I've been looking through magazines and online incessantly looking at dresses. I can't believe how I've turned into this person who obsesses over dress silhouettes (A-Line), necklines (probably strapless), and color (white with green accents). Of course even with all this thinking, I could put on my "favorite" dress and find out it looks ridiculous on me. But until that happens, I have photos. Which one do you like?
1. (except green trim of course)
2. (white with green ribbon, or maybe even in green!)
3. (the long version of the above dress ... but it is only boring white)
So ... anyone have an opinion?
Super Awesome Wedding Fest Apalooza
be there or be square
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Ceremony
Saturday Jon and I are going to look at the Library Room at the Courtyard Marriot. It will be set up for a wedding ceremony, so we'll get an idea of what it will look like.
We're pretty sure we want this room. Did I mention it's oval? Oh yeah. Oval, baby.
But as for the reception - we've got no idea. Or, rather, we've got tons of ideas.
We're pretty sure we want this room. Did I mention it's oval? Oh yeah. Oval, baby.
But as for the reception - we've got no idea. Or, rather, we've got tons of ideas.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
The Engagement
The Date: Sunday, October 7, 2007
Jon was going about his usual Sunday routine: watching football, doing laundry, making his lunches for the week (I know, he's so organized!). I was knitting and "watching" football with Jon (he was watching in between tasks. I don't really pay that much attention to the game). I had pulled a muscle and my back was sore, so I asked Jon to put in a load of laundry for me. Because Jon's such a swell guy, he did.
Jon came back up from the basement, and I went over to thank him. But before I could say anything, Jon said, "I have a question I've been meaning to ask you for a long time, and I'm just going to ask it: Will you marry me?"
Obviously I said yes.
And then we hugged and jumped up and down and celebrated. "That was fun!" I exclaimed with a big smile. "Do it again!"
So he did. Jon got down on one knee and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Again I said yes, and we celebrated all over again.
We enjoyed themselves so much that after work the next day, I came home from work, got down on one knee, and proposed to Jon - just to see what it was like.
It was good. Jon said yes, of course, and there was more jumping and hugging and laughing.
We were still enjoying the proposal event so much that on Tuesday we performed Synchronized Proposing (copyright 2007, Jenny&Jon), both getting down on one knee and simultaneously asking and answering the big question.
We feel fully engaged and will now move on.
Jon was going about his usual Sunday routine: watching football, doing laundry, making his lunches for the week (I know, he's so organized!). I was knitting and "watching" football with Jon (he was watching in between tasks. I don't really pay that much attention to the game). I had pulled a muscle and my back was sore, so I asked Jon to put in a load of laundry for me. Because Jon's such a swell guy, he did.
Jon came back up from the basement, and I went over to thank him. But before I could say anything, Jon said, "I have a question I've been meaning to ask you for a long time, and I'm just going to ask it: Will you marry me?"
Obviously I said yes.
And then we hugged and jumped up and down and celebrated. "That was fun!" I exclaimed with a big smile. "Do it again!"
So he did. Jon got down on one knee and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Again I said yes, and we celebrated all over again.
We enjoyed themselves so much that after work the next day, I came home from work, got down on one knee, and proposed to Jon - just to see what it was like.
It was good. Jon said yes, of course, and there was more jumping and hugging and laughing.
We were still enjoying the proposal event so much that on Tuesday we performed Synchronized Proposing (copyright 2007, Jenny&Jon), both getting down on one knee and simultaneously asking and answering the big question.
We feel fully engaged and will now move on.
How We Met
I was using an online dating service and through it met a guy named Mike. We went to Union Station in Worcester to see Luther "Guitar Jr." Johnson and had fun, but the magic wasn't there.
Mike thought I had a lot in common with his friend Jon, so he asked me if he could give Jon my email address. For some crazy reason, I said yes. I still don't know why. But thank goodness I did!
Jon wrote really great emails: funny, personal, and grammatically correct. When we decided to exchange phone numbers I was hesitant. I liked his emails so much! What if he was a big dork? What if he had a squeaky voice? Turns out he was just as great on the phone. He had such a nice voice.
When he suggested we met, I was so nervous. What if this great guy with a great sense of humor and a mellifluous voice was hideous and awkward in public. Or, what if he was so amazing, I acted like a gibbering idiot?
OF course none of that happened.
We met at the now nonexistent Tatnuck Booksellers (that was such a great place). We had lunch and wandered through the aisles of books until the store closed.
The rest is history. Or, rather, ourstory.
Mike thought I had a lot in common with his friend Jon, so he asked me if he could give Jon my email address. For some crazy reason, I said yes. I still don't know why. But thank goodness I did!
Jon wrote really great emails: funny, personal, and grammatically correct. When we decided to exchange phone numbers I was hesitant. I liked his emails so much! What if he was a big dork? What if he had a squeaky voice? Turns out he was just as great on the phone. He had such a nice voice.
When he suggested we met, I was so nervous. What if this great guy with a great sense of humor and a mellifluous voice was hideous and awkward in public. Or, what if he was so amazing, I acted like a gibbering idiot?
OF course none of that happened.
We met at the now nonexistent Tatnuck Booksellers (that was such a great place). We had lunch and wandered through the aisles of books until the store closed.
The rest is history. Or, rather, ourstory.
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