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         <title>Do you know this crockpot?</title>
         <description><![CDATA[It happens to everyone. A gift brought to your wedding reception doesn't have a card. There are no clues as to who bought it for you. Asking your guests, "Hey -- did you get me this?" is too awkward. 

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So to whoever brought the Rival Versaware Crockpot to the reception in a nice bag ... thank you!

But thank-you cards are expected, and I've been very good about sending them out. So I feel pretty bad that someone isn't going to get a card. Maybe they'll realize it, contact me in a month and make sure I actually got the crockpot. (I did! And thank you, whoever you are!)

Have you ever received an anonymous gift? What did you do about it? What should I do about it? ]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 18:48:21 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Married and moved!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Hello world! Our wedding was completely amazing. A yearish of hard work totally paid off, and I think everyone was really happy with the ceremony and reception. Now Matt and I are in Denver (stealing someone's Internet because ours isn't installed till Wednesday), setting up the apartment and getting used to the idea of being married.

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But the wedding ....... so much fun!]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 10:35:20 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>My wedding: Been there, done that</title>
         <description><![CDATA[After months and months of planning, my big day has come and gone.  

There were no major freak-outs.  There were no epic catastrophes.  There wasn't even a cloud in the sky. 

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It. Was. Perfect. 

I thought I might come out of it feeling different, but no. 

I'm just the same old me with a different name and another ring on my finger. 

And I couldn't be happier about it. 

So as an old married lady who's been there and done that, I offer my Top Five Things You've Always Wanted to Know About Your Wedding but Were Afraid to Ask:
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         <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 10:47:13 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>So long (for now)</title>
         <description>For awhile. Just two very stressful days away from the big day. Part of me can&apos;t believe it&apos;s here; the other part of me is ready for it to be over. Neither is true, and there is lots to do, so I&apos;ll see you all on the other side. But I&apos;ll have a new name!</description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:11:33 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Brides: Need another worry?</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Sometimes I read things on the Internet and try to pretend they're untrue simply because they're online.

<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/10/fashion/weddings/10field.html?_r=2&oref=slogin&oref=slogin"target="_blank">This is one of those things.</a>

Hopefully your groom's exes aren't totally nuts like the women in that story, but the article does start good discussion on whether it's OK to put all of your wedding details for everyone to see. This is the age of self-importance where one thinks everyone wants to know everything they're doing ("Adrienne is making a pizza!" "Adrienne is catnapping."), but maybe there are some things that should be left unsaid. 

Too late for this girl, though! Five more days, friends. Just five more days. Thanks for all the little e-mails and messages of encouragement; I feel like I'm running a marathon! But I'm off to kickboxing -- yes, kickboxing, so watch out.

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         <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 16:46:19 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Going to the chapel and she&apos;s ...</title>
         <description>GONNA GET MA-A-A-ARIED!

Ladies (and maybe two gentlemen I know reading this), our Taylor has flown off to sunny San Diego to get married this Sunday. 

*alk;fglk;jadfhiyoaeriheahkler*

Can you believe it&apos;s already here? I can hardly get over the fact that it seems like just yesterday we were talking about how we wished the big days would already come, and now they&apos;re knocking down our doors. Eek!

Congratulations, Tizzle! </description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 18:34:33 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>How to not look ridiculous on the parquet</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Thanks to certain TV shows on other stations that highlight smooth moves on the dance floor, bear-hugging through Boyz II Men just won't cut it for our first dance. But I was so good at it! I could sway in one circle in the same spot for HOURS if I needed to. 

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But now I, and Matt, need to float on our feet in the middle of a crowd of 200. Ah! It was already hard enough narrowing down what song to dance to (hint: the King sings it), but we completely procrastinated on signing up for dance lessons. 

We thought we'd be paying for it, with our first lesson just 12 days before the big day, but our instructor is kinda awesome! My second left foot could soon be all right. ]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 20:43:32 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Exhausted-face: Hi, that&apos;s me</title>
         <description><![CDATA[So, looks like the ol' blog is starting to feel some neglect as our wedding dates rapidly approach. It's not like we don't have millions of hilarious/sad/inspiring things to say or that we're not thinking of you, loyal readers, but I have even been too tired to visit all of my time-wasting Web sites! Do you know how many <a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"target="_blank">cheezburger</a> cats I had to look at today?! A LOT, a lot more than the amount of food I've had that even resembles a cheezburger in the past several months. 

