First, before you say anything yes I am working on a wedding post.  Once that’s done, you should know that this puppy is getting archived…at least for now until we go and have some babies (NOT NOW MOTHER)  The site will still be here though with quick links to our sites including this one…

www.allieandmatt.com/365

It’s our new 365 photo blog page starting from our wedding day, through the first year of marriage! It’s a photo diary of sorts, to go hand in hand with the sweet Nikkon D60.  There are still some tweaks–Matt wanted to use his own site cause he’s so creative, but it’s up and ready.  Now, make sure that you start back on August 23 and catch up, and then check it daily for our photos.  Some days will surely be less exciting than others, but that’s ok  b/c it’s our life together…all of it.

It’s time, tommorrow’s the day.  We’re both very excited and desperatly trying to take it all in and enjoy.  It’s crazy how even when we’re trying to take it all in it still swims by.

We love you all and look forward to sharing out day with you!

Cause guess what–I’M GETTING MARRIED!!!

We get married in 4 days.  Wow.  As I told Jaime, I’m pretty much the most excited that any excited person has ever been today

After Saturday, I will go from Alli.son Kn.estrick to A.llison Do.ssett. 

My family is almost 100% German.  Seriously.  My last name sounds as much and brings with it thoughts of “German type” stuff.  No, not just weinerschnitzle or beer, but dark hair, (and a lot of it), fair skin, big boned, all of those generalities.  Right or wrong, you think of Brunhilda.

D.ossett on the other hand sounds so….pretty.  And so it was with a embarrassingly satsified grin that I explain to Jaime on Sunday that I will now have a “pretty girl name”

And so I sit here waiting away the hours.  My “powers that be” have told me to just hang out today-I mean, there’s not much I can do without starting a huge new project.  So here I am…trying to take in the last few days as Brunhilda…

If you know me, or have been on this blog at all, then you know that I’ve been sick for 11 days…11 days people. 

On Monday my friend Kristie convienced me to go the Doctor.  I was trying so hard to avoid antiboitics.  So I went, and she told me it was probably a cold, but that she would do a throat culture and give me an Rx if I wanted.  “No” I told her “I will tough it out”. 

I left knowing that I could call at any point if I got worse and have a Rx within moments, or if nothing else I would get my -surely negative-results by Thursday. 

So I went home and rested. 

And my voice came back.

And then I got a cold.

Finally yesterday I tried calling for my results since I hadn’t heard yet.  But they didn’t have any answers.

I tried the line again today, but nothing in.

At 5:45pm on my way to do the walkthru at our reception hall my Doctor called me.  She apologized, the results had just come in.  I was ready for her to say negative.  Instead, she tells me it took them all week to figure out what I have, and that there’s still “something” they can’t identify.  But what they do know is that I have the H Flu.  I am apparently a sicky, BIGTIME.   To the extent that my Doc kept apologizing, telling me that my throat looked fine and she never would’ve thought.

So, I resign myself to the fact.  I finish the walk thru and head to get my Rx.  It’s 7:45pm when I pick it up-too late to call the Dr.  So that means it’s too late when I read the label on the Rx:

“Avoid Direct Exposure to Sunlight”

Ummm HELLLLLLOOOO- We’re going to MEXICO  for our honeymoon.  Jesus.

So Matt and I are calling the doctor in the morning to get him a precautionary prescription and me a new one.  In the meantime, he was kind enough to find me a sunhat a la Golden Girls at Tar.get.  I’ll just stick with a sombrero.

I knew I should’ve kept my head outta that DC trashcan…

While I am very excited to see all our friend and family,  I would be lieing if I said any of you people could compare with these two

Don’t get me wrong, I love ya’ll but seriously, you know you’d feel the same.  So as I was thinking about finally getting to see these two squirts again, I started going back into our first meeting and found this…*sigh*

Waffle House Wedding 

She found a back-up idea “just in case”.  In case of what, I have no clue cause it would take a LOT

DRUNK…

DRUNKER…

DRUNKEST…

And the boys….

What’s worse than a cold?

A Summer Cold.

What’s worse than a summer cold?

A Bride with a summer cold, 2 weeks out from her wedding.

