tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44585960745761586582024-03-14T01:49:18.845-07:00THE BAD BRIDE BLOGBad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-67459683494518678532011-02-15T18:56:00.000-08:002011-02-15T18:57:34.564-08:00Book Ends"Miss" and "Want" are two deviants I want to punch in the f-ing face. I miss my old life, my brother, my hometown, my grandmother who's been dead for twenty-five years. I mean, WTF peeps? With the nostalgia already? I want what I can't have (typical American), what I don't need, what I everyone else wants (which makes me want it a little bit less, actually, on principal).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I stole this from <a href="http://snippetandink.com/">Snippet & Ink</a>, because it's gorgeous. And whenever I want anything, or take any damn thing for granted, I should look at this bench and its polished little plaques and I should think about whatever story is encompassed in those two little pieces of brass, and I should shut my mouth and be grateful. </div>Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-2450403476242278822011-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:002011-02-15T18:42:06.176-08:00Dream a littleI dreamt that I kissed my co-worker.<br />
Or he kissed me.<br />
It's not clear.<br />
But I could feel it. I still feel it.<br />
It was lovely.<br />
It felt solid. His lips were firm, and warm, and interested.<br />
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</div>I am Bride FAIL.Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-74722346800899016952010-09-14T18:10:00.000-07:002010-09-14T18:24:00.378-07:00love like thatMaybe if I were marrying the man of my dreams, I'd spend a couple hundred bucks on a big fuck-off <a href="http://jenniferbehr.com/index.php?main=gall&gall=2&thumb=3&page=1">flower</a> for my hair.<br />
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Or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">maybe</span> I wouldn't care if I were wearing a flower or a scrunchie, because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">maybe</span>, when you love someone that much, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">none of the rest of it matters at all.</span><br />
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Because she's his family, and he <i>loves</i> her.<br />
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My friend David, whom I don't even know anymore, once told me that he knew how much people cared about him by the way they treated his cat. Because his cat, it was commonly known, was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">his most loved thing in the world.</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I tried to be accommodating. "Ok," I said, "it's your wedding, too. But I don't think people there will</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>understand</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">." It's the Midwest, and the last time anyone wore a kilt in the Midwest was Briar Rentilla in the eleventh grade, and everyone thought it was a skirt. But even then, we had an excuse: it was the '90's.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So said I, "You can...as long as you realize</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">this is a wedding, and not a Renaissance Faire." </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I just can't let it go. So, for example, it would be ok to wear a kilt if we were getting married at a manor in the highlands. Or if literally</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>anyone</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">in the wedding party were more Scottish than myself--and I'm only about a third Scottish. Or had an accent. We are what you'd call "Yankees."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So that's my beef.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Wear the kilt, if you can wear it authentically. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But not if it's because you like to think you're punk.</span>Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-88064885623998541422010-08-31T21:22:00.000-07:002010-09-06T14:57:12.417-07:00With or Without You<div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 510px;">One thing everyone asks me is "Well, can you live without him?" And my answer is, "Yes."<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I mean, is that the wrong answer?</span><br />
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Maybe I'm just jaded or a cynic, but I've known enough loved ones who have passed, have had enough broken hearts from boys I thought I loved, that I know very well that the heart heals, and you can move on from any disaster. Would I be ok if he died? Yes, of course. Do I want him to die? No, of course not. But are those the facts--yes, they are the facts.<br />
Does this make me a bad bride?<br />
Very possibly.<br />
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Because everyone looks at me like I'm nuts. But I think this is very realistic. I think this is truly honest. Show me anyone who may die and ask if I'll survive; I will. Will I be broken? Maybe, for a time. But death, and parting, are part of life. Anyone who thinks otherwise is kidding themselves.<br />
This is not Romeo & Juliet, people. Lookit where it got them.<br />
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</div>Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-74122779628713958262010-08-27T16:45:00.001-07:002010-08-27T16:45:33.276-07:00What If...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">So I made a wish on <a href="http://eastsidebride.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-esb-i-wish-i-had-wedding-time.html" style="color: #235fa3; text-decoration: none;">East Side Bride </a>for a wedding time machine, and got some great comments. The below was my fav, and you know, I dunno...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I've been secretly plotting out just how to do such a thing.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> It would involve flowers bought that day from the grocery store, a ride with my beau to a hotel in the mountains, a possible rendezvous with our friend J from Wyoming who's ordained, certainly some sort of new white cocktail dress (from where? from where??), liquid eyeliner, my silver heels, grandma's pearl clutch purse, her Irish hankie tied around the stems of the grocery-store bouquet, the fancy suit my beau proposed to me in, a Mac for our music, and maybe just a little corner in the hotel restaurant to canoodle. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i>I think this is a really great set up for a secret wedding. Go marry your hunny bunny on your own, in your own way and don't tell a damn soul.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i> </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br />
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</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Do it.</i></span>Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-22843619823161383622010-08-27T16:45:00.000-07:002010-08-27T16:45:04.472-07:00MoH FB WTF?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My Matron of Honor, in a move that I did not see coming, posted pictures of me trying on wedding dresses on</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Facebook</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">. Said one of my friends, "Maybe she needs a book on how to be a Maid of Honor?"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But I can't imagine there's a chapter in such a book dictating that a MoH should not post pictures of the bride, prior to her wedding, trying on wedding gowns, in a public forum.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Thankfully, I found out before my beau did and was able to keep him off Facebook until the pictures could be taken down.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://simplyclairemakeup.blogspot.com/" style="color: #235fa3; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">img: simplyclaire</span></a></span>Bad Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08935473174109838690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458596074576158658.post-7783084056164014352010-08-27T16:44:00.000-07:002010-08-27T16:44:53.930-07:00Wedding Redeux<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I wish I could have a wedding re-do. Do any other prospective brides feel this way? Here I am, two-ish months out, and guess what? I've decided I hate it all.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A million beautiful gowns keep popping up. And I realized I want a diff color combination. And flowers. Hell, a whole different time of year. I love the fall, always wanted fall, but F* the fall, I want spring. I want big fluffly peonies and ruffly ranunculus and black centered white anemones. I want spring green bridesmaid dresses, and a wedding gown/party dress of frothy tulle, dammit, because tulle is the bridal fabric. I want a delicate black ribbon around my neck dripping with an heirloom or a black flower in my hair, and green satin shoes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I want, like I originally wanted, to screen print my invites. If I could've only gotten it together. Little poster art.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">DAMN!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's too late to take it all back!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It's such crap that the only way to figure out what you want is to plan something and realize it's not what you want.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's my one wedding, my only wedding, how can I be trusted to plan it correctly the first time?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #67736e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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