Candy: I miss you. Remember when we were friends? I could use you for a sugar jolt.
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Anywhoodle, Matt and I are not going on a honeymoon (gotta get to Denver and start working), so I am trying to schedule some relaxation time. ..... HAHAHA! HA! Ha ... we're only 17 days away. (Taylor is 11, just in case you are all keeping up, and I <strong>know</strong> you are.)]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 20:53:44 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>File this one under crazy</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I must be really small-town (hay Tomball!), but I've never heard of giving <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/24/fashion/24skin.html?em&ex=1217044800&en=6daca065fa34f19f&ei=5087%0A"target="_blank">extreme cosmetic surgery</a>, such as Botox, to your bridesmaids. 

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But according to The New York Times, injecting your best friends' faces with botulism is the newest way to say, "I love you!" and "Thanks for being a part of my special day!" Really? People are willing to do this? I guess some women would be stoked to score some free enhancement, but apparently it's sometimes mandatory.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:43:27 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>You look like you need 150 personalized beer openers</title>
         <description><![CDATA[It's finally happened.  My mother has completely lost her mind. 

It started innocently enough -- she'd call me every once and awhile, inquiring about any number of wedding-related projects.

"Have we reserved the florist?"
 
"Are you going to have a makeup artist for your bridal portrait?"

"Does your father know how much that costs?  Hahaha! Just kidding! Buy it!"

But then came a dark, dark day: The day my current mother and my future mother-in-law joined forces to discuss wedding favors.  

That's right.  Little pointless presents just like the party favors you used to give out when you were 10, but for like 150 people at five times the cost. 


<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="dumbjunk.jpg" src="http://www.beloblog.com/KHOU_weddingbelles/dumbjunk.jpg" width="130" height="106" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><em><small>The 'D' stands for 'Dumb junk you don't need'</em></small><br>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:49:55 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>My love-hate relationship with hair</title>
         <description><![CDATA[My hair is kind of pretty. It is shiny despite getting blow-dried nearly every day and washed with a two-in-one bottle of stuff. (Not because I have dandruff, but because I am always in a hurry.) 

But it is wickedly straight. The only shape it holds is the right angle it makes after it's been in a ponytail all day. Otherwise, it lacks volume and demands a lot of trimming. I guess we can't all be cats and clean ourselves. Felix is always looking hot. Look at him, lickin' his paws and fur. 

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So I'm getting married in the dead heat of a Houston summer, and my hair needs all the help it can get. Did I mention that my hairstylist backed out at the last minute too??]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:51:27 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Back to the future</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I don't have a DeLorean or anything, but tomorrow I fly back to Houston and hustle. I've gotta move out of my apartment, sort through what I'll want in Denver (should be easy -- I own no parkas or relatively warm clothing), sort through what I think Matt wants (first marriage test?), pack it up, wrap up tons of loose ends and ... 

GET MARRIED IN ONE MONTH!! I think this is an appropriate time to invoke the Europe song: <em>"It's the final countdown!" do-do-do-dooooooo! </em>

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         <title>This just in from the Dept. of OMG: 1 month to go</title>
         <description><![CDATA[One month to go until my wedding, people.  One month.  

This hit me last night when I was trying to go to sleep.  I've adopted a schedule not unlike that of a 90-year-old woman as of late, because I recently switched to the shift previously occupied by Miss Cody here at KHOU.com.  It starts at 6 a.m.

So, you know, it's 8 p.m. and I'm in bed, soaking my dentures and watching "Matlock" when my betrothed calls and lays this one on me:
 
"Just one month to go and you change your name! You'll be a married woman!"

It's not like I didn't know that was going to happen, but it immediately sent me spinning into straitjacket mode. 

Helloooooooo anxiety. 

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         <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:31:44 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Two announcements, 1 that&apos;s surprising</title>
         <description><![CDATA[This may not be breaking news to all readers, but I've left my position at KHOU.com. (single tear) Matt's clerkship is in Denver, so we are moving right after the wedding.

<em>But the wedding isn't until Aug. 16! Why so soon?</em>

I would have been perfectly fine planning a wedding while working, but planning that and a move is a different, ugly beast. We don't have a place to live in Denver yet -- you do the math. (No seriously, it's really hard, and I was a journalism major and can't do long division!!)

The good news is that I'll be blogging here until after we arrive in Denver, so this is not goodbye!

Now the other announcement, which is surprising and terrifying: My wedding coordinator has left Hotel Derek. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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         <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 10:59:58 -0600</pubDate>
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         <title>Party on, Wayne!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Party on, Garth! <em>Woo woo woooooo woooooooooooooooo!</em>

It's a completely appropriate introduction for an amazingly fun bachelorette party with my girls. (Except poor Becko, who was home sick.) The United States was well-represented this weekend in Austin, which I've decided is the world's best place to have a bachelorette. The food is cheap and delicious, nearly everything is walkable and the drinks are free (or $2). 

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Seven girls + cheap drinks + hot tops + ridiculous '80s/'90s dance party = hilarious pictures.]]></description>
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