me when I tell you that it was and I had no idea that my hair could still do that. We even tried to record our own silly music video to &lt;em&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;/em&gt;, but it's REALLY hard to get 10 boozed up ladies to cooperate with a video camera. I have video footage that will never ever make it to the internet. And yes, I'm well aware of the fact that I'm wearing a Trixter shirt and they're from the early 90's. As I said on my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/hellonhighheels.blogspot.com"&gt;rock blog&lt;/a&gt;, it's the only concert shirt I had that matched my hot pink, 4" heels...and I just love Trixter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346638133265154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/Sjkk7j2WgwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7dpAKs469F8/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346785655455122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklEJaYfZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sqsZyDUDSfA/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346910361880226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklLZ-thqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xo2TugY6hpc/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347023978590322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklSBPC8HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MzGBwSmm5vA/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347154916168818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklZpA_1HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N9z8oJIOxrs/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347308616693522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklilmDtxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dGV7GLWtlaw/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347448985911346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjklqwgsADI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9VjZamXkbYA/s320/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks ladies for a fantastic evening of food, booze and good times. It's exacly what I wanted and I have the greatest friends in the world! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-6596199326984325848?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/bridal-showerbachelorette-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/SjkiNRJCd0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9vnQ5W3gvzE/s72-c/shower%5B1%5D.bach+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-3656710343319884898</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T13:39:10.522-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rhinestone Cowboy</title><description>My fiance takes fashion very seriously. So when it came to wedding attire, there was only one designer he was going to wear: Manuel. Ever since he was young, he always swore he would get married in a Manuel jacket, and now he is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are not familiar with Manuel, then let me help you. You know all those fancy rhinestone covered, super embroidered suits all the old school country stars used to wear? Think Porter Wagoner. Yeah, Manuel made a lot of those and now he's made a very custom, one of a kind jacket for my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are pictures of the wedding jacket...but I don't want to ruin the surprise for you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My fiance with Manuel in 2006 during our trip to Nashville. He said to Manuel that day, "I'll be back to get a custom jacket of my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/l_c171ea661ee0e1e64a10e37e4b8cfd12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Porter Wagoner wearing one of his many Manuels. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.obit-mag.com/media/image/8523_porterwagoner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-3656710343319884898?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/rhinestone-cowboy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-5113370206232777510</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T21:16:29.287-04:00</atom:updated><title>GREATEST Bachelorette Party Invite EVER</title><description>It's not your grandma's invite. It's cooler than any other bachelorette party invite you've ever received. Nothing says "me" more than this. And if you don't get it or can't grasp the concept of how kick ass this party is going to be, then you're probably not invited. F-ing genius &lt;a href="http://luluqu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quinn&lt;/a&gt;. Genius! I have the greatest friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 492px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/86/l_65aa22873f34480d80863b7e67f1dfa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-5113370206232777510?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-bachelorette-party-invite-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-8915396176185039941</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T21:37:09.369-04:00</atom:updated><title>Guest Book</title><description>I kept trying to come up with a really cool idea for a guest book. I thought about getting a cheap acoustic guitar and having everyone sign it. Then I found some pretty cool guest books on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. But in the end, the really cool guest book ended up finding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite bands, &lt;a href="http://www.blackberrysmoke.com/"&gt;Blackberry Smoke&lt;/a&gt;, happened to be playing in town one evening, so Jenelle and my mother-in-law and I decided to go see them. Greg was already at the venue, so we were meeting him there. We had some time to spare so we grabbed a cup of coffee and decided to peruse &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;. While I was there, I ran across the perfect guest book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://michaelrogerpress.com/images/LP-Record-Book1-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It fits our rock &amp;amp; roll theme perfectly! And there was one there with a hot pink binding. It was destiny. I'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-8915396176185039941?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-2793838206471205813</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T21:27:10.645-04:00</atom:updated><title>BUY ETSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><description>For those of you who aren't familiar with &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you should be. Go there now and check it out. Take you're time. I'll wait........