Teppy and Tim are married by now!

I hope she had more fun than stress.

Sure - meant under the wire as in on the same she they got married.

First and foremost, happy wedding day, Steph and Tim!

And now, for the rest.

Happy (belated?), lovely smonster. Also, congrats and yays galore to Suzi for her belt, and Steph and glam for their jobs, and a happy belated to bt. I'm sorry to hear about all of the family drama, but glad to read you have enough sane family non-drama left to have a very happy birthday. Your posts are always a joy to read.

sj, I'm sorry to read about all of the family drama, too. bonny, so much ~ma, and much health~ma to Niki. quester, as others wrote, I'm sorry to read about your niece, but glad that you're there for her. Also, this generation is amazing. I'm still getting used to the fact that now people actually talk about their problems and history of violence and illness, and do so online.

Hil, you're in my thoughts. I hope you'll be able to figure out a career solution that will take into consideration your health, ASAP. vw, as others wrote, what you're doing is nothing short of amazing.

Makeup Forever's Aqua Rouge

Thank you so much for this tip - I'll try to look for it here. I've been looking for a good lipstick that stays on the lips for longer than an hour for quite a while.

Third in a row, waiting for the big Steph and Tim wedding post:

Was supposed to be in a sci-fi con right now, with tickets ordered and purchased in advanced and wonderful plans from today till Wednesday (including Knights of Badassdom screening, lectures and panels with great speakers and friends buying my dinners).

Instead, I'm in bed, with sudden weakness and feeling generally blahish. I kindda hate being post-mono yet sensitive to anything viral in my vicinity. Hoping it's a 24 hours thing and I'll be back on my feet for tomorrow, and will only miss 1/3 of the things. I was really looking forward for this.

Well, the monthly migraine is here, right on schedule. Hello, you bastard. Have some Tylenol. And some Advil. And some coffee. Not working, of course.

Is there any chance that the Mirena could be causing these headaches? I don't remember getting them before the last year or so, not this bad. Maybe it's menopause.

Shir and Zen, I hope you both feel better soon.

Ouch. Sorry, Zen.

Zen - data point of one - my Mirena hasn't increased my headaches. The whole monthly process, for me, has been hugely better than it used to be.

Karate tournament was yesterday. CJ just moved into the 17-34, black belt group. This is the most competitive/hard core division. He placed 2nd in kata (forms). We were both happily shocked. Then it came to sparring. We were surprised right off that all the competitors were more in the 17-21 range and there were only 7 of them. CJ did well and ended up in the match for 3rd and 4th place against a second degree black belt (CJ just earned his black belt in March). His sparring looked FANTASTIC. After a hard hit to his opponents shoulder which had been dislocated a couple of months ago, he had to kneel while the guy got attention to make sure his shoulder was ok. Two/three hits later, CJ took a slam to his face which rocked him back. Now his opponent had to kneel while CJ got attention. Once his bloody nose was attended to, the match continued. I don't remember the final score, but he lost and took 4th place. (Which is fantastic given his competition). So a little while after the match, CJ was checking out his nose and asked my training partner (a nurse) to look at it. Yep, broken. So far no black eyes, but his nose has a bit of extra character now.

LOOOOONG post ahoy!

Teppy and Tim are married by now!

I hope she had more fun than stress.

Guys, I need to vent to you, because I don't want to do it anywhere else (certainly not Facebook). If I can talk about the REALLY hurtful part, I'm hoping that I can move past it and focus my memories on the good parts.

The Good Parts:
I am indescribably happy to be Tim's wife. Tim's family is...amazing. So, so amazing. My brother officiating was the only thing that almost made me cry. He was spectacular. We ended up having great weather and a fire pit in the evening. Our friends are hilarious and awesome. My family is great, and worked their asses off for the wedding. Everyone said how gorgeous my dress was (even the bartender and servers). Tim's niece said I looked better in the dress than the model in the picture online. Lots of people told us that our ceremony -- particularly our vows -- made them cry.

We *intended* our last dance to be "At Last," but we really weren't in a weepy emotional place, so as the song wound down, I said to Tim "We have to play the Pina Colada song for my brother," because he loves it as much as I do (I only found this out a week ago). So I sprinted over to the laptop and cued it up. So for the *actual* last dance of my wedding, *I* danced with my brother, and Tim danced with our guy friend Coyote. It was awesome.

The Rant:
I am INCREDIBLY unhappy with the way the B&B treated us. I can't state that strongly enough. The event they double-booked (the Underground Railroad tour), that the owner never told us about ahead of time, but when I found out about it independently she ASSURED me that "the wedding is the top priority!" and that the tour really wouldn't even be a big deal, WAS, in fact, a HUGE deal.

When we arrived at 2:00 -- which is when the owner told us we could come and start setting up -- there were literally 50 people touring the B&B, including the bedrooms, and nothing was set up for the wedding. Nothing. In fact, they were running a "cafe" as part of the Underground Railroad tour in one of the rooms we needed for the wedding. There were historical reenactors there and a damn banjo band out front just plucking away. So showing up early to set up was 100% fucking pointless, and there were so many people in the B&B that we couldn't do anything.

I walked in the dining room, realized it wasn't set up, looked on the patio and realized that it also wasn't set up for the ceremony, and I lost my shit on an epic scale. I had to go up to the room (through dozens of people streaming up and down the staircase, trying to go in the guest rooms) and I just sobbed for about 20 minutes. (I had not, for the record, done my makeup yet.) My mom came in, yelled at me "Calm down! You NEED TO CALM DOWN!!!" which made me yell back at her "NEVER tell someone who's upset to calm down!" and I looked at Tim and said, "Get her out of here NOW."

Tim, who is a rock star, just calmly walked over to my mom and said "Let me handle this, please. Come back in a little bit." The photographer showed up while I was freaking out, and tried to calm me down, too. We needed to get ready so we could do early pictures, but then the house and grounds were jam-packed full of strangers so we couldn't get pictures because people kept walking through.

Because we couldn't do early pictures, Tim's dad was wandering around wondering aloud why he had to be there at 4:00 if no one was taking pictures (I didn't find that out until today, which is VERY good, because if I had heard him, I would have had an aneurysm).

Not doing early pictures meant we had to do them all after the ceremony, which made dinner late, and despite the fact there were appetizers and a bountiful bar, some guests were pissed that dinner was late. Since we had to do pictures before dinner, we didn't get a chance to mingle with guests before dinner, and a large handful of our guests left right after cake (mostly my family, due to legit health issues; I'm not mad that they left; I'm mad that our timeline got so fucked over that we (continued...)