I am so NOT used to the new look of my old blog, that I just looked at it half-way down the page and thought, "Geeze, whose blog is this?  She reads a lot of the same stuff I do."

I'm bizarre sometimes.

Now, here are some more wedding pictures from Sam Edwards Photography.  Like you were done with this?  HA!

My gorgeous flowers that I did "myself"... with the help of Goose, Wacky, Student!, Sam, my Seester, and Amy...  but hey, I came up with the idea and ordered them myself!

It didn't rain on my parade, thanks to some help from Uncle Tony... about 60 seconds before he was 90 proof!

Ma and Pa King kicked some serious ass (no offense, Elaine and Wrenn) in the "We've Been Married Longer Than You" Dance-Game, which Jason and I lost in less than 45 seconds...

Our "official" photographers, SisB and Heather!  Not to worry, SisB eats like a champ, she really IS just naturally thin (the bitch) and nobody from the King Family Circus had to force food or drink down her gullet.  It was as much fun as I imagined it would be to have those two around in real life, which was more fun than one could possibly imagine.  Yeah, sit around and think about that for a while...

Yeah, baby!

Ahhhh, this is MUCH better!  Apple Crisp Julie changed hers, and so did Sis B, so I had to change mine.  I figured out how to fix a couple of things, then change the layout again... and again... and again... and now I like it quite a lot, actually.

Last night, PB... whose real name is Jason.  My husband's name is Jason, so there.  We went to see a band play at a local restaurant.  They were really good and we had a great time.  On the way home, we passed one of FarmVegas's finest with a car pulled over, clearly giving the driver a field sobriety test.  It was not pretty.  The driver looked as though she could have used a flux capacitor to get from a street corner in 1984 to FarmVegas last night.  As we rolled passed, Jason says, "Damn, that looks like a REAL episode of COPS!"  And it did.  It really, really did.

Okay, I've redone the blog a bit... What do you think?  But I don't know how to get rid of that little box that tells me that a picture or video is gone.  I don't even know what photobucket is.  Never used it.  Help!

I want to be a weather man.  Not really, but really... it's the only job where you can be wrong most of the time and stay employed.  Last week the weatherman called for unbelievable heat and drought with no end in sight.  It's been in the upper 80s to low 90s with rain just about every day since.  NOW it's going back into the 100s. 

On the day of our wedding, it was to be in the upper 80s with a 30% chance of rain.  I spent the early morning at the wedding site with Goose, Wacky, Student!, and the Best Man getting flowers ready.  My Seester and The Trucker, Amy and her husband showed  up a while later to lend a hand.  It was freakin' HOT and not a cloud in the sky.  So sunny I was getting sunburned in the shade.  (You know, 'cause I'm albino and all.)  At 10:45, my Seester, Amy and I left to get our nails did, then it was back to the hotel for my hair-do, makeup and to get in the dress. 

I was about to dive into the dress at 3:15 when Joanna, the wedding site coordinator called to tell me they were putting the rain sides up on the pavilion.  Whaaaa??? 
Her:  Well, we just thought it would be a good idea since there's a chance we might get a little rain.
Me:  I guess.  I mean, don't you think that's a little over-cautious?  The chance of rain is only 30%.
Her:  Welllllllllll, it just looks like we might get a little shower.
Me:  Really?  Well, if you think it's necessary...
Her:  Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, they're calling for a little storm. 
Me:  Oh.
Her:  Uh, Tiffany, when was the last time you were outside?
Me:  About noon.
Her:  Can you see out a window?
Me:  Yeah, just a second... Holy shitballs, Batman.  (Trees are bending sideways.  Sky is BLACK and SWIRLING.  ALL HELL IS ABOUT TO BREAK LOOSE.)
Her:  So, what do you want to do?
Me:  Put those rain sides up!  We can't get married on the dock during a monsoon!  I'll call PB and tell him.  We're getting married on the dance floor, I guess.

WTF weatherman?

The bad news?  We didn't get married on the dock.  The good news?  I didn't get sunburned during the wedding, nobody passed out, and nobody fell in.  More good news?  It went from 95 to about 78 in less than 30 minutes.  The rain sides came down about an hour later when it stopped raining and the sun came out.  We still got to take pictures on the dock.  We stayed up and rocked it out until midnight.  There were virtually no bugs at the wedding, and nobody had to smell like Deep Woods Off!

Oh, what a month it's been!!!  PB and I have been married for something like 5 weeks.  He's finished school and is now waiting on the final contract negotiations to be hammered down (tomorrow) for his new job.  It will be great to have the both of us doing what we're meant to do, and doing it from our home!

Speaking of our home...  we're in the process of deciding on whether we'll be staying in our current home or finding another place to lay our heads.  The house we're in is out of our price range to buy, and is on the expensive side for a rental, but if we're careful with the utilities this winter we'll do okay... and honestly, the thought of moving again, just to turn around and move in another year or so (which is our hope... to buy in a year) is enough to make me vomit.  Of course, the tops on renting this house is 2 years, which will be up next November ('11), and I really don't want to be moving during the winter... so, well, we've got to figure something out.

I've just finished a 13 day work week.  Yikes.  It was rough.  Really rough.  But, that's done with, and now we're back on track for everything, so life goes on.  I used to work weeks like that all the time, really, but now they take the piss right out of me.  I'm so freakin' tired at the end of a 12-13 hour day, and when there's no day to sleep until 10, I just can't catch up.

PB's official graduation was yesterday.  Whoo hoo!  We had a great time with his family at the ceremony (and his sister-in-law, nephew, and I totally made fun of people, and will ask the sweet baby Jesus to forgive us), then PB and I went on to his classmate's house for a cookout.  We got to take lots of things that were leftover from the wedding, and broke a jar of sweet pickles (awesome, since I don't even like sweet pickles).  It was really nice to get to meet people I'd only heard about over the past year.  We kept making plans to meet up with his classmates,  but it never worked out.  It was great to actually meet them, and some of his instructors, too.  They were very cool, and it was nice to talk to them outside of school.

I'm still working on thank you cards.

I have learned that a pseudo-"friend" in FarmVegas is telling people how horrible I am for not having invited her to my wedding.  I'll write another post about this soon, no doubt, as there was more than one problem with non-"A-list" friends thinking they've been severely dissed  by not being invited even when I've gone out of my way to explain that I couldn't invite everyone.  Maybe the problem is that everyone thinks they're A-list.  I don't know how to fix that.

Yeah, I kind of feel like that now. 

I still need to return all kinds of wedding stuff to Spellbound, and there's all the thank you cards to write, and well, frankly, we still have to find a place to put some of the things we got.  And then there's the normal rigamarole of work, paying bills (and catching up on a few), mowing the lawn, making dinner, etc.  It's a little overwhelming with the post-wedding settling in and all.  Plus, I'm working out on a regular basis.  I know that's a good thing, but it adds one more thing to the "to do" list.  And now that PB's done with school and is here all the time, there's all this "together" time that wasn't there before.  It's great, but it's a new piece of the dance that takes a little getting used to when you've spent at least 3 nights a week apart.  It's all coming together, though, and it's lovely.  I just want that winter honeymoon in the late summer, I think.  :)

Happy July, y'all.  I wish I had something for you, but my head hurts.  So let's all sit back, and just look at the wonder of nature... then get it on grasshopper style, just like these horny little bastards in my innocent whiskey barrel planter did.

Maybe there was some whiskey left over.