<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:41:50.360-08:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='crepes'/><category term='moments'/><category term='favors'/><category term='engagement photos'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='Vans'/><category term='Josiah'/><category term='hair'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='Fitness Firday'/><category term='quick'/><category term='menswear'/><category term='suits'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Italian sodas'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='real weddings'/><category term='the future'/><category term='cute 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Photography'/><category term='fears'/><category term='stripes'/><category term='Maid of Honor'/><category term='Phoenix Art Museum'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='thank you cards'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='food'/><category term='Bethany'/><category term='dates'/><category term='checklist'/><category term='9spotmonk'/><category term='colors'/><category term='Amanda'/><category term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Moblogomy</title><subtitle type='html'>A bride on a bike</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3856921126361611479</id><published>2010-04-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:40:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;"take a couple shots of whiskey, get some  good sleep, and keep thinking "I'm NOT sick!" works for me every time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new plan of illness attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3856921126361611479?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3856921126361611479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/04/wise-man-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3856921126361611479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3856921126361611479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/04/wise-man-wisdom.html' title='Wise man wisdom'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2689003700096812768</id><published>2010-04-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:33:13.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><title type='text'>Ill.</title><content type='html'>Q: What's more stressful than the wedding week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The wedding week whilst sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, folks. Not only am I sick, but so is Josiah. Currently I sound like a choking man -- it's going to make for some fun dramatic readings of vows. Eff me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been totally swamped lately, so I know I've been slacking with the blog posts. I'll try to make it up to you with some crappy iPhone pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs457.ash1/25156_885243173521_10018911_51493533_3428078_n.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs437.snc3/25156_885245893071_10018911_51493652_6097357_n.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs458.snc3/26186_883958532951_10018911_51439500_4774465_n.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs437.snc3/25156_884504823181_10018911_51462869_3222630_n.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I am totally excited. I just now came to the realization that everyone I love will be in the same place at the same time. (Well, almost everyone -- I'll be missing Mia Mitchell, a dear friend who's becoming Argentinian hah.) How amazing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I guess it'll be pretty nice to be married. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to three more days of hellish, crazy times. And let's hope that my illness vanishes in the next 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2689003700096812768?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2689003700096812768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2689003700096812768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2689003700096812768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill.html' title='Ill.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2176105662555103533</id><published>2010-03-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:10:57.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSVPs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><title type='text'>RSVP decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For awhile now, I have been trying to come up with a way to display the RSVPs. I think I finally found something. I love this concrete wall in TCA -- it's the first thing you see walking up to the reception room. Also, the brunch buffet will be located on this landing, just to the right of the wall. I'm planning on draping four or five rows of RSVPs across, giving guests something to giggle at while waiting in the dreadful food line. Aren't I a nice hostess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4419222608_b9f4fd879e.jpg" border="1" height="253" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVPs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/atimg/233871/Geninne_s_art_blog__inspiration_display_2_rect540.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twine and clips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4425841591_c269c4eb69.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26389_873392826711_10018911_51050550_784950_n.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure joy, as exhibited by Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2176105662555103533?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2176105662555103533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rsp-decor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2176105662555103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2176105662555103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/rsp-decor.html' title='RSVP decor'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4419222608_b9f4fd879e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5801296827601526385</id><published>2010-03-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:01:58.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal party'/><title type='text'>So much matching in our bridal party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop2.vans.com/wcsstore/Vans/images/products/F7B3XZB.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop2.vans.com/wcsstore/Vans/images/products/EE33XZB.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.extremeeyewear.com/store/images/Wayfarer_1859_9146900.jpg" border="1" width="300" height="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5801296827601526385?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5801296827601526385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-matching-in-our-bridal-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5801296827601526385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5801296827601526385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much-matching-in-our-bridal-party.html' title='So much matching in our bridal party'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-7650374186267700808</id><published>2010-03-21T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:57:57.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4453340456_4ecf73255f.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalkboard project is almost complete! Now I just need to paint the easel the reddish orange of our wedding colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final (hopefully) dress fitting is tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-7650374186267700808?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7650374186267700808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7650374186267700808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7650374186267700808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4453340456_4ecf73255f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-4098558905002283128</id><published>2010-03-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:40:01.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>It's Friday night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of listening to funk rock and dancing around my living room, I have been Gchatting with Bethany and toiling over a time line for photos for the wedding. Hopefully you are having more fun than me! (Just kidding, talking to Bethany and watching Stella on Youtube is my dream Friday night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCMhRwMrLoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCMhRwMrLoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4447324052_c5331c5ba1.jpg" border="1" height="209" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-4098558905002283128?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4098558905002283128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4098558905002283128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4098558905002283128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-friday-night.html' title='It&apos;s Friday night!'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4447324052_c5331c5ba1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5322028215618202540</id><published>2010-03-19T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:33:54.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><title type='text'>Writing while sitting on the ground is hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs435.ash1/24056_875169930381_10018911_51113340_5839779_n.jpg" border="1" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5322028215618202540?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5322028215618202540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/writing-while-sitting-on-ground-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5322028215618202540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5322028215618202540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/writing-while-sitting-on-ground-is-hard.html' title='Writing while sitting on the ground is hard'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8574863816680314611</id><published>2010-03-16T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:09:52.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>A taste of the reception</title><content type='html'>Today we received 16 pounds of candy. Get ready for Sugar Rush 2010. Who doesn't like candy at 10 a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4439632356_8d2da26fde.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4438855669_bd52b51d65.jpg" border="1" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8574863816680314611?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8574863816680314611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/taste-of-reception.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8574863816680314611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8574863816680314611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/taste-of-reception.html' title='A taste of the reception'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4439632356_8d2da26fde_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-6850481872297423540</id><published>2010-03-15T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:47:39.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Myspace wedding hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last year, Kristen from &lt;a href="http://llenademoras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Llena de Moras&lt;/a&gt; blogged about her new hairstylist, Darci, &lt;a href="http://llenademoras.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandmas-house.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to give Darci and&lt;a href="http://www.hairpollution.org/"&gt; Hair Pollution&lt;/a&gt; a shot considering I had been going to the beauty school for five years. I figured it was time to abandon $12 haircuts and become a grown up. Well, I seriously love Darci. I am SO happy with everything she does. My haircuts have been fantastic and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to her for my wedding trial make up and hair appointment. Both looked good, but I think the curls were just a bit too perfectly curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went in for a haircut, and Darci told me she learned a new curling technique she thought I'd like. So, she spent an extra 25 minutes doing this really fun wave style, wrapping the hair like figure eights around the curling iron barrel. It turned out awesome. It was the perfect amount of curl and wasn't very prim and proper feeling. She said it was her first time doing it on a real person (haha instead of a mannequin), so I know it'll look even better for the wedding. I think once we mess with some product to keep it piecy looking, it'll be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4438555024_56cb1af7c9.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-6850481872297423540?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6850481872297423540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-hair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6850481872297423540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6850481872297423540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-hair.html' title='Myspace wedding hair'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4438555024_56cb1af7c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-1564687291632196839</id><published>2010-03-12T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:35:00.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSVPs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headcount'/><title type='text'>A dramatic reading of a real break up letter</title><content type='html'>Dear friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please RSVP to my wedding. As of right now, only 89 people will be attending. While my parents will appreciate the budget cut, my heart may break at the sight of so many empty chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who apparently aren't coming to the gala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Josiah's best man and his wife&lt;br /&gt;-The photographer&lt;br /&gt;-The officiant&lt;br /&gt;-One of my bridesmaids&lt;br /&gt;-An entire half of Josiah's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor and fill out those precious postcards. They have polar bear stamps on them! Who could resist dropping a madlibbed polar bear postcard in the mail? Not me. I might mail myself one to make up for the unexpectedly small stack I've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline is March 15. I can only hope you all are procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Obviously I can assume the above listed VIPs are coming (I'm only kidding about you!), but I'm using the RSVPs  in the reception decor. I'd love some additional postcards to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current count:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 YES&lt;br /&gt;36 ADDITIONAL EXPECTED&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;125 TOTAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-1564687291632196839?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1564687291632196839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-down-on-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1564687291632196839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1564687291632196839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-down-on-my-knees.html' title='A dramatic reading of a real break up letter'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5039451210749619405</id><published>2010-03-11T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:38:28.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>Bearded.</title><content type='html'>Josiah: "Do you want me bearded or not bearded for the wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Did you really just ask me that?"&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "Just making sure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5039451210749619405?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5039451210749619405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/bearded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5039451210749619405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5039451210749619405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/bearded.html' title='Bearded.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-964537160217900955</id><published>2010-03-11T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:35:23.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe Center for the Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Mini tour of TCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In January, my mom and I met with the event coordinator at the Tempe Center for the Arts. We went through the building and answered some general questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday we had our final walkthrough. The whole family tagged along as we met with the coordinator and our caterer contact, Melissan from Santa Barbara. It was a great meeting and we hashed out some details I hadn't thought of. I felt really great coming out of the walkthrough and was honestly really excited. You may have figured out that I tend to swing from hating the wedding to being stoked for it. Yesterday was one of the few occassions I felt truly confident about this crazy ass event. I know it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures from when I went in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the dressing rooms. They're pretty sweet ... TCA is an art gallery/theatre, so they have actually dressing rooms. It's pretty convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4425835903_4df51a7a64.jpg" border="1" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Lakeside Room ... The buffet will actually be in this area, just right of where the picture was taken. That way the food won't take up the reception room's space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4425841591_c269c4eb69.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the reception room. The floor is obnoxiously hideous, but once linens are on and the chairs are surrounding tables, you don't really notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4425837153_a55f6de337.jpg" border="1" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4426602618_b395094b6f.jpg" border="1" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4425840275_61274ef6a9.jpg" border="1" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-964537160217900955?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/964537160217900955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-tour-of-tca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/964537160217900955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/964537160217900955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-tour-of-tca.html' title='Mini tour of TCA'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4425835903_4df51a7a64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-4150464527040741582</id><published>2010-03-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:09:26.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favors'/><title type='text'>Half DIY</title><content type='html'>When I envisioned my ultimate wedding of the century, I figured some crafting would be involved. I have an innate desire to make things, but it's not exactly my forte. I've bounced from craft to craft, whether it's knitting or painting or beading. Nothing's ever stuck. Probably because I'm not good. But I want to be a DIYer so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the time came to think about a guest book, I immediately decided to do some sort of cards instead of the traditional bound book. That way, I could display them in a cool frame or installation piece later on. I contacted Invited Ink to see if they could design some fun cards for us. Success! I printed them out at Kinko's, sliced 'em up and pasted them to some thick, sparkly cardstock. I'm pretty stoked about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4420861083_6ba3b7832f.jpg" border="1" height="275" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baker, SLiCE, is making key lime shortbread cookies shaped like bikes for our favors. She's going to glaze and decorate them in our colors. Each one will be individually wrapped and placed on every placesetting. I wanted to have some sort of cute tag to accompany the bags. Here's what Invited Ink came up with. They are so darling, and I love how the "Celeste &amp;amp; Josiah" is being incorporated into various aspects of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4420859475_e4bd6c0234.jpg" border="2" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-4150464527040741582?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4150464527040741582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/half-diy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4150464527040741582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4150464527040741582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/half-diy.html' title='Half DIY'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4420861083_6ba3b7832f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-7307731220451544086</id><published>2010-03-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:49:21.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSVPs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><title type='text'>Crizzlin shiznit</title><content type='html'>I think my favorite part of the wedding has been our invitations. I am obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am equally infatuated with the RSVP cards. When Invited Ink created the design, I instantly fell in love with this mad lib style response postcard. Josiah is a high school English teacher (and English graduate student), and I'm a journalist ... so the grammar game fits our nerdy personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RSVPs are addressed to my parents' house, so every day I bother them with a phone call around 3:30. It's been a blast to read everyone's answers. These are some of the early RSVPers (God bless your souls) that have been anxiously awaiting their Internet debut. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4418468623_1f0223be8e.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="253" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4419222608_b9f4fd879e.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the good people over at &lt;a href="http://llenademoras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Llena de Moras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4419221082_e4e0ee2975.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/4418453183_b9f3bb58c5.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our boss haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-7307731220451544086?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7307731220451544086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/crizzlin-shiznit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7307731220451544086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7307731220451544086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/crizzlin-shiznit.html' title='Crizzlin shiznit'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4418468623_1f0223be8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3025021336311590470</id><published>2010-03-07T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:11:50.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I have been absent.</title><content type='html'>My current to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create wedding playlist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet with Kenny, our officiant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Morgan to brainstorm photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write vows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nail down groomsmen outfits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Vans for wedding party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book hotel for mini-honeymoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create day-of timeline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-mail caterer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Jo's pants tailored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy more thank you notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start writing wedding TY notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create program easel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule haircut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish creating guest book cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Todd to discuss performing during ceremony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This past week's to-do list (all of which we accomplished):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy wedding rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail back Jo's ill-fitting suit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up hair piece/comb thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule/go to trial hair and makeup appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print and cut guest book cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy twine for wedding favors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy bulk candy for centerpieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy ties for groomsmen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy glasses for centerpieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now stop your moaning! I'm doing enough of that for you all haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3025021336311590470?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3025021336311590470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-why-i-have-been-absent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3025021336311590470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3025021336311590470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-why-i-have-been-absent.html' title='This is why I have been absent.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-600492117217366231</id><published>2010-03-07T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:57:19.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>Accessories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I have these shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ksp.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pKSLCI1-6877523v275.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3918997&amp;amp;cp=2632454.1866713"&gt;Gwen Heels from Kate Spade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to figure out some jewelry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/944318_012_b?