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;.com &lt;/a&gt;is a home for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; crafty to sell their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool crafts. You can find just about anything you've ever imagined on there and some stuff you couldn't have imagined even in your wildest dreams. Sometimes the prices are little higher than what you're used to, but you have to remember that you're paying for handcrafted items. It's totally worth a few extra bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a GREAT spot to find everything you need for your wedding. From dresses to bouquets, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has it! I've already purchased items for my wedding from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; like my fiance's &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5377425"&gt;wedding band&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6067481"&gt;veil&lt;/a&gt;, and my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6340592"&gt;garter&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking for amazing, one of kind items that you won't find anywhere else, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; is the place for you! Check out some of the amazing wedding items I've found. I want to buy them, but I have to show some restraint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5110952"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.61387300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.59539844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5994681"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.34438345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.48462271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5913445"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.39204359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5570971"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.44740962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.59073350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-2793838206471205813?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/buy-etsy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-6035463567492026130</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T20:17:10.806-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hair &amp; Hair Accesories</title><description>I'm not an up do kinda girl. Besides, my fiance requested that my hair was down for the wedding, and that suits me just fine. So I've been trying to find ideas online and I found this picture, which I think is absolutely perfect. I would like my curls to be a little looser, but overall, I'm pretty sure this is how my hair will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314682842630847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/ScGL4xDf-nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j2e-AhSiJ64/s320/Hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then there was the debate over the veil. I fell in love with a veil...but it was $500, so that was absolutely out of the question. Then I found someone who could custom make a similar veil, but when I got it and tried it on...I felt like it was 1987 and I need a dress with big, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poofy&lt;/span&gt; sleeves and big bows. Then I finally settled on a cute little &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6067481"&gt;birdcage veil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.56630335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I knew that veil or no veil, I definitely wanted a flower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinator&lt;/span&gt;. It had to have feathers too. I searched high and low and finally decided on one...only to change my mind at the last minute. This is the winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 517px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.birdcageveils.com/images/fascinators/fascinators_birdcage_veil_118.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Of course, this is all subject to change once the lovely Ms. Casey comes into town and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assess&lt;/span&gt; the situation. It may all look stunning together. And then again, it may all not look so great together. We'll play it by ear. The only thing I'm certain of is that flower will most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be in my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-6035463567492026130?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-hair-accesories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/ScGL4xDf-nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j2e-AhSiJ64/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-6200231977344204252</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T17:50:04.766-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Love the Dollar Tree</title><description>With my wishy-washy tendencies, I couldn't make a commitment to any certain centerpiece. First it was going to be a tall, skinny vase with a single flower. Then they were going to be candy dishes full of hot pink and black candy. Then they were going to be a small bunch of hot pink flowers in a short vase. Then it was back to the candy dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After settling on my florist, the centerpiece dilemma was finally put to rest. Drum roll please...I'm going to have a small bunch of hot pink flowers in a short vase. Since my florist is a landscape architecht by day and a wedding florist on the occasional weekend, she doesn't have all of the florist neccesities. That meant that I was in charge of finding cheap vases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kick ass mother-in-law suggested checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.dollartree.com/home.jsp"&gt;Dollar Tree &lt;/a&gt;online. Jackpot! I found 4" vases for $1 each! And you can have them shipped to the nearest Dollar Tree store for free! YES! I was scared that the quality might be a little crappy, but there were no worries after I picked them up. The vases were amazing and incredibly nice. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313534475760045874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/Sb13dBF4DzI/AAAAAAAAADk/z2wGbxbb5vg/s200/vase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-6200231977344204252?