tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57510872023411720102024-03-12T22:47:23.845-04:00Canadian BrideKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.comBlogger381125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-71960643606209726942011-06-27T22:30:00.001-04:002011-06-27T22:32:09.783-04:00HELP - vote for Cheryll & Graham again!I blogged before about Cheryll and Graham. They are only 100 votes shy of winning her wedding dress. (Or at least $800 of it.) Please click <b><a href="http://www.bridalandbeyond.com/RomanticProposalPreview.asp?memberno=107878">here</a></b> to vote!<br /><br /><strong><u>Here's her story:</u><br /></strong>Cheryll looooooves butterflies. Her boy-friend planned an early spring trip to Niagara Falls, including a trip to the butterfly conservatory and tours of the local wineries in the former <b><a href="http://www.niagarafallsheritage.ca/heritage/show.asp?id=252783">honeymoon capital</a></b>.<br /><br />Cheryll and Graham spent the morning biking Niagara Falls wineries. In the afternoon, they went to the butterfly conservatory. As they walked through Cheryll was smitten and taking far too many pictures of all of the butterflies. At one point, she finally turned around and noticed Graham on one knee.<br /><br />Graham was speechless because he was so nervous so it took him a minute to get any words out, but he had tears in his eyes.<br /><br />When Cheryll saw this for some reason she thought he had stepped on a butterfly and was upset about it so she knelt down to him to comfort him, assuring him that it was an accident.<br /><br />He hadn't stepped on a butterfly, but he was still speechless. While Cheryll was trying to comfort him, it took all he had to whisper "Will you marry me? You are the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of mine with you."<br /><br />To give you an idea of Cheryll's love of butterflies, here is a screen snapshot I took of the facebook photos from the trip. You can see the photo right after her engagement of them in front of the cherry tree in the bottom row ... but the majority of the photos involved butterflies!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRSCiyvNQ1OVMg8ISmcHLu4dDaijHQwAwDJJ_XwSjMQBhNAb8p0Z9byaspDFf3FHuRd0EwpvNtMaSLOUXurQUDWvH-QnqB-WvkZKqilERBcj2jvholW3n34Y_BmmM3MDsyfBroApsrV4/s1600/cheryll.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614933953769939954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRSCiyvNQ1OVMg8ISmcHLu4dDaijHQwAwDJJ_XwSjMQBhNAb8p0Z9byaspDFf3FHuRd0EwpvNtMaSLOUXurQUDWvH-QnqB-WvkZKqilERBcj2jvholW3n34Y_BmmM3MDsyfBroApsrV4/s320/cheryll.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size:+14;">AND please feel free to re post this on your blog or tweet it! They need the votes by midnight tomorrow (Tuesday, June 28).</span><br /></b>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-53205503968499344152011-06-06T06:00:00.003-04:002011-06-06T06:00:13.855-04:00Help a bride win a dress!Obviously, I'm not the bride winning the dress! My 2nd anniversary is TODAY!<br /><br />But help my friend Cheryll. This contest is to win her wedding dress. Click <b><br /><a href="http://www.bridalandbeyond.com/RomanticProposalPreview.asp?memberno=107878">here</a></b> to vote!<br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><u>Here's her story:</u><br /></strong>Girly Cheryll looooooves butterflies. Her macho boy-friend planned a spring trip to a butterfly conservatory near Niagara Falls, followed by some time actually visiting what used to be the <b><a href="http://www.niagarafallsheritage.ca/heritage/show.asp?id=252783">honeymoon capital</a></b>.<br /><br />Cheryll and Graham spent the morning biking Niagara Falls wineries. In the afternoon, they went to the butterfly conservatory. As they walked through Cheryll was smitten and taking far too many pictures of all of the butterflies. At one point, she finally turned around and noticed Graham on one knee.<br /><br />Graham was speechless because he was so nervous so it took him a minute to get any words out, but he had tears in his eyes (he is very manly and never cries so it is adorable).<br /><br />When Cheryll saw this for some reason she thought he had stepped on a butterfly and was upset about it so she knelt down to him to comfort him!<br /><br />Of course, he hadn't stepped on a butterfly, and it took all he had to whisper "Will you marry me? You are the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of mine with you."<br /><br />To give you an idea of Cheryll's love of butterflies, here is a screen snapshot I took of the facebook photos from the trip. You can see the photo right after her engagement of them in front of the cherry tree in the bottom row ... but the majority of the photos involved butterflies!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRSCiyvNQ1OVMg8ISmcHLu4dDaijHQwAwDJJ_XwSjMQBhNAb8p0Z9byaspDFf3FHuRd0EwpvNtMaSLOUXurQUDWvH-QnqB-WvkZKqilERBcj2jvholW3n34Y_BmmM3MDsyfBroApsrV4/s1600/cheryll.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRSCiyvNQ1OVMg8ISmcHLu4dDaijHQwAwDJJ_XwSjMQBhNAb8p0Z9byaspDFf3FHuRd0EwpvNtMaSLOUXurQUDWvH-QnqB-WvkZKqilERBcj2jvholW3n34Y_BmmM3MDsyfBroApsrV4/s320/cheryll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614933953769939954" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-25471149994591574462010-06-06T19:57:00.003-04:002010-06-06T21:19:59.360-04:00June 6, 2009A year ... a year? Really? I must be "grown up" because I'm marvelling how quickly a year can pass.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippzY89VonPWH538-ZqpYR0iQDYMNJ2R8ZdUf5ENlM4CAwJTrf-v7raO1SkJq9wpSJFggczuyI029icxqICP1qM4cH69t1kASYUlKEXDCSfpkx8qFCARpg9cM0JiJcam8oQa3A3r5Eg84/s1600/picture+6.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippzY89VonPWH538-ZqpYR0iQDYMNJ2R8ZdUf5ENlM4CAwJTrf-v7raO1SkJq9wpSJFggczuyI029icxqICP1qM4cH69t1kASYUlKEXDCSfpkx8qFCARpg9cM0JiJcam8oQa3A3r5Eg84/s320/picture+6.