Yes down the love is bigger than we path, AGAIN.
Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a follower of the "MEAN PEOPLE SUCK so weave a few flowers in your hair and LOVE each other" philosophy. Some people are mean, hurtful, self absorbed, one dimensional. They ARE a part of life. MOVE past it. I am, however, a believer in "one person can make a difference and, if you require some sort of incentive, pay it forward" thought process.
I bet I am losing you ---AGAIN.... just watch .... If WE-the collective whole(yes ma'am I SAID IT) are capable of coming together through music...just think...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Just So You ALL Know ......
I don't want to alarm you, but I have a feeling my wedding invitations are going to rock your world. That Is All.
THANKS JONNA ... NO I MEAN IT .....Your work is bananas.
I LOVE them.
ALSO,
As Always I wanted to share what I am feeling.
THANKS JONNA ... NO I MEAN IT .....Your work is bananas.
I LOVE them.
ALSO,
As Always I wanted to share what I am feeling.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Last Sunday's wedding task was starting a registry--- This was truly something to behold. Brad and I have very different ideas when it come to what the process entails. He: Five things tops as anything else is RUDE She:people need choices, options, they want to see what we like.
The book AND Martha's advice is as follows--(I’ve recently run across a bit of advice to brides and grooms that has me shaking my head. “When you register,” they are being told, “register for three times as many presents as you think you’ll receive.” So, if you send 150 invites, you should register for 450 items! The theory, it goes, is that this gives your guests some choices when they go to the registry. Na Na to you B.)
By the way, in case you were wondering, Brad and I decided we are TERRIBLE at registering for anything. I think our main problem is that we've lived together--in less than four hundred sq ft-- for what feels like a hundred years already, so domestically speaking, we are "what we need" challenged. The things we do want--- great serving dishes, play station3, Omaha Steak, Bob Steak and Chop House gift cards, GOOD luggage and Frette fitted sheets. We did NOT register for fine china e.g. dishes we can take out 10 years down the road when we can afford to buy a place with a dining room.( trust me, ten years is me being OPTIMISTIC.) They are so ...absurdly... expensive we would feel terrible putting those on the list, especially when so many people are already traveling such great distances and spending so much to be with us. Is it worth it, do you think, to register for fine china? ....ask for anything you'll never be able to put in the dishwasher because they don't have a big IKEA stamped on the bottom?(Thanks for this reference Holly)(Yes we tried-- you cannot register at IKEA)
At any rate, I considered them for a hot minute because that's what you're supposed to register for when you get married, especially in S.C.. I was lamenting my struggle at work when a colleague suggest we do pottery. We pick the glaze and friends and family can share something personal that is written underneath the dinner plate... I am in love and will posting the info soon.
http://parkerpottery.com
https://www.napastyle.com/user/wishlist.jsp-----you have to see this site!{login:justinabradley@gmail.com} {password:wishlist}
www.cb2.com(our fav)
www.CrateandBarrel.com
lowes.com(second fav)
http://www.williams-sonoma.com
http://www.bobs-steakandchop.com
http://www.omahasteaks.com
http://www.greenergrassdesign.com/(ANYTHING)
We will be making our "R" trip to Target, Sam's, Costco and Wal*Mart ASAP.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
I Do I Do Too Part Two
Date Engaged:
September 18, 2009
Where did you meet?
Limestone College. It was only later that we discovered we had been around each other for two years and even had friends in common from college. I attend most of Brad's lacrosse games but we were never introduced!
How did he propose?
I moved half way across the country to be with my MAN! I started a new job. Brad picked me up from my first day of work. Instead of heading home he took me to Inari's in Palisade(wine country section of the valley), to a restaurant I wanted, desperately, to try when I visited him over the summer. He insisted on ordering the best bottle of red in the house and I argued, fiercely, that we should not spend that sort of money for a mid-week non-celebratory dinner. After dinner all I could think about was getting home, crawling into the back of the moving truck for clothes for work the next day, and falling into bed. Brad wanted to drive around until sunset for the view. Sunset in Grand Junction, at the highest peek, is rivaled only by sunsets on the beaches of South Carolina. The sunset was, as usual, breathtakingly beautiful. We drove towards home but one block from our Casita Brad turned down a street I did not recognize. Lyn:Babe? To which BABE responded:You begged to see this at night, remember? It was a special spot with a beautiful, panoramic, view of the valley and mountains. Brad jumped out of the truck as I watched from inside. He encouraged me to JOIN him and experience the twinkle of the city lights at dusk out in the open air. I put on my high heeled shoes and clambered out of the truck. I walked in front of him to see, what he said was, the perfect view. He turned me around to face him, leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Are you going to marry me, Babe?" I crushed him to me and said "How sweet of you to say that Brad!... That makes me feel so good" He had to break my bear hug to say "NO" Justina LYN, LISTEN TO ME" "I am asking you to marry ME!" at which point he opened the box that I had crushed between us in my exuberance! Lyn: I love You. I love You. I love you." Brad: Is that a YES?