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-dollar-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTFN_dfBHU/Sb13dBF4DzI/AAAAAAAAADk/z2wGbxbb5vg/s72-c/vase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-1820547826771402861</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T20:43:23.531-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kick Ass Engagement Photos</title><description>I've known Sharon since 6th grade. We made it through our turbulent teens and college years and still remained friends. She was always an artistic girl, but she really found her niche in photography. Lucky for me, &lt;a href="http://sharonelainephotography.com/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt; agreed to be my wedding photographer. I can't even express to you how happy I was that she wanted to be a part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of engagement photos only crossed my mind because Sharon had brought it up. I decided to do it because I thought it would be nice to send some photos to my family back in Japan. Sharon is super silly and sweet and totally knows my personality, so she was 100% down when I told her I didn't want any normal engagement photos. Oh no. We went all crazy. The house is courtesy of my bridesmaid &lt;a href="http://luluqu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; and her man David. And make sure to check out Sharon's website &lt;a href="http://www.sharonelainephotography.com/"&gt;http://www.sharonelainephotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/83/l_c8c5354a74af85a46214500ed2c6cec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 621px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/6/l_368aad458b567392524973cbcd80feea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 590px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/l_ef2abcc466b04eadb1a648f500334719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 594px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/94/l_fcdcaeb3b048fd895f4a8ba24f954155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/118/l_b90acfb8dfb2d14fcc0fc1d87c8b848f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_a52eb59a67ffcc6f02ca79e3ff2a1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/67/l_0f272a9d6e74d54c2418c58dde7887b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/102/l_50cff46aa91bbaa0871923ae23fa6a4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 596px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/l_362b8bc26a884c3e1e0308479f135e3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_1cc2c435cefe022fe5d47a7e19752d22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/60/l_f5496c106f8a480ca130d117ecf8b77f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 532px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/7/l_6d54846bd9f846a3a6fe5bb2bf85f256.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/44/l_763440ed42b24f8b91c5b395eb6e1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-1820547826771402861?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/kick-ass-engagement-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-3743708832279849310</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T19:59:27.636-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hottest Bridesmaids EVER</title><description>It's a bold statement and I have no problem living up to it. No really....it's true. My bridesmaids are HOTT. That's hot with two T's hot! Take a look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Jenelle. There's a pic of her in a previous &lt;a href="http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-las-vegas.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about he&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/46/l_b20613a8ee84a90b340ebc9ecd641979.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r recent Vegas wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://b7.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01202/72/29/1202089227_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introducing...my Matron of Honor, Stephanie (along with our friend Mark). We've been BFF's since 6th grad&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_ee3a7e1f0329d1a6dd5b2a14285cdf73.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. We've been through it ALL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/46/l_b20613a8ee84a90b340ebc9ecd641979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/46/l_b20613a8ee84a90b340ebc9ecd641979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Susan with her lovely man, David. She's my go to gal for style. Susan is a freelance make-up artist and stylist, so she'll be the one making me look pretty on my wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://b4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01546/45/75/1546805754_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://b4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01546/45/75/1546805754_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Charlene and I rocking out at a Tesla concert. We like to get together and sing 80's rock ballads at the top of our lungs. We're putting out an album. Seriously. We are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_756a855ab0fa842469b3680d5a977d60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/28/l_756a855ab0fa842469b3680d5a977d60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the lovely Ms. Casey. Casey is my hometown sweetie, and I was heartbroken when she moved to Seattle. She's a fiesty one, so watch out. Casey will be doing my hair for the wedding. No up do's here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/37/l_c10f9119eae148338b6298a1d1db000b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/37/l_c10f9119eae148338b6298a1d1db000b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is Hilary pictured here with her special guy Tommy. Although Hilary and I have only known each other for a couple of years, she's still one of my very close lady friends. She's super sweet. &lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/38/41/1070173435/n1070173435_178638_6196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/38/41/1070173435/n1070173435_178638_6196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out Crystal on her wedding day with her hubby, Brad (also a groomsman). I met Crystal through my fiance, and we've been friends ever since. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding, and now she's returning the favor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_e001313b522d69437d8f0f4cdbe5e575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 645px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_e001313b522d69437d8f0f4cdbe5e575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do I have seven kick ass bridesmaids, but I also have one amazing "production manager." Amy is probably one of the sweetest, kindest people I know. She's going to boss people around and get things done on my wedding day. Here is a picture of Amy in a Charlene and Christine sandwich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/44/l_c01913bae68c0a4571541aef4a694e0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/44/l_c01913bae68c0a4571541aef4a694e0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-3743708832279849310?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/hottest-bridesmaids-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-7870379551375606153</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T21:24:05.347-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bridesmaid Dress Fiasco</title><description>Bridesmaid dress are ugly. I searched high and low for a decent bridesmaid dress, but everything I found was cheesy or typical or just too damn expensive for a dress these girls will only wear once. It was my goal to find a bridesmaid dress my ladies would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the typical bridesmaid dress wasn't going to cut it, I searched on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a website of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crafty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who sell their goods. You can find anything from furniture to jewelry to clothes. While searching through the site one night, I found the most adorable dress that would work perfectly for a bridesmaid dress. I emailed it to all my ladies immediately in hopes that they would all love it as much as I did. Only one problem: the dress was $150. That's pretty average for bridesmaid dresses, but I was really hoping to find dresses for &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months later, I was trolling through &lt;a href="http://www.offbeatbride.com/"&gt;Offbeat Bride&lt;/a&gt; and ran across a post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trashydiva.com/trashydiva/TRIXIE2blackCOTTON.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://www.trashydiva.com/trashydiva/TRIXIE2blackCOTTON.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t a girl's holiday wedding. There were pictures posted and this girl had the most adorable bridesmaid dresses I had ever seen. I posted a comment to ask where she found the dress and she replied that she ordered them off &lt;a href="http://trashydiva.com/"&gt;Trashy Diva&lt;/a&gt;. I was at work when I read the reply, and my work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internetl&lt;/span&gt; filtered the Trashy Diva website out (because of lingerie), so I called my best friend Susan to check out the site and find the dress to see how much it was. Susan called me immediately and said, "You're not going to f-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; believe this. The dress is on clearance for $34." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Susan called Trashy Diva to make sure they had all the sizes we needed in stock, and they did. I called them immediately after that and ordered seven of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited patiently for the dresses to arrive...and I waited and waited and waited and waited. Nothing. According to UPS, the dresses were delivered to my house, but I never received them. I called UPS who told me to call Trashy Diva. Angie at Trashy Diva reassured me that she would call UPS to get an investigation started to find my dresses. Worst case scenario: they send me more dresses out or send me my money back. Unfortunately, I needed four mediums and they only had one left. Uh oh. I kept my fingers crossed that the dresses would eventually show up on my door step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angie to the rescue. She told me that the dresses run big and suggested that I just get smalls to replace the mediums. In the meantime, another medium showed up, so Trashy Diva was sending me out the two mediums and some smalls. They sent the package to Greg's grandparents house, and I kept my fingers crossed that the dresses would show up and fit my ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dresses arrived and fit all of my bridesmaids! Perseverance and patience pay off. My bridesmaids look amazing in the dresses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-7870379551375606153?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/bridesmaid-dress-fiasco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-8033819143802058508</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T20:46:59.385-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Dress</title><description>I've dreamed my entire life of choosing my wedding dress. Finally...it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search began at the Filene's Basement crazy wedding dress sale...only I had no idea the sale was going on. Greg's Mom and I went in the evening after all the hoopla (thank god), so the pickin's were slim. I grabbed a dress or two just for shits and giggles. When I walked out of the dressing room in the first dress, Greg's Mom busted out laughing. The dress was big and poofy and ridiculous. SO not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to David's Bridal one day on a whim. The sales girl asked me what I was looking for and I told her, "I want a strapless, fitted dress, kinda mermaid style. I like lace too. Like the dress on the mannequin over there, that's very similar to what I'm looking for." She ran off to grab me some dresses. What she came back with...was nothing I had described; she didn't even bring the dress that was on the mannequin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a local bridal shop with my bridesmaids in tow. They picked dresses. I picked dresses, and the sales woman, Willie, picked dresses. There was one my bridesmaids loved, and there was one I loved, but for some reason, Willie kept telling me about another dress I had to try on. So after trying on seven dresses, she brings me the dress. My first thought: yuck. It was nothing I would have ever picked, but Willie insisted I try it on. So I did and I couldn't take my eyes off myself. It was stunning. There was something intriguing, different, and very couture about the dress. I now had it narrowed down to two dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last stop was the bridal district in Cincinnati (yes, Cincinnati has a bridal district). There was a store there they had thousands of dresses from designer to knock off. They had the intriguing dress there only for about $1000 more. I tried on a few different dresses, but I kept going back to that one dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I decided that it was THE one. I made an appointment with Willie again to try on my two choices. It was a no brainer. I ordered the dress and that was that! I would post a picture on here, but I'm afraid my lovely fiance will run across this blog and see it. I will tell you that it's white, fitted, and it's a Melissa Sweet knock off. It's gorgeous and I LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-8033819143802058508?