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479814650036225890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQUPAMVj-SbXEmXuJIhvjatZKvve_UJ70Ga_zUVs4bh94eLT1w3VT67LsKF13xe-uWiTqRK2JOasf-H6MlicbwiXCyvHhvs4_71I4tppkaHL61zOBPQKTeUo-CHamLsROjX_vWigbkaE/s1600/Picture+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQUPAMVj-SbXEmXuJIhvjatZKvve_UJ70Ga_zUVs4bh94eLT1w3VT67LsKF13xe-uWiTqRK2JOasf-H6MlicbwiXCyvHhvs4_71I4tppkaHL61zOBPQKTeUo-CHamLsROjX_vWigbkaE/s320/Picture+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479814638345449154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagBTIFEtP-6qL2yuqBH_1L702LMKDf4rfJA-WYT5fGsjQ4-W9r39D2ugUDKAQfdU8YsTIvU4Ia7d3x9Ho_VdSmb9tKx8j_EJZq1G6WgoXhoDs0mc9WzfEhKnVLHaZWswXOStIRSP8NOk/s1600/Picture+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagBTIFEtP-6qL2yuqBH_1L702LMKDf4rfJA-WYT5fGsjQ4-W9r39D2ugUDKAQfdU8YsTIvU4Ia7d3x9Ho_VdSmb9tKx8j_EJZq1G6WgoXhoDs0mc9WzfEhKnVLHaZWswXOStIRSP8NOk/s320/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479814633729335090" /></a><br /><br /><i>I'd post more pics, but for some reason it takes forever-and-a-day to upload pictures to blogger.</i>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-75723638463190632742009-12-06T23:03:00.001-05:002009-12-06T23:03:30.543-05:00Wedding NewsI met my friend Jenn in England. She's from Nova Scotia, specifically from a very small town just a few minutes down the road from the very small town my Grandma grew up in. In spite of living so far apart (Ontario to Nova Scotia is 1500 km / 950 miles), we have kept in touch.<br /><br />Jenn recently shared this story of her grandfather: <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJMSekgjZXw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJMSekgjZXw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Isn't that adorable? I loved it when Roberta refers to her new groom as her "toy boy". May we all be so filled with life in our 80s.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-58532165180483272642009-10-07T14:59:00.002-04:002009-10-07T15:01:47.686-04:00Why didn't I post my honeymoon recaps before I said good-bye?The way I looked at it, the honeymoon was not the wedding. So I'll be doing honeymoon recaps of our 3 week trip to Europe (largely France) on my non-wedding blog <b><a href="http://whollykrista.blogspot.com/">here</a></b>.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-89915436998894915932009-10-04T22:12:00.002-04:002009-10-04T22:15:09.224-04:00Nicole & Jesse got married yesterday!<b>"<a href="http://nicoleandjesse.blogspot.com/">Nicole and Jesse (get married)</a>"</b> got married yesterday. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-SlhsPatBRqcOTEajXlF9ojVkeavMMcWhpKQNq3yaGHE81-NXmgyCymxaCF9xQlt_maM7kvQo_fPP3Htif-7Osi28zMb312_vB_iL4Fn6QvZ0gKodK4lsvTz-h9MFDGZgT8DwZuc6wE/s1600-h/invitation1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-SlhsPatBRqcOTEajXlF9ojVkeavMMcWhpKQNq3yaGHE81-NXmgyCymxaCF9xQlt_maM7kvQo_fPP3Htif-7Osi28zMb312_vB_iL4Fn6QvZ0gKodK4lsvTz-h9MFDGZgT8DwZuc6wE/s320/invitation1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388933611126605890" /></a><br />Congratulations!<br /><br />P.S. I love your invitations!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-14564024740948212502009-09-26T04:00:00.002-04:002009-10-04T22:16:23.997-04:00Honey My Heart<b><a href="http://honeymyheart.blogspot.com/">Honey My Heart</a></b> is getting married today. Head over to her blog to see her beautiful colours: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfbqF8cOffwJVTfEV9pVbm0QlrYwF1PBWgBYxamnPzyZZYJGTWgr80KMJC1lo2ZEJ3CwwwwynbYTzxtwEdyKI6EAWWb65gN5ny2A8lZfMMcSyasfMFnCD7jFz6nRCoOSR8HlM-lQBCmI/s1600-h/2009-9-23+flowers+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385868914248312850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfbqF8cOffwJVTfEV9pVbm0QlrYwF1PBWgBYxamnPzyZZYJGTWgr80KMJC1lo2ZEJ3CwwwwynbYTzxtwEdyKI6EAWWb65gN5ny2A8lZfMMcSyasfMFnCD7jFz6nRCoOSR8HlM-lQBCmI/s320/2009-9-23+flowers+2.jpg" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-85932011808971037822009-09-25T10:22:00.015-04:002009-09-25T18:43:11.241-04:00I'm not good at good-byes ...I thought I'd planned this <b><a href="http://kristaandwadeswedding.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotions-of-day.html">perfect good-bye</a></b>. I'd finish the wedding blog and bow out gracefully and finally. I'd planned most things well, why not my good-bye?<br /><br />Except that I'm bad at good-byes. Really bad. So when Marie of <a href="http://londonbride.blogspot.com/">London Bride</a> and <a href="http://wifeinthecity.blogspot.com/">Wife in the City</a> reminded me I forgot one very important thing I'd promised to do, I was not surprised. I forgot to tell you about my "other" dress!<br /><br />So, as promised:<br /><br />I decided I wanted a shorter dress, you know, for dancing. So, I started looking. I thought something just past knee length (I hate my knees for some odd reason, so would prefer not to show them off). Maybe a full-ish skirt. V-neck. As we were looking for MOB dresses, I kept my eyes open for anything that fit that description, but I didn't have my hopes up. I didn't want to spend a lot (I figured maybe $100 if the dress was perfect, otherwise much less). I didn't want it to be too fussy. I just wanted simple, not expensive. At one point when shopping for my mom's mother-of-the-bride dress, we found a cute ivory dress, v-neck, but it was just shorter than the knees. But it was about $15, on clearance for who-knows-what-reason. So I got it! Can't go wrong for $15.<br /><br />Then I looked for a slip under it. It wasn't the best skirt, so I wanted it to be more full. I never found a slip, and wasn't sure if I should even change into it. But I packed it in my bride bag and figured I could change into it if I got hot dancing!<br /><br />Well, after the first dance with Wade, then the father-daughter dance, I was sweating. So off I ran (and missed most of the mother-son dance) and got Cyd to help me change in a hurry. I was back in a flash showing off my dress! I also took that opportunity to put the fun <b><a href="http://kristaandwadeswedding.blogspot.com/2009/08/feather-hair-thing.html">feathered hair thing</a></b> in my hair (possibly one of my favourite purchases!) and safely packed my mom's veil in my bridal bag. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQe81FeY-JZUO651d8w5o1JKmplyIsLEXgnOG0n1vhyphenhyphenNNVt3RuFczQ6hLEtMbuQYM_eSOJG-Iot17jTkjYa-3vpsxKD_85XI7tYXd8j2TmK6ZJzqVYDtkGxqXxGGdkYf21CM3T8iFAazI/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385484721626649682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQe81FeY-JZUO651d8w5o1JKmplyIsLEXgnOG0n1vhyphenhyphenNNVt3RuFczQ6hLEtMbuQYM_eSOJG-Iot17jTkjYa-3vpsxKD_85XI7tYXd8j2TmK6ZJzqVYDtkGxqXxGGdkYf21CM3T8iFAazI/s320/Picture+2.