Category Archives: FAIL-proof planning

My BiSC-tory (Like History, Only Better)

This is likely the first of a few posts about the weekend. I have so many things to say, but I’m the actual busiest ever right now – I have three Annual General Meetings for my Councils in the next 2 weeks at work, and at school I have an exam and 3 papers due this week alone.

That being said, I hope I can recap Bloggers in Sin City (#BiSC) in all its gloriousness. I hope I can properly explain that this year was the actual best year I’ve been to #BiSC and that I felt love, so much love, the entire weekend.

But first, some back story: my BiSC-tory! Continue reading →

Turn Left at the Alter

So lately I’ve been thinking about weddings a lot. No, I’m not getting married but one of my baby sisters is. SL got engaged a month ago and already has the church, the reception hall, the bridesmaids dresses and yes, the wedding gown.

Anyhow, I was talking with a couple of friends about it and Boobie McGee says: “I really haven’t thought about my wedding too much except…” and goes on to talk about how many bridesmaids she’ll have, the colors, the centerpieces, the location, pretty much everything except for who the groom will be.

My mom loves weddings. Not like “hey neat-o I can help plan a bit” but more like she’s taking a three part, 12 week cake decorating class so she can make the cupcakes for the wedding. She has ordered a bazillion yards of organza to make pew-bows and centre-pieces and chair-slips and ninja-ties or something.

I have been to approximately 789,000 weddings in my life. I used to work at a hoity-toity (shuddup spell check) private members-only, your-first-born-son-must-be-given-up-as-payment-club so there were weddings there practically every weekend. Plus my friends seem to enjoy getting married apparently.

I’m going to start feeling like that chick with the 27 bridesmaids dresses and no man pretty soon.

This post is all over the map. It’s a wedding map but good lord, where was I going with this?

Oh right, I think when/if I ever get married I’m going to send invitations that say: “Come party in (insert awesome vacation spot here)”.

Planning? Done.

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