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/dress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-3061152909950766355</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T20:26:08.989-05:00</atom:updated><title>Viva Las Vegas!</title><description>Yippee!!!!!!!!!! My best friend and bridesmaid, Jenelle, married my fiance's best friend and best man, Josh. They got hitched in Vegas last month. I'm SO thankful we were able to make it. The ceremony was adorable and I cried. Greg and I thought about doing it up Vegas style at the Graceland Wedding Chapel (where Jon Bon Jovi got married), but realized we couldn't because our families wouldn't be able to make it. No worries for Jenelle and Josh! They had 30 guests fly out to Vegas for the occasion! Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2451/219/55/1412452226/n1412452226_249569_3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2451/219/55/1412452226/n1412452226_249569_3763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-3061152909950766355?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-las-vegas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-8292409860210799762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T21:20:29.004-05:00</atom:updated><title>Decisions, Decisions, Decisions</title><description>I've never been so indecisive in my life. The closer we get to the wedding, the dumber I get. I can't make decisions, and I constantly change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My groom isn't really into all this wedding hoopla. He certainly has opinions about the wedding, but overall he is not part of the planning process. That's fine with me. He's a guy. I don't expect him to care about what our colors are for the wedding or what our centerpieces are going to look like. By the way, our colors are black, white, with a splash of hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things we know we do want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GOOD music at all times.&lt;br /&gt;2. We're not getting married in a church because we are not religious. OK, so technically we are getting married in a church but it doesn't function as one currently.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our friend will be our officiant.&lt;br /&gt;4. The groom will wear a custom made Manuel jacket (that's a post all for itself).&lt;br /&gt;5. Since our theme is rock &amp;amp; roll, everything will revolve around that. From the invites (tickets) to the VIP laminates we're making for the bridal party to the centerpieces to the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more I can't think of. Most of it will probably end up posted on here. There are also plenty of other things I can't decide on, so that will end up on here. too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-8292409860210799762?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/decisions-decisions-decisions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-7055476314633455624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T21:09:46.141-05:00</atom:updated><title>Going to the Chapel...</title><description>Even before it was official, I was calling every venue to get prices. You know what I discovered immediately? The wedding industry is a rapist. They rape you on anything and everything they can. It's absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One venue will boast free rental...only if you spend at least $20,000 on food. Another venue is only $1500, but you have to buy $30,000 in food and drinks. You can only use their vendors. You can't bring in your own booze. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't have that kind of cash to throw down on one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first choice of venue: &lt;a href="http://www.valleydaleballroom.com/index.htm"&gt;The Grand Valley Dale Ballroom&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.valleydaleballroom.com/gallery/vdb/floor2_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only is it freaking gorgeous but it's also historic. It was a big band and swing club back in the day. The Rat Pack, along with many others, performed here. One of my best friends got married here, and the second I walked inside I fell in love with it. There is also the most amazing Art Deco bar upstairs for the cocktail hour. STUNNING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only one problem: I couldn't afford it. It was about $1500 to rent and I had to pick a beverage package and the cheapest one started around $3500. On top of that, is the price of the caterer. Although the price for the Valley Dale was much cheaper than every other venue I had looked into, it was still out of my price range. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky for me, I have awesome friends. I was feeling a little down since I knew I wasn't going to be able to book the venue of my dreams, so my friend Charlene suggested I check out a little place called the &lt;a href="http://gahannasanctuary.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gahanna&lt;/span&gt; Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;. It was cute, quaint and cheap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my future mother-in-law, Cindy, and I went to check it out. Charlene was right. It was super adorable and affordable. The Sanctuary was a church but no longer functions as one; it's a community center/event center now. There are beautiful stained glass windows everywhere and it has an old school charm to it. For the price, I couldn't beat it. I definitely visited other places that were cheaper, but they were also much trashier. And I could use a caterer of my choice and I could bring in my own booze. Score! So I wrote a check for the deposit and that was that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure you check out the &lt;a href="http://gahannasanctuary.org/photos.php#"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for pics of the venue. I couldn't get them to load on my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-7055476314633455624?