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLW4SbxyoMczODPN2zW4m8EWz3KclPokmtqC52SdqzDbFUk6BU2BNBcMaxznf2dxIsknKHQ1qoo6Pz8QqTysVNZgU4HF_LLSF4ThVr2-xK_W4KtfXiz3ELIDBeqQLshFlUn-rV0tomoRk/s1600-h/picture+6.jpeg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385484717813092210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLW4SbxyoMczODPN2zW4m8EWz3KclPokmtqC52SdqzDbFUk6BU2BNBcMaxznf2dxIsknKHQ1qoo6Pz8QqTysVNZgU4HF_LLSF4ThVr2-xK_W4KtfXiz3ELIDBeqQLshFlUn-rV0tomoRk/s320/picture+6.jpeg" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Pictures courtesy of (left) a friend's facebook, and (right) <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)<br /><br />However, I had a predicament after a couple hours of dancing. What good is a garter toss if you are wearing a short dress? So off I went and came back out wearing the original dress! It had cooled down (I think they turned the fans or a/c on), and I much preferred dancing away in my bridal gown for the rest of the night: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgm43SDxm4p-4b_RJye1q1wX2heErGrd1F6Rar50_tzuhOaRMSUT9m30OcfAC9y0shPNR0T4qhNSWWQrctBBHqey0XIWk-6HaC9Cs-9e25NR0xNSpfQ5f5sFgCfVmeFguXurOYrHxz-88/s1600-h/garter.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385486528246564034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgm43SDxm4p-4b_RJye1q1wX2heErGrd1F6Rar50_tzuhOaRMSUT9m30OcfAC9y0shPNR0T4qhNSWWQrctBBHqey0XIWk-6HaC9Cs-9e25NR0xNSpfQ5f5sFgCfVmeFguXurOYrHxz-88/s320/garter.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRMF2oU56ovHqFHHL7PJc-R_peKAyOTl9VTigEtjNOvgx7-OvXWG-G_js3Rg6FJI3eyWQWB6b1weH4Aw_ur1GZC2DKgD9tfNq3qnKMMDExi438-tltVQkYdB2UgZHQLtYr1yJH51Q3KM/s1600-h/Picture+8.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385486513608876738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRMF2oU56ovHqFHHL7PJc-R_peKAyOTl9VTigEtjNOvgx7-OvXWG-G_js3Rg6FJI3eyWQWB6b1weH4Aw_ur1GZC2DKgD9tfNq3qnKMMDExi438-tltVQkYdB2UgZHQLtYr1yJH51Q3KM/s320/Picture+8.jpg" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Pictures courtesy of two friends' facebooks)<br /><br /><br /><br />And so, Marie, I hope that answers your question!<br /><br />"Good night, good night! Parting is such / sweet sorrow, / That I shall say good night till it be morrow." (Shakespeare)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-70138854434267629802009-09-24T15:14:00.012-04:002009-09-24T16:21:12.933-04:00The emotions of the day:Some of my favourite pictures are in the receiving line. The pictures captured the joy of Wade and me, but also the happiness of our loved ones: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXwWsTlOFRn6ktxlTcVHX_SxyJZB183N96C0nFW9wl-uJ6CUb_5_nOxB_ZP387r_4nitC_osPOndxb96asXBTlcby8ZqBDEbLheXiQJpMjj8_g48MrnNG2ilIr5q9f6bEbSxj4zEogns/s1600-h/Edited+209.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385118470208945746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXwWsTlOFRn6ktxlTcVHX_SxyJZB183N96C0nFW9wl-uJ6CUb_5_nOxB_ZP387r_4nitC_osPOndxb96asXBTlcby8ZqBDEbLheXiQJpMjj8_g48MrnNG2ilIr5q9f6bEbSxj4zEogns/s200/Edited+209.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiu7BX1UzJfHBtSzZbMfuoOH_7LiWCTDAIa_zVJW1IS63DWoXLVdM3FpO4Oh8EvHOh0b414QNkXjItQuW2dJH5CPQXPSjv6ozrH8G_OKezIpwQZUBkwKPK3B-WhXBRsQ4hlKiHqZ1tiQ/s1600-h/Edited+199.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385115798155188658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiu7BX1UzJfHBtSzZbMfuoOH_7LiWCTDAIa_zVJW1IS63DWoXLVdM3FpO4Oh8EvHOh0b414QNkXjItQuW2dJH5CPQXPSjv6ozrH8G_OKezIpwQZUBkwKPK3B-WhXBRsQ4hlKiHqZ1tiQ/s200/Edited+199.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQQn4TVzaEAlQnXEI0fwGqOQX-iU7HFP4EeCAKXxZhcAA3Jojr4B5PbQywU57Q7DJ2ZEUmZmTMmvBUwrA6Wkh97nmT0R5UBf6Tx2HWy3LhB8oZ6ACh7hipIiyg1IzC4BsC1nwcEHqwL0/s1600-h/Edited+198.jpg"></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTQsrA9wwo4uNAJB9npTASm3MKE3uuTzkVXAy-KTqRdZRX4v3ifL5KUjnPPAi3u49W7d0IwGBgBYrbObKz49CP64iCB2D-AdE-kka5l4QXhFVTpRVc-DqR98bba7kcouarR_vGr7y7zQ/s1600-h/Edited+193.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385115783212330002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTQsrA9wwo4uNAJB9npTASm3MKE3uuTzkVXAy-KTqRdZRX4v3ifL5KUjnPPAi3u49W7d0IwGBgBYrbObKz49CP64iCB2D-AdE-kka5l4QXhFVTpRVc-DqR98bba7kcouarR_vGr7y7zQ/s200/Edited+193.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsa6bMiNfsUPKLBeKYiKYS2LmOvIYVFSmVav8bR6XcE8G2C632J78JG8KjoyvfaySR50zHflncMgRRrBZ6gmC1ZIDkTd7jWcYYXUDkDBelsITvRdLo7rcnbioV8QrivrjcvNorP8CdBI/s1600-h/Edited+195.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385117270034783138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsa6bMiNfsUPKLBeKYiKYS2LmOvIYVFSmVav8bR6XcE8G2C632J78JG8KjoyvfaySR50zHflncMgRRrBZ6gmC1ZIDkTd7jWcYYXUDkDBelsITvRdLo7rcnbioV8QrivrjcvNorP8CdBI/s200/Edited+195.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjX79La4576YwdcJ7FsTXX628LukQfGLFfYMC1FhFYuBFA37xxfU_Kufr7kZGCxZ1t5xXXbNAMjASh8z_sHNlttFKOu0Cpi9chn37RZ2tsCCo8YoglOYcdBHRHSG6x9UOJV1SkQXGMvk/s1600-h/Edited+203.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385117264652387746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjX79La4576YwdcJ7FsTXX628LukQfGLFfYMC1FhFYuBFA37xxfU_Kufr7kZGCxZ1t5xXXbNAMjASh8z_sHNlttFKOu0Cpi9chn37RZ2tsCCo8YoglOYcdBHRHSG6x9UOJV1SkQXGMvk/s200/Edited+203.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFqiLIZQ3yFMCiIOA3Ln77O1SqtTCUd-GnGf5JfLDNHeXftl8cMSkNH7DuNazc4Dcm7aELHx0d2fwcZwVmyj9VlS58Y-xpWhAil4VaYg7vKWc-9Q6ACjdDTnXC9F7V7zN3z_pweuynuk/s1600-h/Edited+192.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385115770912614754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFqiLIZQ3yFMCiIOA3Ln77O1SqtTCUd-GnGf5JfLDNHeXftl8cMSkNH7DuNazc4Dcm7aELHx0d2fwcZwVmyj9VlS58Y-xpWhAil4VaYg7vKWc-9Q6ACjdDTnXC9F7V7zN3z_pweuynuk/s200/Edited+192.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLrv3Bw5Fnqsx2zNRkmcqQH_FPyy_5Y4dnpQKyw_vO_NNU1pcdc7Slk1KcGFkAmzqhcch4vV-RR9aGueYbnNqIW4R2FGn2HsRnku1dv0CgPbC9SNl7l_RAAcsML1CTHsYYboskvEnxEY/s1600-h/Edited+222.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385118494400777506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLrv3Bw5Fnqsx2zNRkmcqQH_FPyy_5Y4dnpQKyw_vO_NNU1pcdc7Slk1KcGFkAmzqhcch4vV-RR9aGueYbnNqIW4R2FGn2HsRnku1dv0CgPbC9SNl7l_RAAcsML1CTHsYYboskvEnxEY/s200/Edited+222.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffMg88jZFrgCz-A7ZvnFABNURnBC8SvmHFyJG2UwUS8V0AQu2kvhZUFkZuHWtsPWRNN5Z5deRLzTW4rvkH6rgML6nXK5DpIKjVwC1bBvkk685gotW03zrlhLCcSIfpWF4SNANdaUwCkM/s1600-h/Edited+215.