I am not proud of what is to follow--but it is hysterically funny to me so I decided to included it--
We drove home and I, immediately, locked myself in the water closet...ripped off all my clothes and called my family..um ..well.. I do this when someone surprises me--- meaning my reaction to extreme shock is to get NAKED--THIS IS THE REASON MY FAMILY NEVER SURPRISES ME-- and, yes, I have learned to control this particular idiosyncratic behavior to the point that I do not get arrested or expose naked flesh to anyone when surprised. Luckily, I realized half way into the first conversation I should be sharing this with MY intended. I dressed, unlocked the bathroom door and jumped on the couch for the rest of the phone calls. DO NOT JUDGE ME~
When is your wedding date?
July 31, 2009
Why a Charleston Wedding?
It is home to me
Where do you reside now?
Grand Junction, Colorado
September 18, 2009
Where did you meet?
Limestone College. It was only later that we discovered we had been around each other for two years and even had friends in common from college. I attend most of Brad's lacrosse games but we were never introduced!
How did he propose?
I moved half way across the country to be with my MAN! I started a new job. Brad picked me up from my first day of work. Instead of heading home he took me to Inari's in Palisade(wine country section of the valley), to a restaurant I wanted, desperately, to try when I visited him over the summer. He insisted on ordering the best bottle of red in the house and I argued, fiercely, that we should not spend that sort of money for a mid-week non-celebratory dinner. After dinner all I could think about was getting home, crawling into the back of the moving truck for clothes for work the next day, and falling into bed. Brad wanted to drive around until sunset for the view. Sunset in Grand Junction, at the highest peek, is rivaled only by sunsets on the beaches of South Carolina. The sunset was, as usual, breathtakingly beautiful. We drove towards home but one block from our Casita Brad turned down a street I did not recognize. Lyn:Babe? To which BABE responded:You begged to see this at night, remember? It was a special spot with a beautiful, panoramic, view of the valley and mountains. Brad jumped out of the truck as I watched from inside. He encouraged me to JOIN him and experience the twinkle of the city lights at dusk out in the open air. I put on my high heeled shoes and clambered out of the truck. I walked in front of him to see, what he said was, the perfect view. He turned me around to face him, leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Are you going to marry me, Babe?" I crushed him to me and said "How sweet of you to say that Brad!... That makes me feel so good" He had to break my bear hug to say "NO" Justina LYN, LISTEN TO ME" "I am asking you to marry ME!" at which point he opened the box that I had crushed between us in my exuberance! Lyn: I love You. I love You. I love you." Brad: Is that a YES?
I am not proud of what is to follow--but it is hysterically funny to me so I decided to included it--
We drove home and I, immediately, locked myself in the water closet...ripped off all my clothes and called my family..um ..well.. I do this when someone surprises me--- meaning my reaction to extreme shock is to get NAKED--THIS IS THE REASON MY FAMILY NEVER SURPRISES ME-- and, yes, I have learned to control this particular idiosyncratic behavior to the point that I do not get arrested or expose naked flesh to anyone when surprised. Luckily, I realized half way into the first conversation I should be sharing this with MY intended. I dressed, unlocked the bathroom door and jumped on the couch for the rest of the phone calls. DO NOT JUDGE ME~
When is your wedding date?
July 31, 2009
Why a Charleston Wedding?
It is home to me
Where do you reside now?
Grand Junction, Colorado
I Do and I Do Too Part One
I hadn't dated anyone in three years. No hand holding . No Kisses. No Nothing.
I had a Lifetime Mini Series befall me. The guy I thought I love truly, madly, deeply ..the one I helped through chiropractic college (meaning I worked three jobs)took up with another girl in our Atlanta townhouse. All the gory detail are macabre and typical. It all ended with me dropping my Swedish sister, Liselotte off at the airport and driving home to catch the two going at it in the apartment. My family came to Atlanta and moved me home to Charleston. The mini series part ... I was critically ill and soon to have one five hour surgery, two chemical treatments, and two more surgeries to finish. Six months later I was WELL..physically, but I was a million miles from all better..um you can imagine. I was drowning in medical debt, my heart was broken and I was working in a children's shelter. I was not making ends meet and, literally, being taken care of by my family.
