When Your Brain Quits Working...

... The other day I was going to put a shirt in the dryer to dewrinkle it and when I was completing this mission, I realized that instead of placing it in the dryer, I started to place it in the toilet. An open toilet. Whaaaaaaaat?

And yesterday morning, I poured me a bowl of Kashi and right before I took a big bite, I realized that instead of adding milk to my bowl, I had filled it up with half and half. Whaaaaaaaaat?

Hhmmm....

This begs the question: What's happened to me?

Cypress Trees Plantation

When Mom and I drove over to Edisto and met with the folks at the reception place, I was able to take a few pictures... I wish they were better and did it justice, but alas, my photography skills aren't what they once were. Anyway, here's just a preview of where we'll be for the reception on October 18th--just seeing it got me so excited...

Here are the ladies taking a look around...the woman on the left lives there (must be nice!). It's a working soybean plantation... she said the property has been in her husband's family since the 1700's...yeesh... he must be old, huh?


Beyond those pretty trees is the creek

The beautiful driveway to the house

View around the side of the house...
I would NEVER LEAVE that swing if I lived there...


Let's hope no hurricane decides to attend the wedding as well... because if so, I've got a feeling this place may end up looking a LITTLE different than it did the day I was there :)

Worth It

Joan (that's my mom) and I have had a very productive couple of days. First of all, we got up early Monday morning and made the drive into town from the lake house to pick up my dress from the house in town. The two of us attempting to get the dress into the car without letting it touch anything and without wrinkling anything almost became our first tiff of the day... With one of us holding one coat hanger, one of us holding another coat hanger, one of us trying to go up this way, the other trying to go over this way, etc... we definitely both worked up a little sweat. Could've been the fact no airconditioner was on at the house and it was already about 95 degrees that day...Which leads me to my next highpoint of the day...

The weather. We got to Columbia on what was supposed to be (or so we thought) a relatively mild September day. The portrait shoot didn't begin until 4 and we had gotten there early enough to run by the Governor's Office to drop off a couple of things, grab Mary Neil and Lorrie to go to lunch with us AND go by the tax office so I could get a little reimbursement for selling my car, all to be done before heading over to Cline's for my hair appointment. After getting to the hair appointment 30 minutes early because we just wanted to be sitting down in some air conditioning, and therefore getting done with said hair appointment about 30 minutes early, we walked outside into a torrential downpour. Did I mention that my portrait was going to be taken outside? Which leads me to my third point...

The gnats. (Or as some of us liked to SO confidently call them during a mad game of Scattegories in college... "pnats"...ahem...anyway...) The portrait was taken [in a van] down by the river. (You Chris Farley fans will recognize that throwback and the fact that there was in fact no van involved) By the time I got outside in my dress and to my appointed spot on the tarp beside the river, my veil and dress were full-on gnat traps, and the sweat that had formed on my face combined with my make-up to form a nice little pasty gnat trap of their own. So the sweaty pasty face plus me constantly swatting at almost-invisible little bugs coincidentally ONLY around MY face, not to mention my constant fear that the granddaddy longleg who had tried to get fresh with me and make a fast move up the back of my dress was going to return for round 2 made for, at the very most, perhaps one useable picture for the portrait... Worth it. Or something.

Following that experience up with a roadtrip to Charleston that night and Edisto the next morning to meet with the wedding planner, the florist and the folks at the reception site, I'm one tired puppy. So I'm going to bed. But I'll rest easy knowing we're almost done with this planning NON-SENSE and we ARE in fact 32 days closer to finally being together. Phew...I can't wait.

Winding Down

And by "winding down" I of course mean time is. I'm not winding down. I'm actually doing the opposite of that. As it gets closer and closer to the wedding, I get more and more..."uppity." I'm not sure if it's anxiousness (that everything comes together and works out...which I'm sure it will) or nervousness that he's not the one.

haha... just kidding- good one, me.

Anyway, after a bit of a situation with our original organist, we were able to replace him with our trusty organist from home, who is a genius, and after our meeting with him yesterday, I feel much better about everything. Really all that there is left to do is order the programs (we're waiting on a few details to unfold before we can do that) and pick out the flowers.

In only 38 days, we'll be married and living on a base in Oklahoma for a couple of months before our trek to live out on the West Coast. It is insane how quickly time is flying...

Weekend Festivities

This weekend turned out to be a little bit more activity filled than I thought it would be.  There was of course the regular Friday night activity:  Rockband.  Then Saturday, Tucc, Emmett, Victoria and I were able to go over to the AWESOME and HUGE house of a friend of Tucc's (they've moved to Charlotte and told her she was free to use the pool anytime while they've still got their house) so we listened to some tunes and laid around on floats in the pool while Emmett tried to tune into the swimming abilities of Michael Phelps and did a few laps. Or maybe it was just one lap.  Anyway, it was more than the rest of us did.  

Later that night, we went to an engagement party for a friend we've known since we were very little--maybe even babies?  Caleb and Amber are getting married October 4th, and we were so excited to go and celebrate with our sweet friend "Cleb" and his wife-to-be.  They definitely racked up on some goodies.

Lonnie ended up coming to town for Labor Day and so the usual suspects (Tucc, Emmett, Victoria and Tyson) came up to the lake house.  There wasn't a whole lot going on over on our side of the lake for some reason.  I don't even think we saw one boat.  Maybe it was because the day started out cloudy, but it turned out to be a really pretty day.  We laid around, swam and had a nice little cook out.  And of course after a long day of fetch (thank you Emmett and Tyson) Dixie is having a hard time walking... she knew the costs but she's dedicated to her craft.  It's admirable.  

Tyson playing fetch with Dixie... 

The spread
Enjoying the spread

Me and my pink float... and my distorted right leg

Tucc, Cleb, me and Victoria at the engagement party

Lon and Tucc, lakeside on Labor Day...(notice the empty lake in the background)

"ET" clearly enjoying himself (with the universal thumbs up sign)

Victoria and Lonnie...

Me, desperately trying to be a part of the Turner family.... (I'm going to write a book about their life and call it "Turner and Tucc"--get it?  Sounds kinda like the movie "Turner and Hooch" yes?  No?  Too far?  You chuckled a little)

Augusta, Georgia Is No Place To Be

I've always wondered why the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band decided to add that line into their song American Dream... I personally like Augusta, Georgia.  It is, after all, where I was born and raised, and where I have returned (yet again) until I get hitched.  Since I've been home, I've gotten to spend a lot of time with old pals that I grew up with.  Tucc and her husband Emmett have been nice enough to let me spend many a night at their place.  And while there, what's the number 1 activity that takes up a majority of our time?  Rockband.  For those of you who think that the target audience for that game is more in the 10-16 year old range, think again.  Just come on over and give it a try--we'll show you how it's done.  The band we formed (affectionately titled "Bek"--B for Becca, E for Emmett and K for Kathryn--it also happens to be the first half of my name--and there's always that other band named Beck) added a new singer a few nights ago.  Though it started out rough, she improved greatly- scoring a 99% once, and even beating those of us who are old hats at Rockband.  Kudos to you, Victoria.

I bet that if our band were to actually write a song (and not just pretend to play fake instruments along to old garage band tunes like Celebrity Skin by Hole and Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet), it would be called "There's  No Place I'd Rather Be Than Augusta, Georgia... and The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Can Eat It"....   Or....something like that.