$redesign-openLarger$" border="1" height="400" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?color=012&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=944318"&gt;Deck-The-Halls Necklace from Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/043245_014_b?$redesign-openLarger$" border="1" height="400" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?subCategoryId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;id=043245&amp;amp;catId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;pushId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;popId=JEWELRYACCESSORIES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=190&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=014&amp;amp;colorName=CHAMPAGNE&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType="&gt;Crystal Wave Earrings from Anthrpologie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What else do I need on my wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I am back by popular demand. :) Just kidding. But not about being back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-600492117217366231?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/600492117217366231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/accessories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/600492117217366231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/600492117217366231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/03/accessories.html' title='Accessories'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5902092015591061308</id><published>2010-01-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:59:02.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap Amanda is amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had a 30-minute brainstorming session on Gchat and came up some seriously amazing ideas for decorations!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am legitimately excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More explanation to follow sometime ... as for now, wait in anticipation for our crafty genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5902092015591061308?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5902092015591061308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5902092015591061308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5902092015591061308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2822201770740502320</id><published>2010-01-05T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:12:38.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Suiting</title><content type='html'>One of the benefits of having a really attractive future spouse is that I don't have to worry about him looking good at our wedding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls have to worry about lots of BS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This color washes me out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can see my cellulite dimples through this ill-fitting satin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My boobs are falling out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josiah, on the other hand, could wear anything and look hotttt (middle-school throwback).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after Christmas, I made Jo join me to register for presents at the mall. We decided to have him measured at J. Crew, then stop next door at Banana Republic to try on some suiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And holy shit. I felt sinful, he looked so good. I am now worried about being one-upped by his handsomeness at the wedding. I don't think that's allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the only concern for Jo is that since he's so slender, he needs a slim-fitting suit. Luckily for him, every hip brand in the world these days make clothes for men like Jo. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're thinking of doing a charcoal suit with a white shirt and green tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The J. Crew Ludlow suit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://swipelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Cashmere-Ludlow-Legacy-Blazer-11.jpg" width="400" height="275" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/onFigure/11/11707/11707_WW8804_m.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdDtIm" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banana Republic Monogram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/Asset_Archive/BRWeb/Assets/Outfit/152/OUT15272/outfit/br-otf-out15272odv01.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some randoms:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4249320040_cec1b58d11_o.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZuFDni50Qs/Sq7a691mCoI/AAAAAAAAJGg/OC2LEfBmmXM/s400/9-swedish-wedding-calla-lily-bouquet-gray-suit.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5654931" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2822201770740502320?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2822201770740502320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/suiting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2822201770740502320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2822201770740502320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/suiting.html' title='Suiting'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZuFDni50Qs/Sq7a691mCoI/AAAAAAAAJGg/OC2LEfBmmXM/s72-c/9-swedish-wedding-calla-lily-bouquet-gray-suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2983625747708175232</id><published>2010-01-05T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:24:03.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><title type='text'>Decorations</title><content type='html'>I am about to decorate my foot up TCA's butt. This is such a pain! I thought it'd be easy to think of some fun touches full of personality. Not true. I can't come up with anything good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Sunday afternoon crying because I have no idea what I'm doing with this wedding nonsense. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the past couple of days I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finalized the bridal shower invite list/addresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addressed 49/80 envelopes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received the wedding photographer contract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contacted the caterer to set up a testing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contacted the coordinator at TCA to set up a meeting/viewing of the reception room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forced Josiah to contact the officiant to set up a meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than addressing invitations, it's not much to write home about. But at least I am trying to do something. Anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs172.snc3/19942_834590751381_10018911_49814894_282990_n.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2983625747708175232?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2983625747708175232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/decorations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2983625747708175232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2983625747708175232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/decorations.html' title='Decorations'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5840974474870636924</id><published>2009-12-30T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:53:18.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert party</title><content type='html'>In early November, I was having a particularly crappy day and decided to listen to Christmas music. Over the past years I have grown to really love Christmas ... mostly because of the decorations, I admit. Anyway, while listening to the Rat Pack Does Christmas, I decided Josiah and I would hold a holiday dessert party. The month leading up to the event was a pain in the ass, but it ended up being a blast. My mom and I ended up making at least 15 desserts, and tons of guests brought stuff to share as well. It couldn't have gone better. Somehow Josiah and I fit around 45 people in our sub-800 square foot house. It was a ton of fun! It was exciting for Josiah and I to host our first event at our new downtown home. I can't wait to play hostess again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4204737677_1d2d17d4ae.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4204769683_8ba3cdf8ca.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4205533626_c7e98b1e6d.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/4204761593_5421949610.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goadrianego.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adriane &lt;/a&gt;and Stefanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4204766697_d90f972bd7.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericalucci.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt;, the photographer!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5840974474870636924?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5840974474870636924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/dessert-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5840974474870636924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5840974474870636924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/dessert-party.html' title='Dessert party'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4204737677_1d2d17d4ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-618685310090801351</id><published>2009-12-29T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:38:13.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>On the cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our registries are finally solidified. Well they are more gelatinous, but they are in the process of getting there. So far we have dishes, silverware, towels, a down comforter and pillows, some kitchen electrics and random crap. That is an accomplishment to me. We picked out some glasses, but I didn't actually like them. I later read their terrible reviews on Crate and Barrel's site, so I deleted them. I guess glassware is TBA haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, here are some of the things we enjoyed. Josiah went crazy on coffee and wine accessories and consequently they make up half of our registry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direct quote: "I could spend all day here [in C&amp;amp;B]. I want everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Gift-Registry/Guest/ViewRegistry.aspx?grid=4399677"&gt;Our Crate and Barrel wedding registry&lt;/a&gt; and o&lt;a href="http://macys.weddingchannel.com/gvr/guestregistrydetail.action?retailer_registry_uid=314595057&amp;amp;listby=dept&amp;amp;cm_sp=Affiliate-_-MWC-_-Macy's"&gt;ur Macy's wedding registry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are a couple things I am particularly stoked about. Some thoughts: 1. It would be nice to get rid of my elementary school TV stand. 2. Martha Stewart's collection is too cute to handle. I had to refrain from scanning every blue and red cooking accessory on the planet. 3. Someone please buy me the Sonicare. I want it. In my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SloaneMediaStndBookcaseJB09?$sharelarge$" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Family.aspx?c=14406&amp;amp;f=30699"&gt;Sloane Leaning Media Stand/Bookcase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SheshamWallMntStWnRkHG09?$sharelarge$" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Family.aspx?c=210&amp;amp;f=33840"&gt;Shesham Wall Mount-Stacking Wine Rack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/BrushedSilverWallFramesFP09?$sharelarge$" border="1" height="300" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Family.aspx?c=1530&amp;amp;f=27807"&gt;Brushed Silver Wall Frames &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/OnaPitcher?$sharelarge$" border="1" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Family.aspx?c=180&amp;amp;f=867"&gt;Ona Pitcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/3/optimized/397373_fpx.tif?bgc=196,194,194&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bilin&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;amp;wid=241" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://macys.weddingchannel.com/catalog/fds/macysguestview.action?retailer_registry_uid=314595057&amp;amp;fromCvr=false&amp;amp;upc=000000075020803436&amp;amp;qr=1&amp;amp;qn=1"&gt;Sonicare FlexCare Toothbrush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/305714_fpx.tif?bgc=196,194,194&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bilin&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;wid=241" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://macys.weddingchannel.com/catalog/fds/macysguestview.action?retailer_registry_uid=314595057&amp;amp;fromCvr=false&amp;amp;upc=000000084297116088&amp;amp;qr=1&amp;amp;qn=1"&gt;Martha Stewart Silicone Trivet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-618685310090801351?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/618685310090801351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-cheap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/618685310090801351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/618685310090801351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-cheap.html' title='On the cheap'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-896831199898351656</id><published>2009-12-27T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:23:53.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great compromise of 2009</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, I've been absent. Good thing is, Josiah and I have spent the past two days at the mall, registering. Finally! I've only been waiting for this for what seems like a century ... waiting and dreading ha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, the process went way, way better than I could have expected. Josiah and I had a little mishap earlier in the week that made me really not look forward to finding stuff we both like. Turns out Jo hated every dish set I liked. And he wanted white. And then I cried. (Not really.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, after talking to Amanda (aka best maid of honor/friend/woman/educator in the world), I realized that I could get over my hatred for white. So I did. At least, I did when I found these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/0/optimized/420030_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giftcollector.com/ProductLineImages/3111.pp.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=186180&amp;amp;cm_mmc=GoogleShopping-_-6-_-75-_-MP675"&gt;Mikasa Swirl from Macy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's white, but it's a combo of glossy/matte and the ribbing is really fantastic. Plus, I think the shapes of the pieces really makes them stand out. I'm glad that we found something we both love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'll post some of my favorite registry items ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-896831199898351656?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/896831199898351656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-compromise-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/896831199898351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/896831199898351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-compromise-of-2009.html' title='The great compromise of 2009'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-39378731768914972</id><published>2009-12-18T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:16:09.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I used to be really excited about thinking of cool things for the wedding. I think I'm out of ideas. I don't like looking at wedding blogs anymore because it's kind of depressing. I don't know how these people have the time, money, imagination, etc. to come up with such beautiful weddings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I go pick up my wedding dress. Hopefully that will spark my excitement about the wedding again. At this point I just want it to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-39378731768914972?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/39378731768914972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/39378731768914972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/39378731768914972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-7571670209879975177</id><published>2009-12-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:16:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People aren't always rude.</title><content type='html'>No matter how stressed and worried and pissed and upset I can be, I can really appreciate a day like today. I may have exclaimed, "I HATE EVERYONE. PEOPLE ARE RUDE!!!" about 58 times on my drive home to my mom, but things can get better. I just have to let them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-7571670209879975177?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7571670209879975177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-arent-always-rude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7571670209879975177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7571670209879975177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-arent-always-rude.html' title='People aren&apos;t always rude.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3521309444808350401</id><published>2009-12-14T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:11:43.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A field in Buckeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I could be excited for the wedding, but times like these just stress me out. I'm not sure how I'm going to get it together in less than four months. I wish the wedding was actually about Josiah and I getting married. It's sad that people tend to lose sight of what our wedding is about. Myself included. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be excited. I want to not worry. I want to not worry about everyone else. This wedding is about Josiah and I. Call me selfish, but that's what it comes down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of worrying about other people. About money. About appearances. About feelings. You can only spend so much time on other people and things before you start suffering yourself. I've had to remind myself of this too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these also make me really thankful. Thankful for Josiah, who will be an amazing husband. Thankful for my mom who puts up with my crap every minute of every day. Thankful for Amanda who is a world away but is still there for me no matter what. Thankful for Sara who is the best cousin and friend I could ever ask for. Thankful for Bethany who keeps me sane and grounded despite my impractical reasoning. And thankful, maybe most of all, for Noah who loves me no matter what, and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3169028899_dd469fcf5b.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3521309444808350401?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3521309444808350401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/field-in-buckeye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3521309444808350401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3521309444808350401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/field-in-buckeye.html' title='A field in Buckeye'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3169028899_dd469fcf5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-4788876394937822195</id><published>2009-12-04T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:10:48.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>Five years</title><content type='html'>Well, five years ago today, Josiah told me he loved me. It's been a great five years and I couldn't be more excited for the future.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For your entertainment, here are some glorious pictures of Josiah and I over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/csepessy/Image3.jpg?t=1259949875" height="400" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early spring 2005?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs017.snc3/12436_805149017851_10018911_48794803_4715346_n.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v20/178/60/10018911/n10018911_31076155_1807.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v156/178/60/10018911/n10018911_37987210_9622.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v252/243/27/10004218/n10004218_40008339_6332.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/178/60/10018911/n10018911_42377027_623.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/4252_718392498611_10018911_45143468_5669161_n.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/4653_730666296821_10018911_45742711_1719762_n.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15443_804530058251_10018911_48777185_3327806_n.jpg" border="1" width="400" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-4788876394937822195?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4788876394937822195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4788876394937822195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4788876394937822195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-years.html' title='Five years'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3918430149071138593</id><published>2009-11-30T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:24:30.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakeries'/><title type='text'>Never thought I would get tired of cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, a couple weeks ago we decided to go with &lt;a href="http://www.slicecakedesigns.com/"&gt;Slice Cake Designs&lt;/a&gt; for our wedding cake. Meeting Chris was a huge relief -- she was so personable and ready to take on anything. Plus, the cakes were delightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're trying to decide between key lime with a cream cheese frosting filling or an orange essence cake with strawberry mousse and sliced strawberries. Both were so tasty and very spring brunch appropriate. I didn't want anything heavy and rich. The citrus flavors were perfect and I am super excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are doing a modified version of this cake, which I blogged about in one of my first entries &lt;a href="http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/stripes.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brides.com/images/editorial/2008_brides/Americascakes/00_main/022_primary.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake surgery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chopping that top layer in half. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Injecting some white into the stripes to brighten it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using a more springy green, as opposed to these wintry shades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No flowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I had some pretty god awful experiences at the first few cake places we went to. Fleur de Lis was afraid to use fondant. Classic Cakes was a tad full of itself and quoted us $10/slice. Tammie Coe was good but the flavors were just kind of boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris from Slice came to my house, brought us two cakes (while other places charged us for tasting), was fabulous to work with and open to my ideas. Plus, she was excited! She was definitely the baker version of our florist, Jeanne from &lt;a href="http://www.whitepoppy.com/"&gt;White Poppy&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really excited to work with them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the real reason I opened up the blog browser (believe it or not, I had intended to write a super quick entry)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris mentioned that she can do favors too -- cookies, cupcakes, truffles, candies, whatever. My mom and I loved the idea. In fact, my mom came up with the idea of a bike-shaped cookie glazed with a fun color on top. I love it! We are planning on doing some sort of cute and easy packaging. I just came across &lt;a href="http://www.oncewed.com/21819/wedding-blog/real-weddings/hannah-ben/#comments"&gt;this post at Once Wed&lt;/a&gt;. I love the little tags with the favors. Such a great idea. I think I may steal it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/nashville-wedding-3.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photograph by &lt;a href="http://www.kylehale.net/"&gt;Kyle Hale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3918430149071138593?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3918430149071138593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-couple-weeks-ago-we-decided-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3918430149071138593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3918430149071138593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-couple-weeks-ago-we-decided-to-go.html' title='Never thought I would get tired of cake'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-770199831375495446</id><published>2009-11-30T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:04:50.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal shower'/><title type='text'>Grazie mille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the search for cute stationery, I came across a multitude of bike cards! I’d love to incorporate bikes into the wedding’s thank you cards. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bridal shower is coming up and I am super excited. Amanda is an entertaining genius, so I know her and my mom are going to throw a good one. With the shower come presents, and with presents come thank you cards. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really like these. I was thinking we could change the color and add a simple “Thanks!” centered at the top. Amanda had mentioned that she was looking for some bike-themed invitations, so these would tie in well. I think they’d be cute regardless though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com//il_430xN.83392757.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com//il_430xN.83392871.jpg" border="1" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28827328&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_3&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=bicycle&amp;amp;ga_search_type=category&amp;amp;category=paper_goods&amp;amp;ga_page=8&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;Spokes from Volta Press on Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you supposed to use the same thank you cards for the bridal shower and the wedding? Who knows! Target would be a cheaper choice for 100 wedding thank yous … but not nearly as cute! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looks like I have more Etsy searching to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-770199831375495446?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/770199831375495446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/grazie-mille.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/770199831375495446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/770199831375495446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/grazie-mille.html' title='Grazie mille'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5341031615738135335</id><published>2009-11-29T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:41:52.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishes'/><title type='text'>Please sir, may I have some more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this weekend my family and I hit the mall. My parents were on a mission to buy a new kitchen table from Crate and Barrel. I took the opportunity to scope out some dishes (for the second weekend in a row). Guess what ... I felt: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frustrated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;underwhelmed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;confused&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annoyed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other bad words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't see much I liked. There are two sets I love from Crate and Barrel, but one is only at the outlet. Of course, that's the one Josiah and I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like (the Paolo set below). So basically, it won't be there by the time we get married. Bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like there are tons of dishes but a lot of them are either boring or ugly. I don't want plain white dishes. I also don't want something with a frilly edge. Who knew it would be so hard to find something simple and ... hip? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, where do I look for dishes? Mom says C&amp;amp;B and department stores. I forgot that department stores have stuff like that. So, we headed to Macy's and Dillard's to check stuff out. For the most part, I was underwhelmed. But I found out Calvin Klein makes dishes that have our aesthetic down to a T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, thank God for online reviews. According to the whole two reviews, the Vera Wang dishes chip a lot and look worn quickly. Good to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/PaoloRepImageNEWS8?$share$" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=4310&amp;amp;f=27509#ReviewsHeader"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/PaoloServingCollectionSC08?$share$" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=4310&amp;amp;f=27509#ReviewsHeader" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Paolo Dinnerware from Crate and Barrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/NilssonRepImageS7?$share$" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/NilssonDinnerwareSrvwrSL07?$share$" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=14174&amp;amp;f=22973"&gt;Nilsson Dinnerware from Crate and Barrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/7/optimized/530457_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=378731&amp;amp;CategoryID=30843&amp;amp;LinkLoc=7498&amp;amp;LinkType=SiteAd&amp;amp;AdID=509109"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=378731&amp;amp;CategoryID=30843&amp;amp;LinkLoc=7498&amp;amp;LinkType=SiteAd&amp;amp;AdID=509109"&gt;Calvin Klein Cargo Dinnerware from Macy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/511554_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=363037&amp;amp;CategoryID=30843"&gt;Vera Wang Naturals Dinnerware from Macy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/539524_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=215234&amp;amp;CategoryID=32578"&gt;Calvin Klein Basso Dinnerware from Macy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have good dinnerware buying advice? I just want some cute dishes, dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5341031615738135335?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5341031615738135335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-sir-may-i-have-some-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5341031615738135335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5341031615738135335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-sir-may-i-have-some-more.html' title='Please sir, may I have some more?'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3881201941139095645</id><published>2009-11-21T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:48:11.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><title type='text'>A glimpse into married life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been blessed to have some pretty amazing ladies in my life. It's been wonderful to hear the advice from women who have been recently married (Erica, Beki, Sara, etc.). It makes me feel like I'm not actually crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman in particular that I am really thankful for is Sara, Josiah's cousin. Her husband and Josiah are BFFs, and I consider Sara one of my closest friends. I'm incredibly thankful to be joining the Kilduff family -- I love them all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara came down to visit this weekend and I couldn't have been more excited. I absolutely love hanging out with her, and I feel like we are always on the same page. We all have those friends who just ... understand. Sara is one of them and I love her for it (and other things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, Sara and I had a lot of good wedding conversation this weekend. She's super supportive and has always given me great advice. She's especially wonderful at making me feel like what I'm going through is totally normal. I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today we hit the mall with my mom and Sara gave me tons of good registry tips that I wouldn't have thought of. Thanks lady! I think I have a better grasp on what to expect when I register in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a lot of baby talk ... not for me, though! Haha. Sara is pregnant and due the same week that we get married! It's been fun because we are both counting down the months until the big days. I've been super excited about the wedding, of course, but knowing that Sara and Jared's baby boy will be born that same week makes the countdown even more special. Especially because ... Josiah and I are going to be the godparents! I am just too excited. I love their family and their little boy is going to be a badass. Josiah and I are really bummed that they will be moving to the Bay Area at the start of the new year, but we can't wait to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs175.snc1/6574_577648954978_27708309_34316321_1987079_n.jpg%22" border="2" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara, Jared, Josiah and I drinking non-alcoholic beverages (not lying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3881201941139095645?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3881201941139095645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/glimpse-into-married-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3881201941139095645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3881201941139095645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/glimpse-into-married-life.html' title='A glimpse into married life'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-553910998991485483</id><published>2009-11-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:48:27.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakeries'/><title type='text'>Not really about weddings</title><content type='html'>OK, so you all know my love for crepes. I told this weird guy I know, Eric, that our wedding cake was s tack of 500 crepes with 499 different fillings. I decided this was actually a good idea and googled "crepe cake."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://creampuffsinvenice.ca/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/wholecrepecake.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://creampuffsinvenice.ca/2007/06/17/the-real-crepe-cake/"&gt;Cream Puffs in Venice blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eric and I decided to tackle this recipe. Which means, I'll tackle it and Eric will put it in his mouth. That's how it usually goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some past (crappy pictures) from my baking adventures. Last night I stayed up until 1 a.m. baking this &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=1853991"&gt;Pear Pie with Streusel Topping and Caramel Sauce&lt;/a&gt; for my office's Thanksgiving potluck. In the process Noah stole a stick of butter and I burned myself. This is typical of my baking adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4119555335_5719d21855.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, I had some friends over for a dinner party. I made &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=1932641"&gt;Seafood Arrabbiata Pasta&lt;/a&gt; for dinner, and &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Chocolate-Stout-Layer-Cake-with-Chocolate-Frosting-355249"&gt;Chocolate Stout Layer Cake with Chocolate Frostin&lt;/a&gt;g for dessert. They all drank chocolate stout with ice cream too! I really love cooking and entertaining. I wish I could bake all day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/4119559069_8489e70193.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't mind the crappy cell phone pictures. I just bought a new charger and battery for my real camera, so I'm going to try to make more use of that instead of my terrible iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-553910998991485483?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/553910998991485483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-really-about-weddings.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/553910998991485483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/553910998991485483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-really-about-weddings.html' title='Not really about weddings'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4119555335_5719d21855_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-1339484667841704543</id><published>2009-11-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:03:29.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menswear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>I am the ultimate delegator.</title><content type='html'>OK, so Josiah is a busy person. I am a busy person too ... but not as busy, so I tend to get more done than Josiah. Anyway, he is a high school English teacher and is going to graduate school at ASU for his Master's in English literature. Consequently, his contributions to wedding planning have been less than amazing, but it hasn't been his fault (mostly).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But. Being a teacher and a student, he is one of those lucky assholes who gets a winter break. What kind of 24-year-old still gets winter break? So jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any time I have asked him to do anything ("Let's go register!" "Can you try on suits?" "When are you going to create a wedding playlist?"), he  pushes it off until winter break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that winter break is quickly approaching, I am hereby creating &lt;b&gt;Josiah's Winter Break Wedding To-Do List&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Search the Internet for men's wedding fashion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Banana Republic and J. Crew to try on suiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Develop plan for groomsmen's outfits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come with me to Target and Crate and Barrel to register for gifts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gather songs and create a preliminary playlist for the wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find someone to man the iPod/laptop music situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order wedding rings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find birth certificate and apply for passport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a decision on the honeymoon location so we can book a flight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully we can cross at least half of those things off the last by January 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-1339484667841704543?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1339484667841704543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-ultimate-delegator.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1339484667841704543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1339484667841704543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-ultimate-delegator.html' title='I am the ultimate delegator.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5147011625183417167</id><published>2009-11-19T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:25:53.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal dinner'/><title type='text'>Rehearsing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The rehearsal dinner has been one of the easiest decisions so far with the wedding. A couple months ago Josiah and I brainstormed where we'd like to go. We came up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deluxburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Delux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lagrandeorangegrocery.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;La Grande Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fezoncentral.com/menusDailyMenu.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. We ended up deciding Delux was too small and wouldn't be able to fit 25 or 30 people in there. I'm not sure whatever happened to the LGO idea, but for whatever reason that fell to the background. Eventually, we decided to go with Fez, one of our favorite restaurants. I won't lie -- I am easily swayed by its cinnamon-sugar sweet potato fries. They are too good for words. Fez has a fun atmosphere, and is nice without being snooty. All of their dishes use an eclectic mix of ingredients that is always perfectly matched. I wish I could go there more often to try the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fezoncentral.com/menusDailyMenu.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; items but, in all honesty, I have ordered the Fez burger probably 5+ times. It's amazing. So, our rehearsal dinner is booked for Thursday, April 8. I can't believe the wedding is only four-and-half months away. I seriously have had to recount that like six times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Four-and-a-half months?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, check out some of the other menu items at Fez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fez burger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2-pound grilled angus burger with spicy honey molases bbq, feta, lemon garlic aioli, crispy onions and cilantro on ciabatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crisp pomegranate chicken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;herb-crusted, pan-seared breasts with tangy pomegranate dressed organic spinach, roasted peppers, artichokes, chickpeas, dried apricots and toasted croutons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;strawberry/blueberry cashew salad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;field greens with champagne honey vinaigrette, minced red onion, cashes, strawberries, dried blueberries and manchego cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5147011625183417167?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5147011625183417167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/rehearsing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5147011625183417167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5147011625183417167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/rehearsing.html' title='Rehearsing'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2229716549908123082</id><published>2009-11-18T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:26:30.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>Penguin swimming trunks</title><content type='html'>So, I've always been a vivid dreamer. When I get stressed, it tends to follow me into my sleep in the form of nightmares. I've had my fair share of bad wedding dreams already, so I figured I'd catalog them here ... mostly because they are hilarious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last  night's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am surrounded by a dozen other brides, and we are all wearing green wedding dresses. All in the shade of green that I like. We seem to be in a salon attached to a wedding venue. I am sitting in a chair getting my hair done ... except the stylist is a retard. My hair is wet, but she is trying desperately to use a curling iron. As my hair sizzles, she proceeds to tell me that my hair holds the worst curl she's ever seen. I am frantic and take to doing my own hair after the dumbass stylist refuses to blow dry it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the dream is a blur, but I remember all of the green-dressed brides are ALL getting married at the venue. One right after another. I wonder why I chose such a popular, in-and-out kind of place. Finally, it's my "turn" to get married, and I am helicoptered out of the salon over what seems to be a delta (Amanda - remember the area where we went to the beach with Eric and Jo? Where we had to walk really far from the car? It looked exactly like that ... when he had to go under the overpass and the ocean spilled into the smaller rivers through the coast. So random.) The helicopter was low enough that I could pick out my guests, who were all making this terrible trek across the sand. I picked out the two Zacharys ... Markey and Horne, and called out to them. Zac Markey was wearing penguin swim trunks, a bucket hat and flip flops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up? What an odd dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been freaking out about finding a salon to work with. I haven't gone to a real hair stylist ever, basically. For the past five years I've just been going to Carsten, Tempe's hair school. I need to find one I can trust, but I don't know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I have some issues with being the "same" as everyone else.  A dozen green wedding dresses? Wedding factory? Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real updates to come about being thankful for life, holiday to-do lists, bakeries!, rehearsal dinner, fitness, etc. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2229716549908123082?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2229716549908123082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/penguin-swimming-trunks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2229716549908123082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2229716549908123082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/penguin-swimming-trunks.html' title='Penguin swimming trunks'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-4082503329988174247</id><published>2009-11-11T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:33:23.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>I want this coconut in my mouth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I honestly just want this to be my wedding cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foodandwine.com/images/sys/200902-r-coconut-cake.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(1, 1, 1); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/six-layer-coconut-cake-with-passion-fruit-filling"&gt;Six-Layer Coconut Cake with Passion Fruit Filling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've wanted to make this for more than a year now, but haven't found a reason to tackle this six-layer monster of deliciousness. Amanda suggested we make it for my bridal shower ... best idea ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-4082503329988174247?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4082503329988174247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-this-coconut-in-my-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4082503329988174247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4082503329988174247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-this-coconut-in-my-mouth.html' title='I want this coconut in my mouth.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-7146117209326823243</id><published>2009-11-10T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:14:23.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakeries'/><title type='text'>Cake redesign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, wedding cakes have turned out to be a disaster. I still have a ton of appointments left, but I'm already getting the feeling that my original ideas are outrageous. The woman today quotes us ... are you ready ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10 DOLLARS PER SLICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly crapped my pants. Needless to say, if this keeps up, I'm going to Plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/310nJQ2UKLL._AA260_.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/312hqwkiGeL._AA260_.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly got the idea to line the tiers with candy sticks. I have yet to find a picture of it, but basically, the candy sticks would be making vertical stripes around the base of every tier. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerns/thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Candy sticks seem to be about 5.5 inches tall. Would the cakes have to be the same height, or would it be good to have some white space above them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is this going to look cheap? I don't just want to slap some candy on a cake and call it a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another thought I had was to break them in half, or maybe use two-thirds and line them up, so it'd be a jagged edge of varying heights. Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What I really like is that the candy would make the cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. They are bright, textured, glossy and kind of translucent, so I think it would really add some depth to an otherwise white cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What about rock candy? Those come in bright colors too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Edit: Here's a really terrible, quick drawing I did to try and illustrate the idea. I'm thinking of doing mostly green and white with the occasional red and green added. Also, I drew the jagged edges because I have a feeling no one knew what I was talking about haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit 2: I drew the straight-edged cake too. I don't know if the baker could make it where the candy sticks come all the way up to the top, so I'm assuming there'd be some white space above it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4095769738_64190d083e_m.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4095079217_fce1868055_m.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I get these stupid ideas in my head ... and I never know if they're actually cool or if I'm just humoring myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-7146117209326823243?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7146117209326823243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cake-redesign.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7146117209326823243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7146117209326823243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cake-redesign.html' title='Cake redesign'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4095769738_64190d083e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5156099246301951793</id><published>2009-11-10T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:00:09.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Russell:</title><content type='html'>"I thought you should know that my office is now suspicious of me once it was noticed that I read a wedding blog during the day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5156099246301951793?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5156099246301951793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-russell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5156099246301951793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5156099246301951793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-russell.html' title='From Russell:'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8386627029062519991</id><published>2009-11-10T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:44:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love cute pens</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I am really excited to address the invitations. I think I am going to start this week. I have always loved handwriting things (mostly because I think I have great handwriting, haha), so this should be really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission is to find the perfect pen to use. I am very particular about pens, as some may know. It's funny because my sister Annelise always makes fun of me for getting excited about certain writing utensils. But I can't help it! Some pens just write so well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question: do I have to use black ink? So boring! But our invites are a light reddish-orange salmon color, so I don't know what else would go. Nothing really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have three bakery appointments. I had one last week, and another tonight. The first one was really disappointing, so hopefully these three turn out a bit better. That seems to be the way it's gone though ... with the dresses and florists at least. We'll see. I'll post a roundup at the end of the week with my findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will be a serious take on glasses. As in seeing eye glasses. I know you're going to be anxiously awaiting until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8386627029062519991?