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-to-chapel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-7681061579181115749</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T20:41:23.140-05:00</atom:updated><title>Will You Marry Me?</title><description>My friend David said, "A girl dreams of the perfect wedding. A guy dreams of the perfect proposal." My fiance, Greg, dreamed up something that I never would have come up with in my wildest dreams. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends of ours had mentioned going on the Lynyrd Skynyrd Simple Man cruise. Really? Lynyrd Skynyrd has their own cruise? Holy hell...we've got to go on this! So in January 2008, we hopped on a big ass boat along with 3000 other rednecks to enjoy four days on the high seas with one of the greatest southern rock bands to ever exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's rewind for a minute. In mid to late 2007, Greg said to me, "Baby, if we ever get married, we'll have to get married on July 18th since that's already our anniversary. That way, I don't have to remember a new date." Being the wonderful girlfriend that I am, I looked on a calendar to find out when July 18th was falling on a Saturday: July 18, 2009. The next day, I let Greg know and he said, "OK." And that was that. So we had talked about the wedding, but there was never a proposal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks before we left for the cruise, Greg's Mom emailed me and asked me what my favorite cut of diamond was. That really should have tipped me off, and in the back of my head I was thinking, "Maybe he'll propose on the cruise..." Then it left my mind when he got into a huge fight with his Mom the day before we left, "She's just trying to get me to do things before I'm ready and not on my terms!" When he said that I thought, "Well, looks like he's not proposing on the cruise." And any idea of a proposal was deleted from my brain permanently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go on the cruise and have some fruity cocktails, hang out with our friends, and rock out to some amazing bands. On the third day of the cruise, we stopped in Calica, Mexico. We all decided to go on an excursion to see some Mayan ruins. As we approach the last ruin, Greg runs up the front of the steps and I run up after him...only to stop half way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 907px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/70/l_d32a47b6c83a763fdd272803cccaeee9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those steps were steep and I was over it. I told Greg I was going back down. He kept reassuring me that everything was OK and that I just needed to climb the rest of the way up. I kept reassuring him that the steps were too steep and I was freaking out, so I was climbing down. Then everyone on the ground started telling me to go the rest of the way up and they'd take our picture. I thought to myself, "When am I ever going to get the chance to stand on top of a Mayan ruin again?" I gathered up what courage I had left in me and climbed the rest of the way up. Once I made it up there, I went to grab Greg so we could have our picture taken, but he had other plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/5/l_dd32b2d88743cf7ec390da2419850ee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He dropped down on one knee and asked me to marry him and I started crying like a freaking baby. He blindsided me. I TOTALLY didn't see it coming, even though I should have because ALL the signs were there. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What made it even more special was that our friends were there to witness it. There's even video of it and the commentary on the ground (and the bitchfest I was having on the way up those steps) is hysterical. If our friend Derek can ever figure out how the hell to get it off of his video camera, I'll post it on here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I ask you...does a proposal get any better or any more rock &amp;amp; roll than that? No way! I got engaged on the mother f-ing Lynyrd Skynyrd cruise bitches!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-7681061579181115749?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-marry-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118406194410841291.post-4057042456256761906</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T21:42:31.007-04:00</atom:updated><title>Allow Myself to Introduce...Myself</title><description>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little push from a &lt;a href="http://luluqu.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;, I've started this blog to document the ups and downs, the stress and excitement, and the happy and bridezilla moments of planning my dream wedding on a major budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm marrying my best friend, my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/snowblynd"&gt;rock star&lt;/a&gt;, my lover, my soulmate, my inspiration, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/22/l_d026281e59a0ec78af204f6f7549cb30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music is a passion for both of us, so it was only natural for us to gravitate towards a rock &amp;amp; roll wedding with a little touch of outlaw country. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Theme: Rock &amp;amp; Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Title: Sparkle &amp;amp; Twang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Budget: CHEAP ASS CHEAP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll splurge where necessary and cut every corner possible, yet still manage to have a classy and tacky wedding that we'll remember forever. I say classy and tacky because well...we're classy with a touch of tacky, like a velvet Elvis painting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118406194410841291-4057042456256761906?l=myweddingrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myweddingrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/allow-myself-to-introducemyself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (HellOnHighHeels)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>