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385118479547304930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffMg88jZFrgCz-A7ZvnFABNURnBC8SvmHFyJG2UwUS8V0AQu2kvhZUFkZuHWtsPWRNN5Z5deRLzTW4rvkH6rgML6nXK5DpIKjVwC1bBvkk685gotW03zrlhLCcSIfpWF4SNANdaUwCkM/s200/Edited+215.jpg" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And some of the most fun pictures were taken on the dance floor! (Check out Wade's dad, by the way! How fun!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8Huw4N1C-9gxHer0phIdWR9gVsfQXJk0d4Txogu-yJS9Qht-YhPj6hpdmPVAld-wnDWw-cCigBecD5T5qGKd9FHO5_0FF7U6U-QX92NL7-84sAHVUTAtKZmT1pKcpvjV1L-pii_rSdQ/s1600-h/Edited+520.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385126664214200130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8Huw4N1C-9gxHer0phIdWR9gVsfQXJk0d4Txogu-yJS9Qht-YhPj6hpdmPVAld-wnDWw-cCigBecD5T5qGKd9FHO5_0FF7U6U-QX92NL7-84sAHVUTAtKZmT1pKcpvjV1L-pii_rSdQ/s200/Edited+520.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6ljAJW5MxyQsWs9Hw9gOD5wJYXmn-KImcEbWqAm6xp-0HxjmTsok2IQXn9yKzPGl7OP1ATVz5sTia8F_FQPQItdb_Og2cLyHRaouqSGjUmImeJV7uMggcwWLevhwsW7Gsmh9urLqRVo/s1600-h/Edited+494.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385126640976855698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6ljAJW5MxyQsWs9Hw9gOD5wJYXmn-KImcEbWqAm6xp-0HxjmTsok2IQXn9yKzPGl7OP1ATVz5sTia8F_FQPQItdb_Og2cLyHRaouqSGjUmImeJV7uMggcwWLevhwsW7Gsmh9urLqRVo/s200/Edited+494.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictBujDfdwc14kYzw_tWst5otAFN-mXIVU0axKAhQxrmKN3_6s13J1VJxnWKSQH9o0bO9qrQJbnzqgV2dVel_n8aXUzkNDdZ6qUHGGd-ZFNUhPoXfyoIuqQQgLHAKPCPEEXq7WQ2Lkx9A/s1600-h/Edited+509.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385126629377342834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictBujDfdwc14kYzw_tWst5otAFN-mXIVU0axKAhQxrmKN3_6s13J1VJxnWKSQH9o0bO9qrQJbnzqgV2dVel_n8aXUzkNDdZ6qUHGGd-ZFNUhPoXfyoIuqQQgLHAKPCPEEXq7WQ2Lkx9A/s200/Edited+509.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33JtfKy5gDKWYjicQWPAIyHrjYA7W2qrLRak9HViNMGKhpeMGLhLDSrtq5A0Jfaz8JOXTgi4Osy5DOpG2ZnHJCkXbxjThB1Y8e9kPXHN2EScQPpcCGnpjYrnLw1fVAY6JgzVJky4h8uY/s1600-h/Edited+518.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385127143455874242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33JtfKy5gDKWYjicQWPAIyHrjYA7W2qrLRak9HViNMGKhpeMGLhLDSrtq5A0Jfaz8JOXTgi4Osy5DOpG2ZnHJCkXbxjThB1Y8e9kPXHN2EScQPpcCGnpjYrnLw1fVAY6JgzVJky4h8uY/s200/Edited+518.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Source: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)<br /><br />Please feel free to comment & say good-bye! :)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-67070097843739383862009-09-23T13:10:00.003-04:002009-09-23T13:12:23.322-04:00I think I'll wrap up this blog soonI am just hanging on to the blog because of how much I love this blog. Some of you have discovered my <a href="http://whollykrista.blogspot.com/">new</a> blog. Yay! To those who haven't, feel free to drop by and say hello.<br /><br />I'm trying to decide on how to finish up. I think in my final post, coming soon, I'll post a collage of happy people at our wedding. People laughing, dancing, hugging and smiling. And I'll leave it with that.<br /><br />So, come by tomorrow and have a look at my last official post!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-37830155616397487022009-09-22T20:40:00.006-04:002009-12-16T15:20:01.723-05:00For sale: my wedding stuffI've posted so much of my wedding stuff for sale: candle holders, candles, vases, a crinoline (that I didn't end up wearing), a ring bearer pillow (the one that wasn't used!), the pew bows.<br /><br />I posted them on <a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/">Craig's List</a> and Wedding Bee. I just hope they sell fast! I posted them for a little more on Wedding Bee only because I will probably have to ship them in the price (most buyers on Wedding Bee, in my experience, ask for shipping included), so that'll cover the shipping.<br /><br />I'm still not sure what to do with my wedding dress. Do I sell it? Preserve it? I can't see myself saving it for a potential daughter to wear - this hypothetical girl should pick out her own dress if she ever marries! I'm not ready to get rid of it (yet), but seeing as how I've already gained 10 lbs since the wedding (damn France honeymoon ... and lack of motivation since returning), so it already won't fit! So I'm not sure what to do. Thoughts?<br /><br />If you're interested, here are the Updated links:<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/hsh/1386095315.html">Ivory roses in julep cups</a></li><li><a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/hsh/1386089032.html">Eiffel Vases</a></li><li><a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/hsh/1386083063.html">Silk flower pew bows</a></li><li><a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/for/1386104650.html">Ivory candles in frosted candle holders</a></li><li><a href="http://kingston.en.craigslist.ca/for/1386100807.html">Ring pillow</a></li><li><a href="http://classifieds.weddingbee.com/topic/crinoline-very-full-50">Crinoline (petticoat)</a></li></ul><p></p>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-45946314140316809312009-09-21T13:58:00.006-04:002009-09-21T14:07:35.959-04:00A Happy Day in Detroit: Brigitte gets married!Oh my gosh, how could I forget?<br /><br />I had this nagging feeling: I knew there were several bloggers getting married this past Saturday, and I knew there were 2 bloggers in particular, who I have followed for a while (and who have also commented on my blog many times) getting married this past Saturday. But while I remembered <a href="http://somethingweddings.blogspot.com/">Brandy</a>, I couldn't remember the other blogger. And it bothered me.<br /><br />Now, I remember. <b><a href="http://bridgettesdetroitwedding.com/">Brigitte</a></b> got married this past Saturday! Brigitte posts <a href="http://bridgettesdetroitwedding.com/">My Detroit Wedding</a>.<br /><br />I am <i>so</i> sorry I forgot.<br /><br />To give you an idea of Brigitte's good sense of humour, here's her picture:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFutKTePeQV1TIwcjZe84C_R4Mso-VgGf8BSVReHKWtJGnjrHLTZmtbf3UoROfJEazUtnBPkyqkvop88NaroNVpsdr_WHlVIa5IJMcXPRDiIlsosHJB1DDKOBh0fEap7ZBQhFUEzmnufE/s1600-h/random.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFutKTePeQV1TIwcjZe84C_R4Mso-VgGf8BSVReHKWtJGnjrHLTZmtbf3UoROfJEazUtnBPkyqkvop88NaroNVpsdr_WHlVIa5IJMcXPRDiIlsosHJB1DDKOBh0fEap7ZBQhFUEzmnufE/s320/random.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383982559286504306" /></a> I mean, who posts a picture like this of herself without a good sense of humour?!