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8386627029062519991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-cute-pens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8386627029062519991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8386627029062519991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-cute-pens.html' title='I love cute pens'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-6354078792197559540</id><published>2009-11-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:18:56.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alleycat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>Spoke card guest book</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, yesterday I came across this really cute postcard idea yesterday at &lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/blogs/wedding_style_file/archive/2009/09/23/wedding-guest-book-idea-use-use-vintage-post-cards.aspx#comments"&gt;The Knot’s blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They suggested using vintage postcards for the guest book. I thought, “Damn, I need a cool idea for a guest book.” I voiced my concerns to Amanda and, like a good Maid of Honor, she pulled through: spoke cards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the fixed gear culture, many people have spoke cards in their rear wheel. You receive them at every alleycat, basically representing your attendance. Some people have them for other random reasons too like if you’re in a bike club. Some people proudly display their cards in their spokes, some choose to hang them up on their refrigerator. Either way, spoke cards are all over the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://velospace.org/files/kog-1.jpg" border="2" height="266" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://velospace.org/files/renew.jpg" border="2" height="211" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had wanted to use spoke cards in our engagement photo shoot, spelling out our wedding date in our back wheels. I definitely still want to do that. Plus, we could tie it into the wedding too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, I’m thinking that we need to have some spoke cards printed up, maybe tying in our name “logo” from our invites. If we printed that lightly along the side, everyone could take one and write a memento on it. After the wedding I could get them all laminated. Then, we could collect them all and frame or install them somehow … or we could put them in a pair of wheels and hang them in our house! I think it’s super cute.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-6354078792197559540?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6354078792197559540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/spoke-card-guest-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6354078792197559540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6354078792197559540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/spoke-card-guest-book.html' title='Spoke card guest book'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8035243410276534810</id><published>2009-11-04T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:43:01.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><title type='text'>Sizing up the reception room</title><content type='html'>I need to scope out the inside of the Tempe Center for the Arts. I'm coming up with ideas, but not sure how to implement them in our space. Here's what I know about the reception area:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approximately three walls are glass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has very tall ceilings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It overlooks the negative edge pool/Tempe Town Lake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I don't know very much. Here's an architect's rendition of the room, found on &lt;a href="http://info.aia.org/aiarchitect/thisweek07/1019/1019d_tempe.cfm"&gt;AIArchitect&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://info.aia.org/aiarchitect/thisweek07/1019/1019d_tempe5.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been scouring Flickr for more TCA wedding pictures, and I'm happy to have found another set by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/todophoto/sets/72157615144956076/"&gt;David Maddox&lt;/a&gt;. Additional wedding pictures at TCA can be found &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/setherickson/sets/72157614314912651/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3348618514_267dcfb0ee.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ceremony area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3347797553_a6dfe731f7.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned a long time ago that I was originally very anti the indoors. This reception room is different though. I think the windows really give it an amazing feel. Plus, I think it'll go well with this idea I came up with (aka stole) yesterday while looking at CB2 for my registry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/TeardropHangVase7AV1S7?$md$" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/TearDropHangingVase?$md$" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/WhirlyHangTlightHldrS9?$md$" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking at these hanging bud vases/candleholders for probably a year now. For whatever reason, I've refrained from buying 30 of them and suspending them from every surface possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. I was reading comments on one of the vases, and a gal said that she collected a bunch and hung them at her reception. This would be absolutely &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; for TCA. Here are some pictures from CB2, showing you you can mix/match the vases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/4075953630_c246ee8163.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/4075199251_5347ef4114_o.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4075953580_f25f609235_o.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4075199215_26233650ee_o.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could either hang these with fishing wire or with colored ribbon or yarn. Either way it would be super cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem is I'm not quite sure where to hang them from. That's why I need to scout out the room and see how I can dress it up. Maybe I can do that this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8035243410276534810?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8035243410276534810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sizing-up-reception-room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8035243410276534810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8035243410276534810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sizing-up-reception-room.html' title='Sizing up the reception room'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3348618514_267dcfb0ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5306461414412223137</id><published>2009-11-03T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:44:32.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Five years</title><content type='html'>So, five years ago today Josiah and I met at Barnes and Noble for our first "date." We chatted over Italian sodas and I fell in love. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an e-mail I wrote a friend, dated Nov. 19, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a few weeks ago i started hanging out with this kid josiah.  but alas,&lt;br /&gt;josiah is a special one.  when i switched to my present high school&lt;br /&gt;the second semester of freshman year, i think i fell in love with this&lt;br /&gt;kid.  amazingly gorgeous.  i was so interested in him, in general, but&lt;br /&gt;the whole two years he went there (graduated two years ago) i never&lt;br /&gt;said a word to him.  and even the past year and a half--i see him&lt;br /&gt;everywhere.  maybe you've noticed about half of my lj update's&lt;br /&gt;subjects as "OMG I SAW JOSIAH TODAY OMG OMG OMG!!!# !v 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily he's still around and we have mutual friends.  somehow things&lt;br /&gt;got around and he found out about my everlasting crush.  and what do&lt;br /&gt;you know, it was the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, we've been hanging out more and more.  he is one of&lt;br /&gt;the most amazing and gorgeous (can i not find two better words or&lt;br /&gt;something?) people i've met so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, he's been pretty sick the past week and we haven't gotten to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thnk something great is going to happen though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/4653_730666296821_10018911_45742711_1719762_n.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5306461414412223137?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5306461414412223137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5306461414412223137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5306461414412223137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-years.html' title='Five years'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-9066931408397134582</id><published>2009-11-03T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:17:38.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Pre-registration</title><content type='html'>Registries are overwhelming! Especially right now ... all I want to register for is cute Christmas stuff from Crate and Barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SparkleBowlsRedS4LLF9?$sharelarge$" border="2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like these sparkly mixing bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/LaurieCakePedestal12p2inF8?$sharelarge$" border="2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this cake platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SkatingPolarBearPltsS4F8?$sharelarge$" border="2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these ice skating polar bear plates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/HolidaySpreadersS2AVF9?$share$" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these adorable striped spreaders!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I have a problem with Christmas stuff. I already hung up some lights on the mantle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how to do this registry thang. Josiah and I already have so. Much. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with Erica a while ago, and I think we came to the conclusion that registries are especially helpful for newlyweds who moved straight from their parents' homes. But that's not the case with Josiah and I, seeing as how we have accumulated a lot of things since we moved out five years ago. We have everything we need (other than a Kitchen Aid mixer!), for the most part. We could use some uniform table settings, but we have like 54 mismatched sets, so it'll be a challenge finding places to put everything. But I mean, we don't need bedding. Or furniture. Or silverware. Or pots and pans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I register for? Knick knacks? Decorative stuff? Random kitchen gadgets? Josiah asked if we could register at a bike shop ... no surprise there. I really don't know what to put on my list. I need my mom! I should just have her do it for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what is the norm for how many places you're supposed to register at? Here's the break down of where I'd like to register:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crate and Barrel: dinnerware, classy serving pieces, gadgets&lt;br /&gt;- Target: practical stuff, basic cooking supplies&lt;br /&gt;- CB2 (online only): decorative touches, barware, funky serving pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah really wants to register at Bed, Bath and Beyond because they give cash back for returns haha! He worked there for a couple years, so he would know. Our friends told us that they returned a bunch of crap for a grand after they got married. (I don't plan on returning anything though...ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Crate and Barrel would be good for my parents' friends and relatives, Target would be convenient for everyone, and CB2 would be good for my friends who are looking to get something cool and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much people actually use registries. I'm the jerk who doesn't use them ... if I know the couple well enough, I try to get them something fun. I figure they're going to be getting enough practical stuff. I hope people get Josiah and I fun stuff too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cool things I'd like from CB2(but no one would actually want to buy for me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/BeakerGlassPitcher?$lg$" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=230&amp;f=3159&amp;grid=4399669&amp;fromLocation=grlist"&gt;Beaker Glass Pitcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/FireflyPendantF9?$lg$" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=120&amp;f=5281&amp;grid=4399669&amp;fromLocation=grlist"&gt;Firefly Pendant Lamp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/PerspectiveMirrorF8?$lg$" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=589&amp;f=4728&amp;grid=4399669&amp;fromLocation=grlist"&gt;Perspective Mirror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cb2.com/is/image/CB2/TambienSmokeSuite?$lg$" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=236&amp;f=2565&amp;isgr=1"&gt;Tambien Barware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-9066931408397134582?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9066931408397134582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-registration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/9066931408397134582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/9066931408397134582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-registration.html' title='Pre-registration'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-1612109016754476079</id><published>2009-10-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:05:15.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Ah, yes. The honeymoon.</title><content type='html'>Finally, something exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and I have been trying to figure out where we are going to go on our honeymoon. We've actually talked a lot about it (mostly through wishful e-mails at work when we are feeling particularly down). To say the least, we both need a vacation badly. Preferably for a really long time. Like a year? Or the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a couple options we've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweden/Netherlands/Denmark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2981779469_e341e23725.jpg" height="400" width="400" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our good friends lives in Sweden, and it was a no brainer to have this be a major contender. It would be really great to see him and Scandanavia in the process. I've just really romanticized that part of the world and I'm not sure why. Plus ... TULIPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Czech Republic/Austria/Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rad-fahren.com/Docs/tourFoto/16/prague-regensburg1v.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know nothing about this part of the world. Everyone says Prague is the coolest city ever.  I'll take their word for it. Josiah is really enticed by Prague for some reason, so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. The United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fussball-em-total.de/Fotos/daluz.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm of the opinion that English speaking countries are a bit boring. I can't say that this would be at the top of my list, but I know it would be sweet. Plus, there would be a ton of good soccer matches to see. Glasgow is pretty much the capital of indie music, so I think that would be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. Northern Italy/Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/32/Lake_como_may_2009.JPG" border="2" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two months in Italy during the summer of 2007, and it was an amazing experience (of course). I am really conflicted though. Part of me is screaming, "Go back, now!" while the other part wants to explore other parts of Europe. The compromise would be to see northern Italy, which I did not travel to at all during my Italian studies. So, it really wouldn't be a compromise at all. A lot of war-era Italian films took place in the north, as poor Italians moved up to Switzerland to obtain jobs and survive. The area is just so drastically different than the rocky south and the central Italy that is typically thought of -- rolling hills, wineries and cypress trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5. France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9VIDWmUsBvU/SbdJRWzu1GI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IRf7BTC4Smo/s400/FinneganFrenchBulldog.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate France and don't want to see it. The Tour de France is enough for me. Josiah wants to go there though, to live out his literary fantasies and follow Hemingway's expatriate footsteps. Icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, we'd bring our bikes to whatever place we end up going. That way we could ride around in the cities and do some light touring. I'm not really sure if the logistics would make sense for a "quick" trip though. And I think it'd depend on which place we go to. I can't say I would enjoy cycling through the Dolomites in northern Italy. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-1612109016754476079?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1612109016754476079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-yes-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1612109016754476079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1612109016754476079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-yes-honeymoon.html' title='Ah, yes. The honeymoon.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2981779469_e341e23725_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-4895665450842462569</id><published>2009-10-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:52:56.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Frustrated and not witty</title><content type='html'>So ... looks like I've dropped the ball. Guess that's what I get for not doing anything in a couple of months. Here's a very basic checklist from the cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride Ideas&lt;/span&gt; list book Amanda gave me as a graduation present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 to 12 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Set&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;guest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Set the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and reserve a venue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Determine the wedding party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 to 9 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Choose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Order&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;invites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Register for gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Interview key vendors (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Florist, Photographer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Baker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Caterer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Find and secure an officiant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for and order dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shop for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and select attendants' gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 to 6 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meetings with key vendors (Florist&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Baker, Caterer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan the honeymoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrange for passports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain marriage license and other legalities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What's funny is that every checklist is different and has a different timeline. For instance, TheKnot.com tells me to book the rehearsal dinner site five months in advance, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride Ideas&lt;/span&gt; says to do it between two to four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/span&gt; that's a bit more in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="lstCnt clear"&gt;                            &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven to Six Months Before&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Select and purchase invitations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hire a calligrapher, if desired. Addressing cards is time-consuming, so you need to budget accordingly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They are ready to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start planning a honeymoon.&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure that your passports are up-to-date, and schedule doctors’ appointments for any shots you may need. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have some options, but haven't decided for sure yet.&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shop for bridesmaids’ dresses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Allow at least six months for the dresses to be ordered and sized.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chose the dresses but haven't ordered them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet with the officiant.&lt;/strong&gt; Map out the ceremony and confirm that you have all the official documents for the wedding (these vary by county and religion).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Need to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Book a florist.&lt;/strong&gt; Florists can serve multiple clients on one day, which is why you can wait a little longer to engage one. Plus, at this point,                                        you’ll be firm on what your wedding palette will be.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got that one done awhile ago.&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start composing a day-of timeline.&lt;/strong&gt; Draw up a schedule of the event and slot in each component (the cake-cutting, the first dance)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. What?! Is this a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div class="lstCnt clear"&gt;                            &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five to Four Months Before&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;div&gt;                               &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book the rehearsal and rehearsal-dinner venues.&lt;/strong&gt; Negotiate the cost and the menu. If you’re planning to host a day-after brunch for guests, book that place as well.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Check on the wedding invitations.&lt;/strong&gt; Ask the stationer for samples of the finished invitations and revise them to suit your needs.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Select and order the cake.&lt;/strong&gt; Some bakers require a long lead time. Attend several tastings before committing to any baker.                                                                             &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send your guest list to the host of your shower.&lt;/strong&gt; Provided you, ahem, know about the shower.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase wedding shoes and start dress fittings.&lt;/strong&gt; Bring the shoes along to your first fitting so the tailor can choose the appropriate length for your gown.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schedule hair and makeup artists.&lt;/strong&gt; Make a few appointments with local experts to try them out. Snap a photo at each so you can compare results.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="row clear"&gt;                                                                          &lt;div class="chkLstTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose your music.&lt;/strong&gt; What should be playing when the wedding party is announced? During dinner? To kick off the dancing? Keep a running list of                                        what you want—and do not want—played.                                     &lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus right now is to schedule meetings with bakers. I tried to do that the week before last, but their schedules are funky. I am meeting with &lt;a href="http://www.fleurdeliscakes.com/page1.html"&gt;Fleur di Lis Cakes&lt;/a&gt; on November 5th, so at least there's that. Bakers have been kind of frustrating to find. I've noticed that they tend to have terrible sites with terrible pictures. I haven't seen any cakes that I've really been impressed with either. And it's kind of scary ... I have pictures of what I want, but what happens when it's delivered and looks terrible? It's not like the wedding dress that you see it before you buy ... yowza. I've just seen some really terrible cakes and hopefully mine doesn't turn out to be one of them. I kind of wish my mom could just bake it haha. I'd love to have these &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/magazine/2008/09/key_lime_cupcakes"&gt;key lime cupcakes from Bon Appetit&lt;/a&gt;. I made them a year or so ago and they are definitely my favorite cake concoction ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bonappetit.com/images/magazine/2008/09/mare_key_lime_cupcakes_v.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I am feeling overwhelmed again and I haven't even done anything. I understand that your wedding is supposed to be the best day of your life and all, but it just seems ridiculous how much time and effort is supposed to go into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get anything done, let alone personalize it and think about the details. I have a feeling this wedding is not going to be very cute or thoughtful. I don't really have the energy to add thoughtful touches, nor do I have any good ideas. And stupid stuff like ... who is going to do my hair? I have never gone to a real "salon." So I guess I have to start going to a fancy hair place so I can find a hairdresser who I trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I needed a wake up call at some point. It's just a pain because these next weeks are particularly hectic with crazy deadlines at work and freelance projects. It doesn't help that I have four articles due tomorrow and I haven't started any. I guess I should say ciao to this stupid blog entry and hope the checklist magically gets completed in my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-4895665450842462569?