Visions of Photobooths dance in my head

Like I said in the previous post, I don't know if it's the weather or the mark of 1 yr. coming, but I am in major wedding mode! I have been doing so much, and researching a lot about different possibilites for the church and the reception! One of my latest thoughts has been renting a photobooth for our reception. I just think it would be a lot of fun, and it's unique! I can't say I have ever been to a wedding with a photobooth. I have started doing research, but because my wedding is pretty much in the ghetto, there is no place for me to rent from! I've looked at "national listings", but they are just ridiculously expensive. A few thousand dollars! Ah. Why is it that whenever I find something I really like that it doesn't work out??? Sometimes I just want to hire a wedding planner to do all of this for me!

First few things are DONE!

Yay! I don't know if it's the weather, or if it's the anticipation of our one year mark that has gotten me so motivated, but I have started getting some things done! I have made my 2 first DIY projects, and ordered our champagne flutes!

My champagne flutes are June Lane by Kate Spade. My next project is doing our aisle runner! I'm so happy that I'm so motivated!!





















Aisle runner like this (taken from blog www.roadtotheaisle.blogspot.com)

Fights may equal no engagement!

Matt and I got into a fight yesterday. It was ridiculous how the whole thing even came to be. We were on our way to look at new apartments, when I started talking about honeymoons.

I have always thought of honeymoons being a "once in a lifetime" chance to go somewhere (my parents went to Detroit for theirs, and I just don't want that). He kept telling me that I needed to get it through my head that we can't afford a major honeymoon. Well, on and on our fight went about our honeymoon until one thing lead to another, and it ended with us deciding not to get married. Matt immediatley turned around and went back home. It was officially awkward when we didn't talk the entire rest of the day, we live together so no running away. At the end of the night, we went our seperate ways with friends.

After many, many drinks, and a few bouts of throwing up. I stumbled my drunk ass home to find him there already, also completely drunk. I was so sick of all of it so I just broke down and started crying. He kept walking past me, calling our dog, trying his best not to say anything to me. He didn't even care that I was bawling my eyes out. I finally stood up, got in his face, and started yelling at him about how he was being a jerk and I couldn't believe that he didn't even care that I was crying! We finally started talking, and worked through our problems. It ended with him getting back down on one knee, and giving me my ring back! I'm happy that things turned out for the better, but being engaged makes fights just soooo much more bigger than needed. I did get some beautiful flowers out of it, and my favorite restaurants soup the next day!