That’s right, I got the funk.  It’s actually the oddest cold I’ve had in a while.  I only call it a “cold” b/c that’s what I’m told the doctors are calling it.  Apparenlty it’s going around-this weird cold-which I got from a co-worker.  I don’t feel very good, but I sound a hell of a lot worse. Not really stuffy, but I have a slight cough, and most of all I sound like a 1-900 operator.

Meanwhile, this wedding business has apparently made me a clean freak.  I clean up every morning before work, and just about every night.  I felt like hell last night, but here I was straightening up.  Matt loves it, I’m just boggled by it.  I suppose it’s a need to keep things organize right now, you know, seeing as it’s TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY and all, but still.  I’m not a dirty person, but I tend to be the more “clean hard core” rather than a daily straightener.  But here I am.  I wonder what will happen after the wedding…moreover, if I’m like this now, I’m almost afraid of how I’ll be wehn I eventually get preggers and start to nest.  Jesus.  Seriously, who is sick and forego’s resting to clean their kitchen???  Now I understand how my friend Andi felt right before her wedding-I couldnt’ figure out why she was always wanting to clean.

Now I’m off to rest on the couch…and work on the wedding.  Whatever will I do in 3 weeks with my time??

Allie

So Saturday night was my bachelorette party.  I was hoping to get some photos up here but alas, I can’t find my friggen cord for the camera.  So for now, there’s no photographic evidence :)  Actually…there is…I just can’t get it off the camera. 

The night went a little something like this though.  The other two yaya’s came up from the home office for the night.  Seemingly harmless enough, we headed to DC to meet the girls, eat some food, and drink a little.  Our original plans kept getting scrapped, and I will be the first to admit I was a bit unsure of how the night would go.  As usual, J pulled through. 

Bubba, in all his anal retentive wisdom, actually reserved us a table at a tapas place. And thank goodness.  The tapas was delish, but not nearly as delish as the Sangria.  Do you know it’s outlawed in VA b/c it’s liquor and wine together?  I didn’t…but I know why they do now! The evening ended with my pink boa eating straws, and the bum yanking a cute little cast iron skillet.  Gotta love her bags!

From there we headed to Mad Hatter.  It was still fairly quiet there, given it was just around 11pm.  I had worried about being “that” girl–that bachelorette.  But as it turned out, I was kinda a hit…at least in my world which is allllll that matters :)  Frankly, I was probably just that old lady in the bar :)-  A few Re.d Bul.l and Vodk.a’s later and we headed to Adam’s Mo.rgan to some bar for Kareoke.  It gets blurry from there.  Somehow I just kept ending up in cabs, and people were paying for stuff, and giving me liquor, and then there was the serenading and the kareoke…

We ended up on the metro, where I proceeded to let everyone know that “it’s ok, I’m drunk, but it’s my bachellorette party and I’m usually the good girl so it’s ok I’m drunk”

Basically, I made an a** of myself ;) 

Of course, I paid for it the next morning…and the day after too.  I’m too old for this, but it was fun as hell

Now the boy heads down south for his bachelor party.  Perhaps I will write “if lost, return to…” and write it on his stomach in Sh.arpie while he’s asleep. :)  He’ll have fun, and his boys can deal with drunk Bubba.

Godspeed my friends, Godspeed.

Allie

With just a measly 24 days left before the wedding, things are getting fun.  Well, fun for me-I enjoy the pre-event pandamonium.  Matt, on the other hand is a little more stressed given all the little details.  It’s surprising since he’s a stickler for details, but the fact remains that he’s just not sure what all those details consist of…and most of them are in my head :)  Hey, I tried spelling them out but that freaked him out too.

Last night we were laying in bed when the following conversation ensued:

Matt:  “I’ve inherited my mom’s worry gene….”

Me: (suprised, given that as far as I know my role in this relationship is that of the worrier) Why do you say that babe?  WHat are you worried about?

Matt: Lots of stuff, so many little details.  I can’t help this sense of (pause) IMPENDING DOOM

(que crickets)

Me: (snarky) Wow hun, tell me how you REALLY feel.

Him: (now really enjoying this) Hey, you know why men die before their wives??

Me: (skeptically) Whyyyyy?

Him: (giggling like a kid) Because they want to! HAHAHA!

At which point I proceeded to knee him in the kidney.  THIS is what I’m signing up for….