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4895665450842462569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrated-and-not-witty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4895665450842462569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/4895665450842462569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrated-and-not-witty.html' title='Frustrated and not witty'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8687685037116400187</id><published>2009-10-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:26:34.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alleycat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness Firday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being lazy'/><title type='text'>So much napoleon in my mouth</title><content type='html'>Holy cow. What a whirlwind of a week ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Baltimore. I made it on the second flight, which was excellent. The weekend was filled with a lot of dessert, a lot of laughs and a lot of jumping. I figure I'd upload some of the pictures here for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs273.snc1/10035_796517310861_10018911_48423395_5516413_n.jpg" border="2" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Amanda and Jaren's swanky Baltimore high-rise apartment. Puts my decrepit house form 1912 to shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs273.snc1/10035_796517325831_10018911_48423397_5115056_n.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us jumping in the mouth of a megalodon (dinosaur shark). If it was eating us I'm sure we'd be this ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs253.snc1/10035_796517340801_10018911_48423399_3932739_n.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 40 degrees and raining the whole damn time. So. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs273.snc1/10035_796518049381_10018911_48423427_7505361_n.jpg" border="2" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously took like 84 jumping pictures. This is the best!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all: a great trip. It was quick and involved a lot of travelling (I spent 14 hours in the airport/flying on Monday), but I am so happy I got to spend time with Amanda ... even if we didn't do any wedding stuff haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more good news: I kicked ass at my weigh in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134.4. That's right. This is the first time I've weighed under 135 in years. Like 5 years. Freaking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a crap ton of bad food this weekend, of course (though I tried to be somewhat good), and I weighed myself on Monday to much horror. Granted, it was at 4 p.m. and I usually weigh myself at 9 ... so it was going to be higher regardless. But still, it was back up to 137.badnumber and I was pretty pissed to have gained back the weight I lost last week. So I was a stellar eater and exerciser this week and somehow made a victorious comeback. Also I didn't eat breakfast this morning because I wasn't feeling well, so not sure how much that would affect today's results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week one&lt;/span&gt; (10/9): 137.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week two&lt;/span&gt; (10/15): 136.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week three&lt;/span&gt; (10/23): 134.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my shortened week, my goals are a little odd. Since Tuesday I've ridden 55 miles, which is pretty good for three days. Last week I did three resistance workouts, so good for me. I did another one on Tuesday and am going to work out in a second over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the Central Slayer alleycat hosted by Hot City Destroyers. I'm hoping all of my training pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least ... I haven't been doing any wedding stuff. I suck. This weekend I am going to post a checklist of what I've done so far on our timeline. Hold me to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8687685037116400187?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8687685037116400187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-napoleon-in-my-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8687685037116400187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8687685037116400187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-napoleon-in-my-mouth.html' title='So much napoleon in my mouth'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-215835848962922368</id><published>2009-10-16T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:27:01.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness Firday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>Flight Friday</title><content type='html'>I am currently in the airport, waiting to (hopefully) board my plane to Baltimore. I can't even wait to see Amanda this afternoon. It's hard to believe I haven't seen her in two-and-a-half months. This will be the first time she sees my engagement ring! So exciting. So much wedding stuff will get done this weekend. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, I weighed 136.0. Pretty stoked about that. Dropped 1.2 pounds in less than a week. I didn't get to ride that much because of vacation preparations and being mildly ill (Josiah is full-on ill). BUtttt, I bought a road bike on Wednesday! I can't wait to ride it when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short update, but I've got to pay attention to the standby situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; Didn't get on the first flight. Hopefully I'll get there at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-215835848962922368?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/215835848962922368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/flight-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/215835848962922368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/215835848962922368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/flight-friday.html' title='Flight Friday'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-1721185160641111303</id><published>2009-10-10T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:27:08.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruition'/><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/4000088746_f84198a713.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came! Forgive my crappy cell phone picture. The color is a lot richer in person. I love them :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-1721185160641111303?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1721185160641111303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1721185160641111303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1721185160641111303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/4000088746_f84198a713_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3991468107061403437</id><published>2009-10-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:48:50.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness Firday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weigh in No. 1</title><content type='html'>Fitness Friday has come and almost gone, and I nearly forgot to make my obligatory update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I jumped on the scale this morning, so I am officially using this at my starting point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 9, 2009: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;137.2&lt;/span&gt; pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to eventually make it down to my goal weight of 130. That would pretty much take care of my gut (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago I decided to track what I ate. I eat a lot. All the time. I am the ultimate snacker. Any time I'd pass by the pantry or kitchen, I would grab something ... just because? It was ridiculous. I've always been like this, and it makes sense why I could be super active and fit, but still not make any gains in terms of weight loss (so punny). So, I figured it was time to make myself feel really guilty by keeping a food diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my coworkers have been personal trainers and I talk to a tonnn of RDs for work, and everyone agrees that logging food intake is the best way to lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it, and it's literally the only thing that has made me lose weight somewhat effectively. At my lowest, I was down to 135.something about a month or so ago. I started out at 142ish when I first started my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, here's the gist.&lt;br /&gt;- Write down everything you eat.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep track of caloric count and fat grams.&lt;br /&gt;- Want to eat a donut, but know that those 400 calories will make a huge dent in your daily caloric intake.&lt;br /&gt;- Get instant feedback at the end of the day as to your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, what I eat isn't bad. I cook &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and try to eat a lot of fish, vegetables, whole grains, fruit, etc. The problem was that I just snacked like a mofo. Seriously, if I could cut out my meaningless snacking (and my candy), I would weigh a lot less. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, writing down what you eat makes you accountable for your actions. You can't cheat. Because you know you're cheating, and you can't fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it also helps because I don't really eat out when I track my food. A lot of places don't have nutritional content (at least independent restaurants), so you'd have to guess. And believe me, from all of my interviews, people always underestimate portion size, which in turns leads to underestimating calories. So, if I cook my own food using recipes from places like &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/"&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/a&gt;, I know exactly what's in it and the nutritional make up. It helps me be in control of what I'm eating. And plus, it saves me money. Always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've logged my food twice for probably increments of 3 to 4 weeks each time. The first time I definitely just gained the weight back after I stopped logging. That was shitty. The last time I did it was probably a month ago, and surprisingly I've only gained back a pound or two. While that definitely isn't good, at least it shows I kind of improved my habits? Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to use this round of food logging to basically make myself aware of my choices and help form healthier habits. For example, I am obsessed with dessert. But I'm trying to eat fruit for dessert instead of candy, ice cream, etc. My grandfather has always had his cherries after dinner ("Glorrrrr! Bring me my cherries!" he'd always boom from the downstairs), and I think I could learn from him. Plus, I just need to get out of the habit of eating because food is there. Not necessary at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's today's food log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10/08/09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: cup Blueberry Special K cereal w/ soy milk: 150 cal&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: smallest piece of pizza ever (w/diced bell peppers, spinach, roasted garlic sauce, feta, goat, cheddar and prosciutto): approximately 200 cal; sugar-free fruit cup: 70 cal&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: 6 oz. salmon w/spicy shrimp stuffing and chipotle salsa: 250 cal&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: lick of the spoon from the lemon bars currently in the oven: 15 cal&lt;br /&gt;(Edit) Dessert pt. 2: an actual lemon bar (Mom, they are delicious): 150 cal&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Total today so far: 835 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like very much (and looking at it written down, it's not), but surprisingly when you're eating healthy food, there aren't that many calories. I could have had a combo meal at McDonald's that was more calories than that. But instead I had cereal, pizza, some fruit and a hunk of salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeterday I did some extra snacking (and candy corning) and had 1,165 calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one thing I have going for me is my habit of not drinking anything other than water. Alcohol especially has a billion calories. I can't imagine drinking four or five bottles of beer and hitting like 800 calories. That is insane. Hopefully my monthly margarita doesn't set me back (haha just kidding). Though last week at Boulders, I drank &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; Shirley Temples. Not sure what got into me that night. So crazy. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips I've gathered through my own experience and from articles I've written about nutrition and food logging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keep your logs in one place.&lt;/span&gt; Whether it's online through a service or in a planner (I'm using my Moleskine planner), it's helpful to see your progress. Before I was just using whatever random Post-Its I found. Then I would lose them and it just wasn't very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Track more than just calories.&lt;/span&gt; Last time, I logged the calories, fat (trans and sat), fiber and protein. That helps put things into perspective for you. Depending on what kind of lifestyle you live, you need different proportions of fat, carbs and protein.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pay attention to portion size.&lt;/span&gt; For me, the big thing was cereal. Sure, a serving size of cereal is between 3/4 cup and a cup, depending on the brand. But when you pour a bowl of cereal, it ends up being a lot more than that. Take a dry measuring cup and measure out a cup and put that in your bowl to see what that looks like. I was definitely shocked!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Learn from it.&lt;/span&gt; No one is going to keep a food diary for the rest of their lives. And least hopefully not. But after one week of keeping a food journal, you will learn a lot about your eating habits. Maybe you're not getting enough protein. I realized I wasn't. I know my good friend Bethany started keeping one, and she was especially interested in her fiber intake. Logs can be really useful to see what you're getting too much of and not getting enough of. &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apply your knowledge and adapt your diet.&lt;/span&gt; Once you become aware of the missteps, put the knowledge to use. Honestly, before I logged my food for the first time ... I knew I ate a lot, but I didn't realize how much of it was just for fun. Now I know I need to watch my snacking and I can remember that. Most of the time I don't pay attention, but at least it's there if I'd like to listen, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really long. Sorry for rambling. I know too much about this kind of crap from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Rereading the last two entries makes me seem like a freak. I swear I'm not actually obsessed about my weight or anything. I'm just a goal-oriented gal and want to look hot for my wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3991468107061403437?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3991468107061403437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/weigh-in-no-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3991468107061403437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3991468107061403437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/weigh-in-no-1.html' title='Weigh in No. 1'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5519885741542352976</id><published>2009-10-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:21:44.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Move Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking damn good'/><title type='text'>Fitness Thursfriday</title><content type='html'>All day, every day, I am surrounded by fitness. I write about health and wellness, fitness, sports medicine and nutrition. My coworkers are all former professional or collegiate athletes. My friends are cyclists. My family is too athletic for their own good. So, where do I fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been somewhat active. I grew up playing soccer and had practice basically every after school and tournaments on the weekend. In early high school, I ran track and cross country. I was definitely way more in shape then compared to now ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time progresses, I've discovered I really want to get serious about cycling. I love it, I love my friends and I love bikes. It's been a great outlet for Josiah and I in terms of combining something active with our social lives. My favorite thing in the world is our Thursday night Ladies' Ride, where I meet up with &lt;a href="http://ericalucci.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt;, Adriane and all of my other girls (and sometimes guys!). It's been wonderful to have fun doing something I both love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; is good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile now, I've wanted to make some sort of fitness post setting out some goals for myself. And now I have more of a concrete reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just set up and engagement photo shoot with Morgan Bellinger of &lt;a href="http://movephotography.com/"&gt;Move Photography&lt;/a&gt; for November 29. (I'm planning a special post in the future about how pumped I am to work with my friend Morgan!) So now I have a date that I need to look good for. (If only my hair would grow six inches by then...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been one to want to lose weight, get in shape, eat better, get fit, blah blah blah. I'm not good at doing any of those things. I'm trying though. Ever since I started my job (and have been surrounded by people obsessed with health, performance and counting calories), I've been doing a better job at maintaining a healthy lifestyle. I still love ice cream and candy, but I'm dealing with those infatuations a bit better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I've struggled a lot with my weight and being unhappy about my appearance. I know this is normal to an extent with any woman. As I've grown up, I've consequently grown out of hating who I am and my appearance, though it occasionally comes back if I'm feeling especially down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to use this wedding as a time to improve myself, physically and mentally. I've come to the realization that setting vague goals like "I want to lose weight" aren't going to get me anywhere. If I had a lot of dedication and drive, they might haha. Instead, I'm really going to focus on my cycling and getting better at that. Right now I'm trying to reach 100 miles a week (I hit 120 a few weeks ago, but only got around 60 last week). I know if I make this a priority, I will become better, faster, leaner and overall healthier. I'll let an improved appearance become the result of my cycling goals. I'm tired of constantly trying to lose weight and feeling unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ride 100 miles a week&lt;br /&gt;- Do weight/resistance training 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;- Consume less than 1,200 calories a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday I'm going to do a recap of the week and assess if I achieved my goals or not. I'll use Friday morning as my weekly weigh in to keep some consistency. I think I'll also cover some sort of fitness-related topic. Tomorrow I'll talk about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;food journaling&lt;/span&gt; (the only way I've ever lost weight). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I love a good challenge. After all, I haven't used spoons in five years after I made it my angry New Year's resolution. Making this a game for myself is probably the only way I can make some headway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to make use of my lunch break and do some weights in my office's gym. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Sorry this post was incoherent and all over the place. It's hard for me to gather my thoughts on this subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bike-related photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2625/194/61/2903786/n2903786_32694529_1879155.jpg" border="2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old photo of the Ladies' Ride, taken by Erica Lucci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3993021121_a7551cd1f0.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikes, bikes, bikes in my living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3340819651_0866e57f87.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious picture of Chris, Erica, Josiah and I after a 55 mile this spring. My hair tie broke before the ride started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3482283462_75522a6dd8.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding into the darkness on another ladies' ride, another one courtesy of Erica.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5519885741542352976?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5519885741542352976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/fitness-thursfriday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5519885741542352976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5519885741542352976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/fitness-thursfriday.html' title='Fitness Thursfriday'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3993021121_a7551cd1f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2042004840775176320</id><published>2009-10-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:20:57.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alleycat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>Wedding alleycat!!!!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Josiah and I are heavy into cycling. We ride fixed gear bikes, the kind with no gears and no brakes. The sport is a blast and we've gained so many really, really incredible friends over the past years through bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and I have officially decided to hold a wedding alleycat (a scavenger hunt-like bike race). We're thinking it'll be the weekend after our wedding and it'll be a way for us to celebrate with all of our bike friends! I've been wanting to organize an alleycat for a long time now, and Josiah ought to plan something (since his wedding planning involvement is not much to brag about haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this is the greatest idea ever! We are already having a blast thinking of destinations (Tempe Center for the Arts, courthouse, dress boutique, strip club) and props (something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, garters, ring pops, etc.). The people who help us with the race can be the bridal party! The spokecards could be adaptations of our actual invitations, and the fliers could be save the dates...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just need to come up with a punny name. And get this shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true: I am kinda more excited about this than the actual wedding. Sort of kidding haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: It would be great to make this a guy/girl partner race. The dudes could ride to Dream Palace, while the girls could ride to a salon or something, etc. then meet up at the courthouse or chapel or whatever. Yes, it is going to be hilariously stereotypical hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2042004840775176320?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2042004840775176320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-alleycat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2042004840775176320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2042004840775176320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-alleycat.html' title='Wedding alleycat!!!!'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3457670513585075263</id><published>2009-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:47:24.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>My mom hates this idea</title><content type='html'>A while ago, my little sister Annelise said the bridesmaids should wear Vans at the wedding. I laughed it off, though I secretly thought it was a great idea. Last week I thought I had come up with an amazing plan: Josiah could give his groomsmen Vans to wear at the wedding as a gift. Then I realized I wasn't the brilliant one and remembered Annelise's suggestion haha. Josiah and I have worn Vans for years now, and collectively have had too many pairs to count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some searching, I came up with the perfect pair, this white organic Authentic shoe with a green stripe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://rideshop.zappos.com/images/z/9/2/6/926130-p-DETAILED.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans come in a billion different colors, and about a year ago I saw the perfect reddish orange color Authentics. I should have bought them, but probably made up some excuse (oh, fiscal responsibility). If I could find a pair now, I would be in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal wedding shoe scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids and groomsmen in all white or white with a green/red accent stripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.solestruck.com/vans-shoes/Vans-shoes-Authentic-Mens-(True-White)-010604.jpg" border="2" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in reddish-orange (still on the hunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah in green:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://nicekicks.com/images/vans-authentic-suede-pack-6.jpg" border="2" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are wearing green dresses from J. Crew, so white shoes would be adorable. I, on the other hand, could wear the reddish-orange to add a fun pop of color to my ivory, knee-length dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is not keen on the idea of the girls wearing Vans at all … let alone me sporting Vans. I plan on wearing her down, but in the case that she holds strong, maybe I could just wear them for the reception and be comfortable? ...I would kind of like to wear heels so I can have nice calves haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how cute the pictures would be with us all in Vans? I can’t even handle it. Anyway, how am I going to skid my fixed gear down the aisle in heels? We all know heels + cages don't work well. But you better believe that our bikes are going to be involved somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3457670513585075263?