<br /><br />Congratulations, Brigitte. I can't wait to see how your hair looks. You are a stunning woman (model-gorgeous), and I know your make-up and dress and everything will be stunning. You debated hair styles, and that's what I'm looking forwarding to seeing.<br /><br />I know you were getting married for the right reasons, based on the comments you made and the posts you wrote. A woman who writes this the day after her wedding has her feet firmly planted on the ground:<br /><br />"I awoke early on my wedding day. I watched the sunrise over the Detroit River. I smiled. I cried tears of joy. I was happy. Content. Never more sure of anything." (Swoon. That's how I felt on my wedding day. Minus watching the sunrise over the Detroit River part.)<br /><br />I can't wait for your recaps!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-84208612135059096842009-09-20T10:27:00.004-04:002009-09-20T10:34:33.573-04:00<b><a href="http://somethingweddings.blogspot.com/">Brandy</a></b> got married in La Belle Province yesterday. Yumm, a Montreal wedding in September!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QL_bkNMoLv5NyfWJROsZhOwxjTFBd-2uXVY2rytltQotd-MNSVG1KpXPR8Mv5FHJb68DN1YDBTeLB4Szgq9cdokQ-OU6pboe9b7XHJ7QtOUsaNhR4gZEJcG5r9rGHycBIYSwzXFNjy4/s1600-h/dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QL_bkNMoLv5NyfWJROsZhOwxjTFBd-2uXVY2rytltQotd-MNSVG1KpXPR8Mv5FHJb68DN1YDBTeLB4Szgq9cdokQ-OU6pboe9b7XHJ7QtOUsaNhR4gZEJcG5r9rGHycBIYSwzXFNjy4/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383557613134749682" /></a><br />I wonder: what dd she decide to wear? The photos will of course be lovely: she's getting married in a beautiful city.<br /><br />P.S. Sorry I didn't post this yesterday. I played baseball all day yesterday in a very late in the season tournament.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-57693179944706356922009-09-18T14:13:00.003-04:002009-09-18T14:14:42.508-04:00Afraid of jiggly arms in a wedding dress?Try this:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4S3C4AC908w&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4S3C4AC908w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />(Just kidding ... I found out about this via <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/">Ellen</a>. I somehow think push-ups will be more effective than vibrating a 2.5 lb weight.)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-43809365144424041502009-09-16T08:41:00.007-04:002009-09-16T09:18:19.211-04:00Thank You NotesI sent out thank-you notes about 2 1/2 weeks after we got back from the honeymoon. It was a 3-week honeymoon. Our guests should have received the thank-you notes by mid-July. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Except for gifts that arrived before the wedding, which went out within a few days of receiving it.<br /><br />The postal system in Canada is good, but - like any postal system - mistakes are made. For example, <i>one</i> of my wedding invitations came back to me <i>four weeks after I sent it</i> with the "not enough postage" stamp. Um, every one of my invitations had enough postage except for two. One came back to me about two days after I sent it, so I added another stamp (because I had no idea how much more postage it needed) and sent it off. But the second one literally came over four weeks later! It was a week and a bit before the wedding. It was ridiculous!<br /><br />So I worry someone didn't get a thank-you note, and that I have no idea. I know we sent everyone a note. Wade made an excel spreadsheet of guests invited, a column for the gift they gave, then the date the thank-you note was sent. So I really hope they all arrived.<br /><br />But I wanted to send the wedding party a couple nice letters to our wedding party. And while I was thinking about that, Amy Jean at <a href="http://www.relentlessbride.com/2009/07/wedding-card-giveaway-winner.html">Relentless Bride</a> had a contest with <a href="http://www.shakespearesbride.com/">Shakespeare's Bride</a> for a credit to use for cards. And I won! Yay!<br /><br />Here's what I picked (click on the picture to make it bigger): <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWDn35JmmrP5ZK5ekkvywa_0BkeEXF6SN1WuHKsQ38CBNYJlkB_mFouyOrSAtsi9FJNNaLbK34gluP0E6zBzorES1j1GhomzGnuEW5J5LCMhDN3d7GjflXgAb4ktNIufU3eJ2EfQwVHA/s1600-h/card.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWDn35JmmrP5ZK5ekkvywa_0BkeEXF6SN1WuHKsQ38CBNYJlkB_mFouyOrSAtsi9FJNNaLbK34gluP0E6zBzorES1j1GhomzGnuEW5J5LCMhDN3d7GjflXgAb4ktNIufU3eJ2EfQwVHA/s400/card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382053720277988562" /></a><br />And Diane from <a href="http://www.shakespearesbride.com/">Shakespeare's Bride</a> included a little gift of extra thank-you cards. So sweet! The cards were so cute and I had fun filling them out and sending them off. Even though I selected the slowest delivery method, they arrived within just a few days. (Again, proving that most of the time, the postal system is great.)<br /><br />I think you should go to <a href="http://www.shakespearesbride.com/">Shakespeare's Bride</a> and look up the Bachelorette card they have. I had already sent thank-you notes for my bachelorette party, which was a shame. The bachelorette thank-you notes on <a href="http://www.shakespearesbride.com/">Shakespeare's Bride</a> are soooo cute! Go look them up!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-56932621737481113382009-09-15T12:54:00.004-04:002009-09-15T13:02:14.569-04:00What should I finish with?I've done the day's recaps. Before I wrap up this blog, what should I include and finish with?<br /><br />Here are your options:<br /><br />(a) Receiving line pictures like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxVdv3BOtN0K8YBUghrWZnKVOSKmi4rcacKhM0GtbzzxGx3zvuUsVuDodixN7MxCrI9P8h4Kx2O9W4-l-ACP_PhblwgvnmM-GQTAJHHm8FeZb31iaU9oAGvJdjai9o-778F4aJTrTDUY/s1600-h/Edited+222.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739566867860610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxVdv3BOtN0K8YBUghrWZnKVOSKmi4rcacKhM0GtbzzxGx3zvuUsVuDodixN7MxCrI9P8h4Kx2O9W4-l-ACP_PhblwgvnmM-GQTAJHHm8FeZb31iaU9oAGvJdjai9o-778F4aJTrTDUY/s200/Edited+222.jpg" /></a><br />(b) Dinner pictures like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmXqCKBS87oFB6ydbiBaGNLdd36E2kxHDGaQ3_5elSCYfVqmT3_QY-jZvC_5DBdAE0qqHmt_wBSFzbJ1544m7bzmBumU70LDxMyUJZ0io17YlybM65Xf-ENW_ID6WLIuXZOEUKQwlJMdw/s1600-h/Edited+413.