Being a good southern girl, reared in the buckle of the bible belt, I KNEW me some GOD. I hung out with him at least three times a week growing up. When I lost everything(my health, my independence, my love) I turned to a God. I realized I did not know who God really was. I read every religious writing(from every culture and group including the Book Of Shadows) I could get my hands on. I cried, no I wailed..rolled in the floor and per my sisters, foamed at the mouth. I got a seven or was it eight dollar an hour a job, the amount is inconsequential, to help out a little with the expenses piling up. I went through a "dark night of the soul" and there were no angels singing or light, suddenly, shooting out of anything especially me! Where was God?.I found him at the childrens shelter for which I worked. We would pray,we, being the children and I, secretly and miracles of biblical proportion(another story altogether)we'd received. I saw God in the faces of those children. My soul started to heal but my heart was a HOT MESS. I made a "What I want in a man" list in an almost disrespectful way, including things like good kisser, dark hair, a little rough around the edges in a manly way, YES, I am sure you get the idea, and poked it in my bible. --Whatever God-- was my attitude.
I was transferred by the liberal arts college for which I worked to an upstate rural town. I could not believe God was allowing this to happen to me. I was just beginning to find myself and I did not want to move.
I loved working with the students. Everything else, including love, was a none issue. My sisters discovered they were pregnant within seven weeks of each other. TA DAH I had something for which to live and love.
A Canadian,former student and lacrosse player moved back to teach and coach lacrosse. It barely made a ripple on the surface of my world. An "on campus" apartment opened up. I would need a roommate. I went to Converse College and swore the moment I graduated I would never live with a woman(other than my sisters) again. As I am sure you have guessed ..Coach Nasato need a place to live. I was not attracted to him and he was off women.(women were crazy, manipulative, heartless,cruel,thoughtless,controlling,users....wenches)
We moved in together. Because there was no spark we spent hours drinking wine, listening to music and purging all the ugly from our past. We became close friends.
Eventually we fell in love. I found the list in my bible. He fit the list to a T(what does that really mean!!)
....and there you have it...THANK YOU GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS
I had a Lifetime Mini Series befall me. The guy I thought I love truly, madly, deeply ..the one I helped through chiropractic college (meaning I worked three jobs)took up with another girl in our Atlanta townhouse. All the gory detail are macabre and typical. It all ended with me dropping my Swedish sister, Liselotte off at the airport and driving home to catch the two going at it in the apartment. My family came to Atlanta and moved me home to Charleston. The mini series part ... I was critically ill and soon to have one five hour surgery, two chemical treatments, and two more surgeries to finish. Six months later I was WELL..physically, but I was a million miles from all better..um you can imagine. I was drowning in medical debt, my heart was broken and I was working in a children's shelter. I was not making ends meet and, literally, being taken care of by my family.
Being a good southern girl, reared in the buckle of the bible belt, I KNEW me some GOD. I hung out with him at least three times a week growing up. When I lost everything(my health, my independence, my love) I turned to a God. I realized I did not know who God really was. I read every religious writing(from every culture and group including the Book Of Shadows) I could get my hands on. I cried, no I wailed..rolled in the floor and per my sisters, foamed at the mouth. I got a seven or was it eight dollar an hour a job, the amount is inconsequential, to help out a little with the expenses piling up. I went through a "dark night of the soul" and there were no angels singing or light, suddenly, shooting out of anything especially me! Where was God?.I found him at the childrens shelter for which I worked. We would pray,we, being the children and I, secretly and miracles of biblical proportion(another story altogether)we'd received. I saw God in the faces of those children. My soul started to heal but my heart was a HOT MESS. I made a "What I want in a man" list in an almost disrespectful way, including things like good kisser, dark hair, a little rough around the edges in a manly way, YES, I am sure you get the idea, and poked it in my bible. --Whatever God-- was my attitude.
I was transferred by the liberal arts college for which I worked to an upstate rural town. I could not believe God was allowing this to happen to me. I was just beginning to find myself and I did not want to move.
I loved working with the students. Everything else, including love, was a none issue. My sisters discovered they were pregnant within seven weeks of each other. TA DAH I had something for which to live and love.
A Canadian,former student and lacrosse player moved back to teach and coach lacrosse. It barely made a ripple on the surface of my world. An "on campus" apartment opened up. I would need a roommate. I went to Converse College and swore the moment I graduated I would never live with a woman(other than my sisters) again. As I am sure you have guessed ..Coach Nasato need a place to live. I was not attracted to him and he was off women.(women were crazy, manipulative, heartless,cruel,thoughtless,controlling,users....wenches)
We moved in together. Because there was no spark we spent hours drinking wine, listening to music and purging all the ugly from our past. We became close friends.
Eventually we fell in love. I found the list in my bible. He fit the list to a T(what does that really mean!!)
....and there you have it...THANK YOU GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS
Thursday, May 7, 2009
My Sunshine
In direct contradiction with all the cotton candy wedding TRAPPING is the other less shiny but truly beautiful and lasting picture of love:
Eat Drink Marry and Hopfully No Police.
Reception Venue : Check
Rehearsal Venue: Check
Invitations: Check
Flowers : Check
Attendants :Check
Music= Rehearsal/Wedding/Reception : Check
High Tea: Check
Grooms Attire: Check
What I will Be Prancing Around In:Check
HOLD the PHONE.....I haven't yet mentioned the actual reception venue. Lord Have Mercy on my soul.