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3457670513585075263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-hates-this-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3457670513585075263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3457670513585075263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-hates-this-idea.html' title='My mom hates this idea'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-1805339529281307482</id><published>2009-09-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:30:29.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2004'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>We're on our way to fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember a summer's day&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking up to you &lt;br /&gt;I remember my face turned red&lt;br /&gt;I remember staring at my feet&lt;br /&gt;I remember before we met&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting next to you &lt;br /&gt;I remember pretending I wasn't looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Josiah and I met at Barnes and Noble on Nov. 3, 2004, he handed me a burned copy of “And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out” by Yo La Tengo. It was his favorite CD, he said. It still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was appropriate. I was initially drawn to him because I knew he listened to the same music as me. It sounds shallow, but that’s a big selling point for indie hipsters. You know, we just “get” each other. Zack Horne brought me up when meeting Josiah at a Microphones concert at the Modified. Our first date was a Delgados concert at the Clubhouse, back when it was like 10 square feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember driving home from Barnes and Noble, and stumbling upon track two “Our Way to Fall,” while pulling into my neighborhood. It instantly struck me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months prior, I was at Barnes and Noble (cut me some slack, it was the only cool place in Goodyear) with my good friend Mia and her brother Bo. We were hanging out at a four-person table when I heard a faintly familiar voice and looked up at the fourth person joining us at our table: Josiah. I can only imagine the panic clouding my mind as I instantly looked away and tried not to freak out. I have a feeling I did a poor job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a common occurrence during my few interactions with Josiah pre-November 2005. Whether in the Millennium High School cafeteria or outside of Mrs. Sveom’s class where I had homeroom the last period of freshman year, my reaction was always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember pretending I wasn’t looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I could relate to “Our Way to Fall.” I tend to be a superficial music listener. I don’t pay much attention to lyrics or delve into songs, but how could I not pay attention to this anthem of embarrassment and eventually love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past five years, Josiah and I have probably attended 100 concerts. Our most anticipated one is coming up a week from today: Yo La Tengo. They haven’t played in Arizona for years and we fear this may be the band’s last hurrah (they’ve been together for like 20 years). We are both incredibly excited to see this concert and I know we won’t be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah’s main contribution to the wedding planning is the music. I’ve given him the task of compiling the music that will truly set the tone for our event, including mingling music, what I walk down the aisle to and reception tunes. This portion of the wedding is so incredibly important to us, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - In an upcoming post I'll include some of our favorite tunes that we plan on including in our playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-1805339529281307482?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1805339529281307482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-on-our-way-to-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1805339529281307482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/1805339529281307482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-on-our-way-to-fall-in-love.html' title='We&apos;re on our way to fall in love.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3982123181301337140</id><published>2009-09-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:34:19.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruition'/><title type='text'>No turning back!</title><content type='html'>The invitations are coming soon! They are expected to ship on Oct. 2. I can't believe it. This will be the first physical "thing" I have from the wedding. It's crazy to have done a ton of work but not really have anything to show for it (other than peace of mind, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto our proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3963700726_a791431dc1.jpg" border="2" width="400" height="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge version is available &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3963700726_a791431dc1_b.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah's response to the invitations nearing completion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess it means you HAVE to marry me now, or it would be a waste of money&lt;br /&gt;and paper ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweetheart. Also, I'm pretty sure that's the first time he's used a smiley face. Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real updates coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3982123181301337140?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3982123181301337140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-turning-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3982123181301337140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3982123181301337140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-turning-back.html' title='No turning back!'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3963700726_a791431dc1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3351717467196940110</id><published>2009-09-16T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:05:53.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I hate chocolate, except when combined with hazelnuts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bethany and I were having an emotionally charged conversation about old people not liking cute invitations. In a rash moment, I blurted out (via Gchat) “My mom is just lucky that I didn’t fold the invitation like a crepe and put Nutella inside.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus came the greatest idea of the wedding so far: “You should do mini things of Nutella as your favors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a brain knows how good Nutella is. Especially paired with bananas. And especially inside crepes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all good things, Nutella comes in small jars that would be perfect as a gift. I’m still unsure whether people will think I’m odd or not. I mean, it’s not exactly the same as gifting a jar of super-crunchy Jif, right? I wonder if our non-hip, non-Euro guests will even know what Nutella is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nutella!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a picture of a cute set of seven mini jars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://superduper.co.za/lucky/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nutella2.jpg" height="300" width="400" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an inkling that mini Nutella jars will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Hard to find. Dumb imports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Not economical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, my search starts now. As I told Bethany, I hope people are confused and don’t want the Nutella. That way I can take it all home. I deserve 100 mini jars anyway. Think of all the crepes I could make…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a jar of Nutella in my “pantry” (really just half a spice cabinet) that hasn’t had any use in a long time. That needs to change. When I studied in Italy, I had a Nutella and banana sandwich every day for lunch because there was no peanut butter. I also had four helpings of gelato a day. And I still lost 10 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Nutella and the glorious Italians who created it (I think. Maybe not. Too lazy to go on Wikipedia.), I am going to make banana and Nutella cupcakes from the blog &lt;a href="http://bleedingespresso.com/2008/01/banana-nutella-cake-for-world-nutella-day-2008.html"&gt;Bleeding Espresso&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I’ll post some pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3351717467196940110?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3351717467196940110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-chocolate-except-when-combined.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3351717467196940110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3351717467196940110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-chocolate-except-when-combined.html' title='I hate chocolate, except when combined with hazelnuts'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-380815703171461258</id><published>2009-09-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:10:59.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letterpress'/><title type='text'>Hardpressed</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with all things letterpress. It all started with the invitations. But now it's spread to thank you cards, calendars, fortune tellers, moleskine notebooks (I know, right?) and now ... recipe cards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was browsing Design*Sponge, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/09/new-moontree-letterpress-recipe-cards.html#comments"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; with the most darling letterpress recipe cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One D*S reader suggested including a recipe card in each bridal shower invitation, then asking party-goers to return them to the bride with a recipe. I think this is the greatest. Idea. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; cooking. I love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt; for people. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; cooking for Josiah. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; cooking for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull almost all of my recipes from Cooking Light, with the occasional Bon Appetit or Food and Wine recipe thrown in. But I would love to have a collection of tried and trued family favorites to store in a recipe file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/3891001215_3eec483d36.jpg" border="3" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letterpress recipe cards by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5003553"&gt;Moontree Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I can't wait to debut my wedding invitation design. I've been working with the lovely ladies at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5237751&amp;ga_search_query=invitedink&amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;Invited Ink&lt;/a&gt; and I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; excited. Sally Ann drew me up a custom invite and I couldn't be more excited. It's so beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-380815703171461258?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/380815703171461258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardpressed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/380815703171461258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/380815703171461258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardpressed.html' title='Hardpressed'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/3891001215_3eec483d36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8268727108956013571</id><published>2009-09-13T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:40:59.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutesy moments, pt. 2: "Keep on blogging"</title><content type='html'>Some odd smells just drifted over from Jo's side of the couch. After I expressed my disgust, Josiah recited the next blog entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's entry. As I look over to my soon-to-be husband's way, I am rethinking my decision to marry him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8268727108956013571?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8268727108956013571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutesy-moments-pt-2-keep-on-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8268727108956013571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8268727108956013571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutesy-moments-pt-2-keep-on-blogging.html' title='Cutesy moments, pt. 2: &quot;Keep on blogging&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3819610871859050645</id><published>2009-09-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:38:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era</title><content type='html'>It's 8 o'clock and I'm sitting here on my brand new (second-hand) couch. Josiah's lounging on the chaise next to me, furiously highlighting a book on some nonsense ... gender and modernity. Noah looks like one big lump at Josiah's feet; he's tangled up in his holey blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and I are both in odd times of our lives right now. Things are busy, stressful, disappointing and, honestly, not right in some aspects. We both need to work through it until we can reach a point in life where we are happy -- not just OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times over the years (and especially this month) I've regarded Josiah and our commitment as the one "right" thing in my life (in addition to friends and family, of course). He has been the constant good force over the past five years -- the consistently encouraging presence through the strenuous classes, the late nights in the newsroom, the crappy jobs, the identity crises and the losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in the past week or two because, honestly, I haven't done much. I've been addressing a lot of personal issues that have put wedding planning on the backburner. I'm trying to be proactive and positive, but it's hard to when the future is so uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I have to remember what is certain: Josiah and I are getting freaking married. And all of my best friends will be there. Why shouldn't I be excited? We are going to be throwing a party (for ourselves, but still) and it will be kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to remind myself what this wedding is about. My mom has brought this up a lot. It's about Josiah and I. It's about our love. It's about our marriage. Of course, it's also about all of the people who have brought us together, encouraged us, supported our decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the hoping that the coming blog entries will bear good news and fruitful inspiration. I need it. Both in life and in wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Thanks to &lt;a href="http://5to6blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ericalucci.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://christianmusicnerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Todd&lt;/a&gt; for being especially great friends during this ever-changing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3819610871859050645?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3819610871859050645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3819610871859050645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3819610871859050645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5069787837983888028</id><published>2009-09-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:39:01.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maid of Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>My maid of honor</title><content type='html'>Three months ago, my best friend Amanda moved 2,400 miles away. She packed up her tiny Hyundai with as much crap as it could hold, and she drove to the other side of the country to participate in Teach for America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it's been shitty. Really shitty. I've cried a lot, felt sorry for myself, wondered why I have no friends and, overall, been very lonely since she left. I feel selfish for wanting to keep her here forever -- to go to sushi, eat McDonald's swirl cones, make fun of everyone, use terribly ugly voices, etc. It sucks to be with someone non stop, then have them torn away from you, never to return again. (At least not for two years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she left, she gave me a going away present: a bridal list book and a pack of brightly colored felt-tip pens (my favorite!). The big engagement was coming up and she knew exactly what I needed: a place to keep all of the lists that would soon consume my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Amanda. I love her more than I've loved any other friend. I'm not gay, but if I was I'd love Amanda in that way too. Right now, that love is devoted to Josiah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is the best. She is the friend who will drop everything for you -- no matter what. She is hilarious, thoughtful, gorgeous and nurturing. She is the friend that has made me pee my pants. And even though I fake peeing my pants a lot, I'm being literal here. Not only is she the greatest friend on earth, but she is brilliant and an extremely hard worker. She was my assistant editor when I was EIC at the State Press Magazine. And to be honest, I would have not be able to do it without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because Amanda and I have known each other since our freshman year at ASU. She was the awkwardly tall and obnoxiously loud one who lived a couple doors down from me in the Hayden West dorm. I was the reclusive hipster in room 209 who did not like anyone having fun remotely close to me. My roommate Bethany and I would complain about everyone outside who would never shut the hell up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sophomore year Amanda stumbled into the SPM editors' office during one of our weekly meetings. She was a new writer, and I recognized her as the loud girl from the dorms and promptly decided to not talk to her. Instead, I was pretentious and made fun of my fellow staffers with Katie Lehman, our photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next semester, our paths crossed again while working at the Arizona Republic. I figured I might as well get to know this girl, considering we'd probably just run into each other more and more as we continued our journalism classes. Surprisingly, we instantly became attached at the hip, hanging out at all times and becoming BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been three trips to California, too many days spent in the basement, countless hours getting goofy and a lot of wondering why everyone else is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful we came to be great friends. She is truly a blessing in my life. I would be even more of a disaster without her right now. Even though she lives on the other side of the country, even though she teaches Pre-K full time for TFA, even though she's taking graduate classes at John Hopkins ... we still manage to talk every day. I think that speaks volumes about how good of a friend she is and how much she means to me. I have friends who live 15 minutes away who couldn't be bothered to pick up my calls, let alone call me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, ManFru. I don't know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5288_752446084951_10018911_46806355_6324238_n.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://deannadentphotography.wordpress.com/"&gt;Deanna Dent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2605/188/35/10034178/n10034178_44166382_2722318.jpg" height="400" width="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2605/188/35/10034178/n10034178_44166374_3261098.jpg" height="400" width="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v290/83/29/10000097/n10000097_40080995_5538.jpg" height="400" width="300" height="400" width="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v314/178/60/10018911/n10018911_41079864_6380.jpg" height="400" width="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; - I forced Amanda to get a blog to chronicle her experiences as the greatest Pre-K teacher in all of Baltimore. You can read it &lt;a href="http://5to6blog.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit with Amanda's response:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: celeste&lt;br /&gt;oh my god&lt;br /&gt;i am crying right now&lt;br /&gt;you B&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe you did that!&lt;br /&gt;ugh you are the best friend ever&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you all the time tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt; Amanda:  i am in shock&lt;br /&gt; me:  why?&lt;br /&gt; Amanda:  i didnt think you liked me that much!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5069787837983888028?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5069787837983888028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-maid-of-honor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5069787837983888028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5069787837983888028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-maid-of-honor.html' title='My maid of honor'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5578065932650092324</id><published>2009-09-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:18:33.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>Cutesy engaged moments, pt. 1</title><content type='html'>I have decided to write more easily digestible entries. My first attempt is the installation "Cutesy engaged moments." Here you will find embarrassing snippets of me and Josiah's relationship as a newly engaged couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "You look especially German tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "Yes, you do."&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "Your hair, your complexion, your eyes--"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "--Those have not changed. I don't look German."&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "It's not a bad thing. I'm German. You know who else is German?"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Hitler."&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Heidi Klum."&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "Yes! How did you know that's who I was thinking of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the conversation covered whether Seal was a robot or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5578065932650092324?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5578065932650092324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutesy-engaged-moments-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5578065932650092324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5578065932650092324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutesy-engaged-moments-pt-1.html' title='Cutesy engaged moments, pt. 1'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-6868895298957273638</id><published>2009-08-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:16:37.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uptown Bridal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>How Mariee lost my business</title><content type='html'>Last year, Amanda and I sat in our editing class which consisted of a few things: 1. not editing 2. making fun of our dumb classmates and 3. looking at wedding stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in that class that I found Drew, a dress from&lt;a href="http://priscillaofboston.com/index.jsp"&gt;Priscilla of Boston&lt;/a&gt;. This line is, by far, the classiest of all the wedding designers. I searched high and low for dresses that were gorgeous in their simplicity and hushed detail. I am not one for rhinestones, jewels, bows, fluff, tiaras, trains or any of that nonsense. I am not Cinderella and my wedding is not a ball. My sister Annelise's wedding however ... that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for bridal stores carrying the Priscilla of Boston lines, my mom came across &lt;a href="http://www.marieegallery.com/"&gt;Mariee&lt;/a&gt; in Scottsdale. I should have known right off the bat that Mariee would be trouble, considering the name of the store is in French. But, I went against my best judgmental judgment and visited the salon two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not amazed by anything I tried on--the dresses were nice, but not my style (see: ornate and long). They didn't have the short PoB dresses that I liked, but the sales associate said they would be able to order the samples in for me to try on. I was very impressed and thrilled by this. She told me to e-mail them the names of the dresses I'd like, and she would get them in right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed her that afternoon. Like two hours after we left the shop. My mom heard back from her a few days later, saying that she had spoken with the representative and they would be in for my appointment on the Saturday the 22nd. The day before our appointment, the woman e-mailed my mom, saying they were supposed to arrive on the 17th, but hadn't. She said she would contact the representative on Monday (the 24th) to see what the status was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we never heard back from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how many times my mom called, left messages and e-mailed the store. It was ridiculous. What kind of business doesn't answer its phone during business hours? Despite our best communication efforts, she never got back to us. So, she lost a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, my friend Sara and I headed up to Uptown Bridal yesterday to try on some ridiculously cute dresses we had seen the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After privately embarrassing myself wearing Spanx for the first time--"for my privacy," the saleswoman assured me--I stepped into a dress and opened the velvet dressing room curtain. I could tell by the look on my mother's face that this dress was "the one" and that was that. I tried on some others, but everyone kept reverting back to the original. So, I tried it on again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with the dress completely, but in the back of my mind I wondered about the PoB dress and if I could commit to any other. I voiced my concern and my mom stopped me short. They apparently did not want our business. After numerous phone calls and e-mails, they had &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; not gotten back to us. They didn't deserve our money and I wasn't going to give it to them (or, at least, my mom wasn't going to give them her American Express).