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740398610843394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmXqCKBS87oFB6ydbiBaGNLdd36E2kxHDGaQ3_5elSCYfVqmT3_QY-jZvC_5DBdAE0qqHmt_wBSFzbJ1544m7bzmBumU70LDxMyUJZ0io17YlybM65Xf-ENW_ID6WLIuXZOEUKQwlJMdw/s200/Edited+413.jpg" /></a><br />(c) Dancing pictures like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_baNVG2so3lw4iz2GDKwXN9ZmZp-vneSl_a0JoYuOQoGb_zoxS9hzFUOjgG2PFDqmvUYKkhVTsRIYiISrz4ZbF_EOFbOaETjM75EAtGJhTXWUothTsnE1juR9uudh2UyoG87t4Aad-8/s1600-h/Edited+494.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740390439555586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_baNVG2so3lw4iz2GDKwXN9ZmZp-vneSl_a0JoYuOQoGb_zoxS9hzFUOjgG2PFDqmvUYKkhVTsRIYiISrz4ZbF_EOFbOaETjM75EAtGJhTXWUothTsnE1juR9uudh2UyoG87t4Aad-8/s200/Edited+494.jpg" /></a><br /><i>or</i><br />(d) Just wrap it up!<br /><br />Let me know <i>please</i>!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-22171054860946931542009-09-12T10:13:00.003-04:002009-09-12T10:18:12.888-04:00More Dances<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPvop_gJxDQ7DRMVPzJYj5dtOcH21HBcb488wTF9QgPEg6YKxC40rnKwhSCGQu_hDgP9yqFMIcLbBs5fIDfYaI-SqiCfjPguanUoIE2xtL6FR5Xj8C94di6OYveiBBq0YvYS6NcDxmtA/s1600-h/Edited+487.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPvop_gJxDQ7DRMVPzJYj5dtOcH21HBcb488wTF9QgPEg6YKxC40rnKwhSCGQu_hDgP9yqFMIcLbBs5fIDfYaI-SqiCfjPguanUoIE2xtL6FR5Xj8C94di6OYveiBBq0YvYS6NcDxmtA/s320/Edited+487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584787836733602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1u03ISidCHxiP05U96VWQGac2-xEVs0JCuuYexM0tXnw2fVWkWF0Kmh_-oyhjXzvrVZhdTA-Jp_p6CthY9ahvNYgInBr9eNy49o3JDTR0glERM1KPpJ-CgsqhiNN0ic1B6XqPBOrzgOk/s1600-h/Edited+493.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1u03ISidCHxiP05U96VWQGac2-xEVs0JCuuYexM0tXnw2fVWkWF0Kmh_-oyhjXzvrVZhdTA-Jp_p6CthY9ahvNYgInBr9eNy49o3JDTR0glERM1KPpJ-CgsqhiNN0ic1B6XqPBOrzgOk/s320/Edited+493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584779426186706" /></a><br />(Source: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-90638660468662794452009-09-11T16:21:00.005-04:002009-09-11T16:57:25.894-04:009/11Do you remember how you felt when you found out about 9/11? I found out after the first plane hit, but before the second. I watched in awe as the second plane hit the second tour. I forgot how horrifying it was until I watched a couple videos today.<br /><br />Memorials focus on the heroism of the emergency response personnel. We focus primarily on the brave fire fighters, but there were also paramedics, nurses, police, and just regular people helping. We also focus on Flight 93, those unlikely heroes who literally sacrificed themselves to ensure no one else would be hurt. But we don't focus on the sheer terror and horror of the day.<br /><br />Videos like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3iKLz4oatY&feature=fvsr">this</a> remind me of the emotion. There are countless other examples: the absurdity and disbelief I felt when I saw businessmen and women running in their suits, the absolute horror from watching the jumping men, the extreme sadness when I saw images of family members taking pictures of their loved ones to shelters to try to find missing people. There are countless images and videos that remind us of the day. We prefer not to watch them, but today I did.<br /><br />I may not be American, but Americans may rest assured that Canadians (as with many other nations in the world, I am sure) stand by you on 9/11. We lost only <a href="http://www.members.shaw.ca/kcic1/cdnwtc.html">24 Canadians</a> in the World Trade Center collapse, a fraction compared to the Americans. We opened our arms and welcomed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Yellow_Ribbon"><i>225</i> American flights with almost <i>45,000</i> passengers</a>, all of which were barred from landing at American airports and ordered by NORAD to land in Canada. We closed our airspace in order to accommodate the diverted flights, as well as the military and humanitarian aid we sent south. For example, in a small town (population 9,000) called Gander, the town welcomed 7,000 Americans for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1303829/">four days</a>. We had Canadian <a href="http://www.redcross.ca/article.asp?id=679&tid=018">Red Cross</a> and other volunteers go help. After 9/11, we put up with years of disgust and hatred from some Americans because we were accused of letting terrorists into North America who then masterminded the 9/11 attacks (later it was confirmed that <a href="http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20090421/USA_Border_090421/20090421">not one terrorist involved in 9/11 entered North America through Canada</a>). We also put up with enmity from some Americans for not joining the war on Iraq. And as your paranoia starts to subside, we are welcomed back as friends and allies (in Afghanistan).<br /><br />But - no matter what - we mourn with you, every year, on 9/11.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-73875931773431844522009-09-10T14:14:00.005-04:002009-09-10T14:23:08.298-04:00Wade & Krista's First DanceOur first dance was to this beautiful song:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Not only are the lyrics perfect ("love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart ... it's not always easy ... but it's always better when we're together"), but on our trip to New Zealand right after I finished grad school (January 2007), we heard Jack Johnson <i>everywhere</i>. So we view Jack Johnson's music as a part of our history.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6o6_cjXCWF4pki7uEUDgZcDOw3MMY_OPJINZIADf9fZmgejhyphenhyphenhZHXs8W2coTQM163jPYWOLAfNVNhoEE_Qo97oCiA7-xobekmzdBaWHder0Wiu45-uJhXBfO1d254UfIjrTIb8-vXYc/s1600-h/Edited+468.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6o6_cjXCWF4pki7uEUDgZcDOw3MMY_OPJINZIADf9fZmgejhyphenhyphenhZHXs8W2coTQM163jPYWOLAfNVNhoEE_Qo97oCiA7-xobekmzdBaWHder0Wiu45-uJhXBfO1d254UfIjrTIb8-vXYc/s200/Edited+468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379904813844823666" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DJJPBpquNfGDdjexLkPy29_PAc_vLeYFZUCcDEgF2KaTnQxQTBkMLX76EeFvtyPzoIC13HjmZY3azhkd01EpD1c3R847Lkc_xfw3boW3wwU8TXeFq4kDcMyuFl1ZIHXDNfOz3ismS40/s1600-h/Edited+471.