Find to follow two photos and the website information.
The VIEW is speculator.
http://charleston.weddings.com/Local/charleston-The-Harbor-Grille/VendorDetail.aspx/CAR-217601
http://www.theharborgrille.com/
Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for any inappropriate behavior exhibit by hockey/ lacrosse boys or close to term pregnant Mummies. Also, new Mummies receive a get out of jail free card! I am SO NOT a woohoo girl but the last sentence is defiantly squeal worthy.
Brad is so excited(we are talking giddy) about the four hours of open bar. My version was more a wine coordinating with each course, champagne throughout and cognac to finish sort of celebration.( with a full coffee and espresso bar of course.) Brad wants a high end kegger. Stop my loves, I am being cheeky. However, I AM enthralled with the signature drinks=Moscow Mules-Elderflower Champagne Cocktails- and Black Raspberry Juleps. (I did insist we serve the salad after the entree and the beef/cheese had to be aged.) I have never been intoxicated . I PROMISE. I will not make July 31 2009 my first foray into puking girl-somebody PLEASE hold my hair- show some part of my body that has NEVER seen the light of day- sort of giddy bride. I fully intend to keep this soiree G rated. No worries.
SERIOUSLY NO worries.
Rehearsal Venue: Check
Invitations: Check
Flowers : Check
Attendants :Check
Music= Rehearsal/Wedding/Reception : Check
High Tea: Check
Grooms Attire: Check
What I will Be Prancing Around In:Check
HOLD the PHONE.....I haven't yet mentioned the actual reception venue. Lord Have Mercy on my soul.
Find to follow two photos and the website information.
The VIEW is speculator.
http://charleston.weddings.com/Local/charleston-The-Harbor-Grille/VendorDetail.aspx/CAR-217601
http://www.theharborgrille.com/
Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for any inappropriate behavior exhibit by hockey/ lacrosse boys or close to term pregnant Mummies. Also, new Mummies receive a get out of jail free card! I am SO NOT a woohoo girl but the last sentence is defiantly squeal worthy.
Brad is so excited(we are talking giddy) about the four hours of open bar. My version was more a wine coordinating with each course, champagne throughout and cognac to finish sort of celebration.( with a full coffee and espresso bar of course.) Brad wants a high end kegger. Stop my loves, I am being cheeky. However, I AM enthralled with the signature drinks=Moscow Mules-Elderflower Champagne Cocktails- and Black Raspberry Juleps. (I did insist we serve the salad after the entree and the beef/cheese had to be aged.) I have never been intoxicated . I PROMISE. I will not make July 31 2009 my first foray into puking girl-somebody PLEASE hold my hair- show some part of my body that has NEVER seen the light of day- sort of giddy bride. I fully intend to keep this soiree G rated. No worries.
SERIOUSLY NO worries.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Welcome to the world of Impending Wedding Syndrome
Friends and Family, beware. I'm not sure how this happens, but I tell you, you think you're a fairly laid-back, calm person, and then one particularly stressful day you buy the wrong invitation paper on ebay.(Lynn:I will not pay seven dollars a sheet for the plant-able paper. Jonna:HEY, wait I bet we can get it on ebay Brad: I will order it... started all this..) You are a few days away from a serious wedding etiquette time line disaster, experience a small, private moment of wig-out-lose your-ever-loving-mind-ness on your casita floor, and all of a sudden you figure out where they get the crazies for these Bridezilla shows. I have actually said-begin quote- I will NEVER be like those psyco-crazy-mean-princesses type chicks -end quote. Just try changing the venue and planning the wedding for 2,367 miles away. Welcome to our personal little hell. The only thing that helps... Brad is a groomzilla. We are a matching pair.
I have to add the following commercial to keep it real. I realize it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the current post but it serves to remind us both that thing could be a WHOLE lot worse.
Funny Cell Phone Commercial
I have to add the following commercial to keep it real. I realize it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the current post but it serves to remind us both that thing could be a WHOLE lot worse.
Funny Cell Phone Commercial
Saturday, May 2, 2009
My Colors Are Blush And Bashful
Shelby was right...there are many distinct differences when we are talking color palettes for THE wedding. I created my own.. hours and hours of work with color palate generators and when it was all said and done ended up back at my fav website. I will let the design students do it for me..and what better way than with CLOTHES..now my angels are singing~
The colors are Gold Fish Orange- Coral (REDDISH)- Turquoise(evey variation imaginable)-Aqua-Yellow(both bright and that lovely butter color) Navy Blue(Brad's add) Sand - Gun Metal Gray-
Primary colors are Turquoise and Coral.
The rest are shades and touches that we will weave into this "wedding coat of many colors" where necessary. TA DA
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