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for it, a la Michael Ian Black (no one will get this). And I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop made me put on this ridiculous "bride" garb because I found a dress. Then they took a picture. I look absolutely ludicrous, but I think it sums up my wedding attitude of "I mostly hate this, so I'll be really sarcastic and fake obnoxious smiles." This is only how I feel sometimes. My mom hates being photographed and will kill me for letting the Internet see her. But mom, look at me -- I appear to be bald with a double chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3872720701_c877429f8b.jpg" border="2" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlights from dress shopping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having boobs like an 80-year-old, courtesy of the flattening and lengthening powers of Spanx&lt;br /&gt;- Wanting to try on the ugliest dress ever and post pictures saying, "I found it!"&lt;br /&gt;- Witnessing a very lost and unhappy bride try on her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;- Wearing clear, stripper-like heels&lt;br /&gt;- Realizing that my hips and waist are about two sizes bigger than my bust -- really?!&lt;br /&gt;- Finding the dress I'll be wearing on my wedding day ... I guess that's pretty cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-6868895298957273638?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6868895298957273638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-mariee-lost-my-business.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6868895298957273638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6868895298957273638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-mariee-lost-my-business.html' title='How Mariee lost my business'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3872720701_c877429f8b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5667163822017304928</id><published>2009-08-28T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:59:20.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Today, by way of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/xoBetseyJohnson"&gt;Betsey Johnson's Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I came across the photographer &lt;a href="http://www.christinechangphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christine Chang's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, she posted pictures of, what I have decided, is the prettiest wedding ever. It may just be because this girl is the most beautiful bride on earth, but everything looks just right. The Betsey Johnson dresses, the peacock feather bouquet, the baby's breath, her hair. Man! If you don't agree with me, something is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/SooyeqlhumI/AAAAAAAAcR0/sg3ueUNYE8k/s400/K%26A-07.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/Soox-sLDkEI/AAAAAAAAcRg/bf93lZwJB7U/s400/K%26A-09.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/Soox9DYwWbI/AAAAAAAAcRI/V7yi_XeXNwk/s400/K%26A-11.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/SoovFY1ZIsI/AAAAAAAAcO0/hh2HMBnop00/s400/K%26A-30.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/Soov5OB8RPI/AAAAAAAAcPc/JLtQnXsMOIA/s400/K%26A-24.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/SooxZX7U2sI/AAAAAAAAcQU/pKhlTd-SDQE/s400/K%26A-18.jpg" width="250" height="400" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View all of the pictures at Christine's blog &lt;a href="http://christinechangphoto.blogspot.com/2009/08/kristi-anthony.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5667163822017304928?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5667163822017304928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5667163822017304928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5667163822017304928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNd_63iSrGs/SooyeqlhumI/AAAAAAAAcR0/sg3ueUNYE8k/s72-c/K%26A-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8122287010772151799</id><published>2009-08-27T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:59:52.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Floral redemption</title><content type='html'>A phone call from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Josiah, the florist was &lt;i&gt;awesome.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: "That is the first time I've heard you say something was awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I've been less than thrilled about some recent wedding experiences, but my meeting with Jeanne from &lt;a href="http://whitepoppy.com"&gt;White Poppy&lt;/a&gt; was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she was excited. And had ideas. And cared about what I thought (a novel idea?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point she called herself the "anti-wedding florist," which sold me haha. She explained that she's not into the frilly tulle and bows and nonsense garbage. I'm stoked about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to work with her and get everything figured out. What a relief. It was a great feeling to walk out of her home studio (in the beautiful Arcadia neighborhood), and be truly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday brings another appointment to try on dresses at &lt;a href="http://www.uptownbrides.com/"&gt;Uptown Bridal&lt;/a&gt; in downtown Chandler. They have a great collection (read: more than one) of shorter dresses. I can't wait to try them on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8122287010772151799?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8122287010772151799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/floral-redemption.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8122287010772151799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8122287010772151799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/floral-redemption.html' title='Floral redemption'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-5470886502478788227</id><published>2009-08-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:00:36.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menswear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><title type='text'>In love with too many buttefly colors</title><content type='html'>Well, I just wrote 3,750 words compiling 3 (and a half) articles. So, of course the natural thing for me to do next is write a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, wedding world, I don’t have much to say. I suppose I just wanted to check in. I haven’t done much of anything for the wedding in the past week and a half. I feel guilty. But alas, my mental health came first last week. And then, this week, my 45 billion articles came first. Seriously – I went to bed after 1 a.m. last night, then woke up at 5 to start writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I am back and ready for more. I haven’t looked at my guest list after last week’s nightmare (finding out that catering was going to cost approximately $80 per person). I hacked off probably 40 more people, and I’m scared to go back and see who got the ax in my fit of rage haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing subjects: Martha Stewart is a god. Seriously. At least her editorial team is. Everything in the magazine is incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://prairiepaperandink.typepad.com/.a/6a00d834515aa769e2011168704135970c-250wi" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Except for this butterfly cake that makes me want to puke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the cute MS paper crafts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inspiredbride.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/martha1.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bklynbrideonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/IMG_5677-1024x768.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs1.marthastewart.com/.a/6a00d83451e44269e201157200a905970b-800wi" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgCiG-7QFvU/SnLV3rFvGoI/AAAAAAAACEU/aewu_8x2OMs/s400/pink-pom-poms-kit.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have another florist appointment. Hopefully this one is more willing to pay attention to what my mom and I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that, I am cooking for delicious shrimp burritos for four dudes. And then, maybe I'll sleep. But probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-5470886502478788227?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5470886502478788227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-love-with-too-many-buttefly-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5470886502478788227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/5470886502478788227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-love-with-too-many-buttefly-colors.html' title='In love with too many buttefly colors'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgCiG-7QFvU/SnLV3rFvGoI/AAAAAAAACEU/aewu_8x2OMs/s72-c/pink-pom-poms-kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-957879504785023160</id><published>2009-08-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:08:47.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe Center for the Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='centerpieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Floral disaster</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last posted. I have an entry written saved in my drafts, but it is really melodramatic and whiny. Not going to publish that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case: yesterday was eventful. My mom, sisters and my friend &lt;a href="http://ericalucci.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt; accompanied me to a dress shop, the mall and then to a florist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist was particularly ... not pleasing? I'm not sure how to describe her. But, I felt incredibly awkward during our 20 minute conversation. I also felt like I was not allowed to give any input or suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started out with her asking what colors the bridesmaids' dresses are. Last time I checked, that was not at the top of my priority list. But maybe bridesmaids' dresses are an absolute must during the 8th month. Let me check my bride-to-be book ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Nope. Not the most important thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought in a magazine that had the colors we wanted on the cover. I thought that was good enough to provide her a palate. Apparently not. At one point, she told me that I should "figure out my colors" before we could go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be more logical to pick the colors of the flowers and then base the bridesmaids' dresses off of that. Tulip colors are more limited than fabric colors, so I'd like to nail that down. But, according to the florist, "That's backwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her defense, she seemed nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did not listen to a single word I had to say. Instead, I might say something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "I think we need something along the edge of the water. There's a ledge that we could put something on."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Yeah, it's kind of bare. We need to add a little something along the water."&lt;br /&gt;Florist: "Let's put some flowers on the seat. Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept suggesting things that really had nothing to do with what my mom and I would be discussing. It made me feel like I should stop bother trying to say anything. So, I pretty much did haha. From the get go I just felt kind of odd and put out, and the uncomfortable feeling just increased as we went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't really like that she wasn't really willing to listen to what we had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation when we got back into the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "I feel ... like she just ..."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Wasn't listening to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto more florists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are some tidbits (me and Jo's new favorite word) of inspiration for flowers and centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/2366025688_71bd7250cd.jpg?v=0" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the colors (this is what I'm going for) and the bud ideas. I think bud vases are so cute in multiples. This would also look good in a circle around some other sort of centerpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/weddings/2002Q3/a99547_fal02_modern_l.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome idea -- centerpieces that are favors of mini bouquets. Not sure how I could translate this to tulips, but very cool. Read the Martha Stewart DIY instructions &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/portal/site/ww/menuitem.d9cc37f780ffa93df8aeef105173a0a0/?vgnextoid=f5353ab75a6b3110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wedding-flowers-and-reception-ideas.com/images/tulip-centerpieces-02.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that the vase goes past the top of the tulips. Never seen that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/469801409_47ef794a53.jpg?v=0" border="2" height="300" width="295"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture creeps me out, but I'm digging the fishbowl full of flowers. Seems expensive though since there are seemingly 1,305 flowers in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.theknot.com/blogs/stylefile/AmandaMatt436.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't a centerpiece, but I need this idea to be incorporated somehow!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to use Perrier bottles to put flowers in. The bottle's opening isn't very wide (maybe two or three flowers could fit), but the green is so perfect! I could have that in the middle, with bud vases of the reddish-orange flower surrounding the Perrier bottle in a circle? Amanda suggested going to look at Cost Plus World Market for some wider mouthed bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://wiki-land.wikispaces.com/file/view/perrier.jpg" height="475" width="202" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3848308665_6ce844a410.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so my mom and I really want to spice up the steps and the red ledge with something. Maybe we could line it with some simple Perrier bottles and bud vases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Amanda is a genius. Her idea: put a couple tulips in the bottles and hang them from the chairs on the aisles. So good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-957879504785023160?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/957879504785023160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/floral-disaster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/957879504785023160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/957879504785023160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/floral-disaster.html' title='Floral disaster'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3848308665_6ce844a410_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8766162717858812403</id><published>2009-08-18T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:01:34.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crepes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><title type='text'>Bless my mother. And crepes.</title><content type='html'>Good news on the wedding front.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents met with the caterer today. Mom says she is "very nice." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More importantly (maybe) -- it turns out we can have a crepe station. And an Italian soda display. And blood orange juice!!!! And pretty much everything else we could think of. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basic brunch starts at $25/person, then goes up with add ons (generally around $8/person per food station). As far as I know, that doesn't include renting linens and all of that nonsense. Who knows what it will end up being. The caterer says she'll send a price breakdown in the next couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is ... crepes! My dream will come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8766162717858812403?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8766162717858812403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/bless-my-mother-and-crepes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8766162717858812403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8766162717858812403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/bless-my-mother-and-crepes.html' title='Bless my mother. And crepes.'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2808364401224681601</id><published>2009-08-14T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:02:21.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eco-friendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9spotmonk'/><title type='text'>My dream invites</title><content type='html'>I was going to make another invite inspiration board, but these deserve their own post (because getting a post on my blog is such an honor).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scooped these up from the &lt;a href="http://www.papershopink.com/blog.html"&gt;Paper Shop Ink blog&lt;/a&gt;, where the designer,  &lt;a href="http://www.9spotmonk.com/"&gt;9spotmonk&lt;/a&gt;, made a sneak peak post. Unfortunately, 9spotmonk's Web site says it hasn't launched its wedding invitation line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the post, the invites are printed on 100 percent recycled chipboard, and the envelopes are 100 percent cotton. Stunning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-6-728104.png" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-8-723278.png" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-7-720285.png" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;View bigger verisons (the detail is amazing!) &lt;a href="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-6-729881.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-8-724488.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.papershopink.com/uploaded_images/Picture-7-722019.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly ... I don't even need to view the pricing to know these are going to be expensive. But seriously, how freaking beautiful/cool/awesome are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2808364401224681601?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2808364401224681601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream-invites.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2808364401224681601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2808364401224681601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream-invites.html' title='My dream invites'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-2484165646795595521</id><published>2009-08-13T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:02:34.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I found my inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVPsn55EbDU/SYo-bI-3veI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Gs_Zl2xybw/s400/bloodorange1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.svgopen.org/2005/papers/Prasad_Abstract_R2V4SVG/lime.JPG" border="2" height="295" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.la.cityzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/800px-pomegranate_close_up.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2260527943_a979839986.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.beliefnet.com/~/media/C5B45D9714E0475A8CAA19D01D096587.ashx?w=333&amp;amp;h=250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.womansday.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/wd2/content/food/what-s-in-season-grapefruit/257535-1-eng-US/What-s-In-Season-Grapefruit_full_article_vertical.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-2484165646795595521?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2484165646795595521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-my-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2484165646795595521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/2484165646795595521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-my-inspiration.html' title='I found my inspiration'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVPsn55EbDU/SYo-bI-3veI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6Gs_Zl2xybw/s72-c/bloodorange1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8395198340768364226</id><published>2009-08-13T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:03:10.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy.com'/><title type='text'>Save the dates from Etsy.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3818408357_33b7a43ca6.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29193226&amp;amp;ref=cat2_gallery_11"&gt;Winifred Studios&lt;/a&gt; $80 for 40 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28714600&amp;amp;ref=cat2_gallery_11"&gt;P.S. Paper Goods&lt;/a&gt; $1.25 for 1 set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22370342"&gt;Baumbirdy&lt;/a&gt; $2.50 for 1 set (these card is a shimmering silver)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28585095&amp;amp;ref=cat2_gallery_21"&gt;Mprints&lt;/a&gt; $90 for 50 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18145045"&gt;Invited Ink&lt;/a&gt; $359 for 100 sets (the text is letterpressed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27110640&amp;amp;ref=cat2_gallery_8"&gt;Dawn Correspondence&lt;/a&gt; $30 for 20 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15877332&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_15&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=save+the+date+circle&amp;amp;ga_search_type=category&amp;amp;category=weddings&amp;amp;ga_page=3&amp;amp;order=&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;April Ink Stationary&lt;/a&gt; $45 for 25 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, save the dates: &lt;b&gt;cute and practical&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;time and money waster&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8395198340768364226?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8395198340768364226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-dates.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8395198340768364226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8395198340768364226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-dates.html' title='Save the dates from Etsy.com'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3426/3818408357_33b7a43ca6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-306573439654496066</id><published>2009-08-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:03:48.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><title type='text'>Why I'm in a bad mood, part 56</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just feel lost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow marks the end of week two of our engagement. For two weeks, I’ve been scanning over checklists, browsing the Internet and flipping through magazines. (A measly two weeks is 1/17th of our 8.5 month-long engagement.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;According to all these resources, the first step in planning a wedding is establishing a vision—the scope, the décor, the general theme backing your wedding. I thought I had figured that out, but all of my ideas are crumbling and I’m not quite sure where to start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I know is that I want our wedding to be different. We are not the usual 20-somethings and we want the wedding to speak to that. We want bikes, simplicity, fun. I want a short dress with pointy pumps. We want Yo La Tengo, M. Ward, Built to Spill. I want my pup to be a guest of honor. We don’t want unnecessary frills or nonsense just because that’s “how it’s done.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see weddings like &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/08/weddings-ainjil-and-chris.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/05/wedding-bells-a-shop-horne-wedding.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from Design*Sponge, and wonder how people simply get their shit together to have such beautiful cohesion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How am I supposed to coordinate an event when I can’t even decide on my colors?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-306573439654496066?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/306573439654496066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-im-in-bad-mood-part-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/306573439654496066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/306573439654496066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-im-in-bad-mood-part-56.html' title='Why I&apos;m in a bad mood, part 56'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8709371210214224670</id><published>2009-08-12T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:03:58.