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DJJPBpquNfGDdjexLkPy29_PAc_vLeYFZUCcDEgF2KaTnQxQTBkMLX76EeFvtyPzoIC13HjmZY3azhkd01EpD1c3R847Lkc_xfw3boW3wwU8TXeFq4kDcMyuFl1ZIHXDNfOz3ismS40/s200/Edited+471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379904809119481282" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjq9jo2EMRzesWVlrlNtRajY2b7f4QZaaEOozZFuvuGMgjT_BA5JQmgxyoKeiOzIh9TIFLgLbGpohDNEVrHXU8aUhrJ_lyAqCnMJmqdvko6_9B3S9YhqcgDIFmMxaCuG3O7-6Pd0XT90/s1600-h/Edited+474.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjq9jo2EMRzesWVlrlNtRajY2b7f4QZaaEOozZFuvuGMgjT_BA5JQmgxyoKeiOzIh9TIFLgLbGpohDNEVrHXU8aUhrJ_lyAqCnMJmqdvko6_9B3S9YhqcgDIFmMxaCuG3O7-6Pd0XT90/s200/Edited+474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379904799966386418" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Source: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-29734908736296790042009-09-06T11:10:00.002-04:002009-09-06T11:14:01.859-04:00THREE MONTHS!We've been married 3 months today. But I haven't finished the recaps! (There isn't much left, mind you. But I need to get my bum in gear!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJiHXJEZSHYsrWeG8_syV6EhcZLC69YUcsdmVa7DC1G8IwEsdHiiO5c340agykeOAatXtXmzoBbEUqSyCdT5AMYLmgABQEQkJOVAPQsgPxdIqsW7Gz6UvFBMnS7Jsxpt4YsQ9rWA4MVk/s1600-h/Edited+250.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJiHXJEZSHYsrWeG8_syV6EhcZLC69YUcsdmVa7DC1G8IwEsdHiiO5c340agykeOAatXtXmzoBbEUqSyCdT5AMYLmgABQEQkJOVAPQsgPxdIqsW7Gz6UvFBMnS7Jsxpt4YsQ9rWA4MVk/s320/Edited+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378372794553834818" /></a> (Source: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-30633002813699751012009-09-05T23:42:00.005-04:002009-09-05T23:48:12.027-04:00Happy Wedding, Day!Dawn from <a href="http://thealternativebride.blogspot.com/">The Alternative Bride</a> got married today. Congratulations!<br /><br />And Dawn, I hear this song (in my head) most of the time when I visit your blog: <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FhfJzs6Doc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FhfJzs6Doc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-28477306758289077002009-09-01T20:31:00.008-04:002009-09-01T20:48:38.990-04:00Yummm :)Here's the cake cutting of the cake Wade and I baked together, and my bridesmaids' <a href="http://kristaandwadeswedding.blogspot.com/2009/07/dress-shots-cake-shots.html">iced</a> and <a href="http://thesweetestoccasion.blogspot.com/">Cyd</a> <a href="http://kristaandwadeswedding.blogspot.com/2009/07/cake-its-moving-time.html">moved</a>:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuI65GqQfOUKXY_pNpYWHARRv42MW5I9vVtcdyZ0VecnYJiicm62H-_16i8dKGDmVDSquxr0FrDTpyCFMhAtnl3TKYW9mU0gyX5EZoF4BgpQCEF9f2fP9nZii-8I7XUV5cx6orw-6gvM0/s1600-h/Negatives+1226.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuI65GqQfOUKXY_pNpYWHARRv42MW5I9vVtcdyZ0VecnYJiicm62H-_16i8dKGDmVDSquxr0FrDTpyCFMhAtnl3TKYW9mU0gyX5EZoF4BgpQCEF9f2fP9nZii-8I7XUV5cx6orw-6gvM0/s320/Negatives+1226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376663078515628370" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BiC_yt6fG3qP2AnMu8CAfQ1k-9SALLkQ6YUIrxSgeTnSkLa0kTJJbjs7MYoTP7Yy2Ri47YkPFclz_zCi-nEwI8kMCZ37mvrMEVjPjTjp0JgCbMCDmdRJ2OiFSUZMNbTM_WP8rtQNiH4/s1600-h/Negatives+1233.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BiC_yt6fG3qP2AnMu8CAfQ1k-9SALLkQ6YUIrxSgeTnSkLa0kTJJbjs7MYoTP7Yy2Ri47YkPFclz_zCi-nEwI8kMCZ37mvrMEVjPjTjp0JgCbMCDmdRJ2OiFSUZMNbTM_WP8rtQNiH4/s320/Negatives+1233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662724688260626" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkp-099TxTLPbterPysfLBdbXpn4xcrkjWVdgVMVZSc8a2UIJVTDCepwUDTbGjmy2ACc-w1gMHMWK6vWTDBqh-W67qprfTVBrwWwYU9DomqgT9vR5AMEUUHG8yx4ZDCloENhe5Sr005GA/s1600-h/Negatives+1236.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkp-099TxTLPbterPysfLBdbXpn4xcrkjWVdgVMVZSc8a2UIJVTDCepwUDTbGjmy2ACc-w1gMHMWK6vWTDBqh-W67qprfTVBrwWwYU9DomqgT9vR5AMEUUHG8yx4ZDCloENhe5Sr005GA/s320/Negatives+1236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662296384540834" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cZwxp55MH1bZjGBCzILQZoJOHsZXull1E_ZTC3n1zUN8FVaOW4jtcPpAaH5rMFQxNLYT1CQO4h-pQw1MwUK4H4CFdC5rQQ8OO93kRyOZIf9pmNSEjD0Y8QAgSKl9hPjVzxb9AlLyMeA/s1600-h/Negatives+1240.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cZwxp55MH1bZjGBCzILQZoJOHsZXull1E_ZTC3n1zUN8FVaOW4jtcPpAaH5rMFQxNLYT1CQO4h-pQw1MwUK4H4CFdC5rQQ8OO93kRyOZIf9pmNSEjD0Y8QAgSKl9hPjVzxb9AlLyMeA/s320/Negatives+1240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376661850375459458" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The cake didn't look as "even" as I'd hoped. In retrospect, we should have made the bottom layer thicker so it matched the top two layers. Or put it on a pedestal so it was the same height. (Look at the bottom layer that we're cutting compared to the top two layers.) But oh well.<br /><br />(Source: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-71363093178271703642009-08-31T21:23:00.002-04:002009-08-31T21:26:52.799-04:00Toasts, Speeches & MiscellaniaWe invited all our wedding party to lead a toast if they were so inclined. All the girls stepped up. Only one groomsmen stepped up (other than the best man, of course). Wade's brother, Mark, and groomsmen Greg and Chris ("Dinger") did not wish to speak publicly. Enough words were said that I wasn't upset with anything.<br /><br />But I wanted to explain why it seemed like so many people spoke. It's because I opened it up to everyone. And most people were brief, which is what most people like in a toast or speech - as a speaker or as a guest! But brevity did not negate the emotions in what was said.<br /><br />After Ryan's speech, I gave the kids good-night hugs/kisses (most were leaving right then!) and pretty much rudely ran to the bathroom.<br /><br /><br />... Then ... <br /><br />I'll post more later this week.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-32880833010415471602009-08-31T20:15:00.009-04:002009-08-31T20:39:36.052-04:00Best Man's SpeechI remember Ryan's speech the least. Partially because someone had just told me we were almost an hour late finishing dinner, so our reception guests were starting to arrive and were waiting for us! And partially because Ryan spoke for so long.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeQ90WEghmX72l7GHZrRvHY3JGKr1DfX-KytIBZqm090Y1G0nbUcqLDlREPjED1pHzcZj6oTPkhhzvabmMU3N3BCKStJKcgR6BsNrXbLnda2n3e7tr4ynGWtZhzR9g3_NiNxJ5phrjiQ/s1600-h/Negatives+1177.