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no chocolate'/><title type='text'>Hear ye, hear ye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am hereby declaring that there will be no chocolate at my wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8709371210214224670?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8709371210214224670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hear-ye-hear-ye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8709371210214224670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8709371210214224670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye, hear ye'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-585128205025760507</id><published>2009-08-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:04:23.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crepes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian sodas'/><title type='text'>Statutory Crepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While driving to work this morning, I came up with a glorious idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those who know me well have come to deal with my hatred for coffee and tea products. I have never liked them and have never will. Surprisingly, I love coffee shops. But I obviously had to find a quick alternative to the quadruple shot Americano iced skinny frappuccino with a half order of whip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That alternative is the Italian soda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been obsessed with Italian sodas for as long as I can remember. There are just about a billion flavors — blood orange!!!, banana, almond, guava, peach, vanilla, mandarin, etc. — including a tasty variety of sugar-free products.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those poor souls who have never had an Italian soda … well, the recipe is fairly simple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;First, pour a glass of sparkling water, like San Pellegrino, over some ice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31aIWeSoK6L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, add a generous amount of your favorite flavor of syrup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nicholascoffee.com/images/products04.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, add some half and half and maybe even whipped cream. (Optional)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hostedmedia.reimanpub.com/TOH/Images/Photos/37/exps30119_SD1194782_D11A.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would love to have an Italian soda station set up at the wedding. I feel like this has a ton of potential to be really cute and bad ass. If we had a table with a ton of supplies, set up cutely with some pour spouts on the syrups … oh man I am getting goosebumps, I’m so thrilled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I just have to find some syrup for cheaper than $8 a bottle. Maybe I can find a wholesale place?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Station idea No. 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only things I love more than Italian sodas are crepes. Sweet crepes, savory crepes, big crepes, small crepes … give them all to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe my fascination with crepes started a year or two ago, when I visited San Francisco with my BFF Amanda and this other weird guy who I don’t even know, Eric. In fact, the meal was probably the best in my life and I will forever remember &lt;a href="http://www.crepevine.com/"&gt;The Crepe Vine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My caterer, Santa Barbara Catering Company, offers a French toast station, but I am going to try to finagle a crepe station instead. Just think of all the toppings we could have: berries of all kinds, caramelized bananas, nutella, mascarpone, cream cheese, yogurt, chocolate, peanut butter, whatever … sigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crepes are great because people can truly personalize them and fill them with whatever tasty combination they want. (Once, I made a banana cream pie crepe with banana pudding and vanilla wafers. Best decision I’ve ever made.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a personal note, I plan on opening up a crepe cafe at some point in my life. It needs to happen. Josiah and I already came up with some amazing names like Statutory Crepe (his idea). So thankful to be marrying such a punny man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-585128205025760507?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/585128205025760507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/statutory-crepe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/585128205025760507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/585128205025760507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/statutory-crepe.html' title='Statutory Crepe'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-7803016086002047488</id><published>2009-08-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:04:39.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Stripes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I figured I'd take a break from the hard-hitting, too long posts and start my first of many visual entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough text ... I love stripes. I love cake. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brides.com/images/editorial/2008_brides/Americascakes/00_main/022_primary.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.brides.com/images/editorial/2004_brides/11_12_p055_customconfections/00_main/004_primary.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brides.com/images/editorial/2004_elegantbride/09_fall_p072_freshtakeoncakes/00_main/002_primary.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.brides.com/images/editorial/2004_brides/11_12_p055_customconfections/00_main/003_primary.jpg" border="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.theknot.com/ImageStage/Objects/0003/0045648/large_image.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.theknot.com/ImageStage/Objects/0003/0032478/large_image.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.theknot.com/ImageStage/Objects/0003/0029165/large_image.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My expert opinion:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rolled fondant is my favorite (the first and the last pictures). I also like the idea of having both vertical and horizontal stripes, though that cake looks like a stack of oversized sugar cubes ready for a middle school pyramid project. I would really love to rip the floppy bows off of the brown/white cake, but I am a big fan of the varying stripe size and how the stripes are actually ... in the fondant. I have no idea how cake making works, so that's the best description I could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-7803016086002047488?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7803016086002047488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/stripes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7803016086002047488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/7803016086002047488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/stripes.html' title='Stripes!'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-8097252397354833652</id><published>2009-08-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:05:22.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe Center for the Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requirements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not golf courses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix Art Museum'/><title type='text'>Too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've already been slacking on my blog posts. I blame it on having a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway ... time for today's lunch-time update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'M NOT STRESSED ANYMORE! Well, not actually, but mostly because ... we found a place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had some very important wedding venue requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Not a golf course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Somewhat non-traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Not ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Available for brunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I figured it would not be too terribly difficult to find this. I underestimated the fugly factor of Phoenix though, especially while comparing the venues to my dream wedding destination: the Broadmoor Resort in Colorado Springs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I pseudo-grew up in Colorado Springs. When I was five, my dad (a former Air Force pilot) was whisked away for a year to a glorious South Korea base. Naturally, bringing your family was not recommended. My mom and I moved to Colorado and lived with my grandparents for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To say the least, I have fond memories of Colorado. My grandparents lived at the base of Cheyenne Mountain, about a two-minute walk from the Broadmoor. Every day, my papa would take me there and we would go ice skating. I grew up watching the most beautiful weddings in the world as we walked around the resort's lake. When I was five, I couldn't even fathom wearing a dress (I was content in my oversized neon Esprit shirt and spandex shorts), but I knew that the lakeside weddings were absolutely perfect. Whenever I go to Colorado (a couple times a year), I make sure to spend a lot of time at the Broadmoor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.broadmoor.com/images/interior/mastheads/wedding-walk.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newconceptphotography.com/broadmoor/broadmoor26.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newconceptphotography.com/broadmoor/broadmoor11.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newconceptphotography.com/broadmoor/broadmoor22.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newconceptphotography.com/broadmoor/broadmoor10.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photos by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newconceptphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;New Concept Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Unfortunately Arizona just doesn't have a beautiful backdrop of nature. Even though I've known this for a long time, I was especially reminded once looking for a venue to host my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's a brief rundown of what I came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Phoenix Art Museum, Phoenix, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A disclaimer: I'm not an art person. I spent a summer in Italy--Florence to be exact, supposedly the art center of the world?--and stepped foot in about three museums. I'm sorry! I just can't appreciate art like I know I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In any case, I've been in love with the museum as a ceremony/reception site ever since I found it a few months ago. It's absolutely gorgeous, but in a hip kind of way. I had thought of it after reading online that non-traditional sites like museums may be cheaper and more willing to bargain prices since weddings aren't their main money maker. Sigh, if only this was the case. Not only was PAM booked solid (with the exception of a few Friday/Sunday openings), but it was also ... wait for it ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;$5,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just to rent. Moving along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.elegala.com/photos/28103/PhoenixArtMuseum-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Sophisticated, bad ass, beautiful, filled with stuff to do (if you're into art), perfect outdoor setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; My father going broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hotel Valley Ho, Scottsdale, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had never actually been to the Valley Ho before we met with their wedding coordinator, Dawn Peterson, on Saturday. My first impression of the place was swanky but relaxed. The Ho is definitely cool -- it's been around for a really, really long time and recently underwent $82 million in renovations. The property is simply cool (there's really no other word for it). My mom said it reminded her of a hip hangout in the '60s. The colors are bold and patterns splash the walls and carpets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The courtyard where we'd have the wedding was pretty enough. It's a grassy area surrounded by palm trees. But the backdrop put me off--old (albeit cool and funky) hotel rooms. I can only imagine some bratty, still-drunk Scottsdale idiot puking off the side of the balcony during my beautiful mid-morning ceremony. No thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The reception rooms were too receptiony. I specifically wanted an outdoor wedding so I wouldn't be surrounded by drab walls and ugly carpet. They did have an outdoor area for receptions, on the Ho's tower rooftop, which has a 360-degree view of Phoenix (it was incredible!). Unfortunately it only sat around 100 and our party will be more around 150.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sergiophotographer.com/BLOG/abbiebrianwedding/26.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sergiophotographer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sergio Photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hotelvalleyho.com/photos/Wedding.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; funky retro feel that speaks to Josiah and I, plenty of good photo opportunities, reasonable rental price ($2,000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; limited availability, not impressed with the reception areas, high food/beverage minimum ($7,500, which would be too much for our brunch idea), a hotel and, consequently, nothing special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Farm at South Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A few years ago, Josiah dragged me to one of many weddings of his friends. This one in particular, Mike and Robin's, has stuck out to me over the years. My heart instantly melted when I stepped foot onto the dirt path leading up to the pecan grove. The Farm is just ... different. Sometimes I forget I'm in Arizona when I sit at the splintered picnic tables while eating lots of baked goods. I love it there and have imagined getting married here ever since attending Mike and Robin's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asareevents.com/Canopy.JPG" border="2" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mindyspaperplay.com/sitebuilder/images/FL000003-459x293.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; the best outdoor feel I've found, only $1,200 to rent, limited availability, represents Josiah and I well, Santa Barbara catering, which has an awesome/not super exepsnive brunch menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; possibly too outdoorsy, heels sink into the grass, a fairly typical indie wedding spot, definitely prettier at night than in morning, may get too hot by end of reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tempe Center for the Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A fellow engaged lady Tiffany recommended this spot, noting that she was interested in getting married there, but it wasn't big enough to accommodate her 225 guests. Though I've hung out at TCA and ridden past it hundreds of times, I hadn't even thought of holding a wedding there. So, so glad she suggested it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The arts center is literally brand new and sits on the edge of Tempe Town Lake. It has an art gallery and performance space. In general, TCA seems pretty typical but its architecture and design is totally fun and interesting. The outside features a negative edge pool that seems to disappear into the lake. The whole part of the building that faces the water is glass and it's overwhelmingly beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Turns out, TCA doesn't actually do many weddings, and the ones they have booked are in the evening. The woman actually said we could choose whenever we wanted. How. Awesome. Is. That. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The ceremony would be held on the outdoor patio that fades into the negative edge pool. The reception would be indoors in a really unconventional "ballroom." The room is an extension and juts out over the pool, and the walls are 100 percent glass. It's cool as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3307611488_35b0205bed.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;View the whole wedding set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/setherickson/sets/72157614314912651/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3809186510_7f8f875752.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3808370679_9a9cb67d99.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A few pictures I took for my photojournalism class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Awesome architecture, good photo opporunities, location (downtown Tempe) that means something to Josiah and I, low rental cost of $1,600, coolest indoor reception yet, nice backdrop of the Tempe Town Lake, Santa Barbara Catering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Possibly too modern, indoor reception, less structure and help considering it isn't typically a wedding venue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When all was said and done, it was down to The Farm and the Tempe Center for the Arts. They both represented us in completely different ways. The Farm is a beautiful escape from the Phoenix norm. It's outdoorsy and rustic. TCA is hip and modern, perfect for two 20-somethings to tie the knot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My parents both liked TCA better, and Josiah and I do too. While I love the rustic feel of The Farm, I think it may be just a little too much. Plus, I'm scared of my heels getting stuck in the dirt and me falling (which basically happened when I was a wedding guest). Being able to pick our date at TCA was a huge selling point. Tempe was our home for many years and really represents our relationship as we have five years' worth of memories there. Plus, the indie hipster in me likes that I'll be getting married in a truly unique and "underground," as my mom says, place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-8097252397354833652?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8097252397354833652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-already-been-slacking-on-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8097252397354833652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/8097252397354833652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-already-been-slacking-on-my-blog.html' title='Too long'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3307611488_35b0205bed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-6319708566358690425</id><published>2009-08-05T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:06:47.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>January 15, 2098</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celeste: "I am already hateful of this process."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bethany: "You've been engaged for four days. Suck it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a worrywart. It is true that I became engaged on Friday night and I am already stressed out. The wedding may very well be tomorrow, not April. I have already managed to annoy those around me, make my mother angry and persuade Josiah to rethink his decision to marry me, let alone be around me for 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is the first dilemma of the too many to come: our desired timeframe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see, Josiah and I have been together for a long time. We didn't want to have a super long engagement, because by that time Josiah will be really old. I know there's nothing wrong with being engaged for a year or more, but we just want to get it over with. We've been waiting for a long time, so we see no reason to prolong it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we picked April. I've always dreamed of a brunch wedding (our favorite meal), with a crepe station and fresh blood oranges cut into fancy shapes (neither of these will happen). Still, though, we like waffles. April mornings are perfect in Arizona -- 70s with a zero percent chance of showers. Can't get better than that for an outside wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently everyone else has the same idea because places are ... not really available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Josiah was convinced that a wedding would only take three weeks to plan. We argued about it even before we got engaged. My mom has always said a year was the length needed to properly plan. I told her she didn't have the Internet back in the day and I could surely cut that down. I am confident I could get everything else ready in 8.5 months, but I can't really change the unavailability of venues in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've already had dramatic conversations with anyone and everyone who will listen to me (mother, Josiah, Bethany, Erica and Amanda). As of yesterday--my second day of searching--I had resigned myself to having our wedding in my parents' backyard amidst a lot of dog poop. I would invite 10 people and feel sorry for myself. Mom says I was being "doom and gloom," which has been a common phrase since Friday night. Not anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it turns out pretty much all of the venues I've looked at have had one Saturday available each, either in late March or April. That's good news, kind of. I'm happy that places are available but it scares me that there is only one date at each. Just today a place e-mailed me saying someone had secured a Saturday at lunch. I need to be quick and agile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have some appointments set up for this weekend to look at a couple places, then one next week. Hopefully they go well and stay available until I can go look at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will feel much better knowing that we have a place secured and I can leave my parents' backyard to Cheyanne and Aldo, our cute poopers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also: Hilarious excerpt from an e-mail I just received:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We have availability on January15th, 2110 to host your wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wow. That was the exact date I was looking for! Gotta love that font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-6319708566358690425?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6319708566358690425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/january-15-2098.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6319708566358690425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/6319708566358690425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/january-15-2098.html' title='January 15, 2098'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710305998106435813.post-3290131194544485026</id><published>2009-08-04T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:08:02.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2004'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>I remember a summer's day...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting married. Not sure when. Not sure where. Not sure to who. Just kidding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josiah and I "met" in January of 2002. I was 14 and he was an older man of 16. He had black, plastic-rimmed glasses and wore black band T-shirts, just like me. I knew we were perfect for each other. I would see him in the halls of Millennium High School with his emo friends. Truth be told, I was his emo princess. He says my "Cheer Up Emo Kid" backpack patch "spoke to him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years passed and I had yet to say a word to him (barring when I interviewed him for the school paper). I continued being really girly, walking certain ways to class because I knew his friends hung out by the vending machines (so cool). I drew a heart around his junior year picture in the yearbook. I awkwardly sneaked around Blockbuster when I saw him walk in, only to run to the corner and call my best friend Megan. Looking back, I'm somewhat embarrassed, but not really. I'd probably act the same now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October of 2004, I received an unexpected instant message from my recently ex-boyfriend/good friend Zack. Our AIM exchange went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So I went to a Mt. Eerie concert and saw Josiah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..." (me being nervous over the Internet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, I told him you were in love with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"bad words!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He said he was interested in you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hate you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering Zack hadn't spoken with me for a couple months after I broke his heart (kidding about breaking the heart, not about the silent treatment), I thought he was just being a jerk. Turns out, for the first time ever, he wasn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some gutsy contact via Livejournal, Josiah and I started e-mailing ... then phone conversing ... then meeting at Barnes and Noble on the fateful Wednesday evening of Nov. 3, 2004. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we're getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about damn time. (Thanks Zack.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710305998106435813-3290131194544485026?l=moblogomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3290131194544485026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-summers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3290131194544485026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710305998106435813/posts/default/3290131194544485026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moblogomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-summers-day.html' title='I remember a summer&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Celeste Sepessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15478022096590089850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