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376289708581794354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeQ90WEghmX72l7GHZrRvHY3JGKr1DfX-KytIBZqm090Y1G0nbUcqLDlREPjED1pHzcZj6oTPkhhzvabmMU3N3BCKStJKcgR6BsNrXbLnda2n3e7tr4ynGWtZhzR9g3_NiNxJ5phrjiQ/s320/Negatives+1177.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmy94tjXuVGKws32EQ9nfNVDCjaYExmXFINWbxxYzr1C8Xv5i-hD7EMAExznkeDcILm8YDY1TDOAohcCzqeHsyvZ0m9aWfhTmWOXO0PqXliML3yyFkYu5sgCU_d8gaYa5bm0ce7UViek/s1600-h/Negatives+1190.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHiIAsz6oglboCseo2j5bqXQL6wzptqgeho56Sy_G2adlpEWlS-7_3_ZbcJMHg2-MW5JTaIgp_n6o9cf5RpQID4wRcVhh4DWe3L9kaWTPH0sQTTk36C4Uuxn4rc-xVoTgKGI2IE9AhjY/s1600-h/Negatives+1193.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376288123815125282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHiIAsz6oglboCseo2j5bqXQL6wzptqgeho56Sy_G2adlpEWlS-7_3_ZbcJMHg2-MW5JTaIgp_n6o9cf5RpQID4wRcVhh4DWe3L9kaWTPH0sQTTk36C4Uuxn4rc-xVoTgKGI2IE9AhjY/s320/Negatives+1193.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkyhyvUaCVrqFo13bgZs522zCoTBnLCFtNGz9orihxmM8srOHCNLAp3iD5MgEe8K3BWdaaUkV7bX3IT-5a6yjiNtD_KR4d_Sz6PsqBeveFH6oNU0RZFUUlp5tSCUCkrAIrDLn_XlNlY8/s1600-h/Negatives+1194.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376289702747231410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkyhyvUaCVrqFo13bgZs522zCoTBnLCFtNGz9orihxmM8srOHCNLAp3iD5MgEe8K3BWdaaUkV7bX3IT-5a6yjiNtD_KR4d_Sz6PsqBeveFH6oNU0RZFUUlp5tSCUCkrAIrDLn_XlNlY8/s320/Negatives+1194.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ryan started behind the podium but quickly moved out. I suspected, and was later verified, that Ryan was winging it. However, it was a lovely speech in which he talked about Wade, the start of our relationship, and how happy he was for us.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUJjRm04rmHzyeLWwM15GTQ7Hn4DwxOQW1dRttKg9tcID-JmmYDLBZ-wfQyp1S3cZH83RU6APCuWDxiV388vME3VZOjfFXiVlyQpiVdxjIPYUYKsTLv4vnR6suiwM4fCdJ2wmpex2_34/s1600-h/Negatives+1202.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376286836580970066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUJjRm04rmHzyeLWwM15GTQ7Hn4DwxOQW1dRttKg9tcID-JmmYDLBZ-wfQyp1S3cZH83RU6APCuWDxiV388vME3VZOjfFXiVlyQpiVdxjIPYUYKsTLv4vnR6suiwM4fCdJ2wmpex2_34/s320/Negatives+1202.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b7g-OorCuOuhP8HgBKX7sS16INKN-UTpdZRGCH5nvjWnNootbPA9X_5oPu02As9P1MQ5JbvNwFewlu5egvZktBzLMlPNlq_kwekhKRf37eRT_iq0uva_CvUuxDtx9pQXjyiDCSA2iCM/s1600-h/Negatives+1204.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376286828952861682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b7g-OorCuOuhP8HgBKX7sS16INKN-UTpdZRGCH5nvjWnNootbPA9X_5oPu02As9P1MQ5JbvNwFewlu5egvZktBzLMlPNlq_kwekhKRf37eRT_iq0uva_CvUuxDtx9pQXjyiDCSA2iCM/s320/Negatives+1204.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was funny, touching and personal. It was just so long that I can't remember it all, and with Ryan winging it, he can't reproduce it. As Ryan would say: "Doh!" (That was why I had asked our friend/videographer to film the speeches. But he forgot. So ... "double-doh!")<br /><br />(Source of all pictures: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751087202341172010.post-11628568492574370842009-08-30T20:34:00.010-04:002009-08-31T20:36:32.354-04:00Maid of Honour Speech:Yep, we're getting near the end. All we have left is this post, the best man's speech, the cake cutting & the dancing.<br /><br />So Jocelyn started by talking about our high school days. She alluded to my former <s>love of</s> obsession with Collective Soul, among other things! She was a great blend of sentimental and humourous. I remember less of her speech than some of the earlier speeches, but I think it's also because I haven't received her notes from the speech to refresh my memory. (It's amazing how much some of the speeches came back to me when I read what they said.)<br /><br />So here are the pictures:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBF-dtJ5kBhZC_ttuqiShBNBDHljr3M5wpTLooDSxFvqoigQJrq1SVu7izpsF2SexzYz-BBWR6zJQiJHi-t5VD6MiLB31vzSwNcGG8mgU-Ef9uRL5YgVq1xDWHXrqVzYK-mxx0oamzpE/s1600-h/Negatives+1169.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375922170389630050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBF-dtJ5kBhZC_ttuqiShBNBDHljr3M5wpTLooDSxFvqoigQJrq1SVu7izpsF2SexzYz-BBWR6zJQiJHi-t5VD6MiLB31vzSwNcGG8mgU-Ef9uRL5YgVq1xDWHXrqVzYK-mxx0oamzpE/s320/Negatives+1169.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxRpyckd6cZhl5fZS9pNv_zxmvYyGFDQJgKw8OcduroxfUZW0pFjo4AMCeX18p-q-HHQBno8Mntg-06Cp6zb0IEMagF1sPNIHZzvlGD6kPeqXQNSK7tX4w9VP9QgwdhfbpBohL817GoQ/s1600-h/Negatives+1173.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375922178720703058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxRpyckd6cZhl5fZS9pNv_zxmvYyGFDQJgKw8OcduroxfUZW0pFjo4AMCeX18p-q-HHQBno8Mntg-06Cp6zb0IEMagF1sPNIHZzvlGD6kPeqXQNSK7tX4w9VP9QgwdhfbpBohL817GoQ/s320/Negatives+1173.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-DEdU1-gUppI9BVxDvkgDSqJRBmkwlmfZtr2FVkH01Hlb8W0fJDzi1HbQRILSBG8orajUjNuNeSX9eGHTvaSM4bxPBUAXQzYiqYvnr5daweG0xT-f5dPWUmCHqAAHjKPRGI4p6dalc0/s1600-h/Negatives+1174.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375921289211431746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-DEdU1-gUppI9BVxDvkgDSqJRBmkwlmfZtr2FVkH01Hlb8W0fJDzi1HbQRILSBG8orajUjNuNeSX9eGHTvaSM4bxPBUAXQzYiqYvnr5daweG0xT-f5dPWUmCHqAAHjKPRGI4p6dalc0/s320/Negatives+1174.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh82abyYoXuY9VH__0KDp3hd91BGzI6d3vHlG3M9UbwuqwS4nLhSoHihskQBKkbtycvd4IG25fjVV9_-bFJs2z-EAB3ebZ4YHAb4b85IgLXMIB2OxX3Lnmd0OB1gAqjTVjQdz0GiBknI/s1600-h/Negatives+1175.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375921278092926930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh82abyYoXuY9VH__0KDp3hd91BGzI6d3vHlG3M9UbwuqwS4nLhSoHihskQBKkbtycvd4IG25fjVV9_-bFJs2z-EAB3ebZ4YHAb4b85IgLXMIB2OxX3Lnmd0OB1gAqjTVjQdz0GiBknI/s320/Negatives+1175.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Can you see what Jocelyn is holding in the picture frame? It <i>is</i> what you think it is.)<br /><br />(Source of all pictures: <a href="http://www.unveiledphotography.ca/">Unveiled Photography</a>)<br /><br />P.S. Boy can you ever tell in the picture of Joce holding the photo that she didn't wear a bra. She thought the dress would hold her in and hold her girls up. Well, it did hold her in, but it didn't hold them up! (And Joce, if you're reading this ... I won't say I told you so ... but that's what I'm thinking!)Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010855220044881380noreply@blogger.com3