tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42139359756251970922011-04-21T11:33:26.058-07:00Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213935975625197092.post-91682574536394486312008-04-29T10:26:00.001-07:002008-04-29T10:31:42.721-07:00This kid is amazing. <br /><br />Immediately following the engagement she bought a binder and went to town ripping and tearing pictures, making lists and all around task mastering. She is a whirlwind of ideas and babbling brook of wedding discussion. What fun she's having. To date I have this information:<br /><br /><ul><li>Date: July 4, 2009 (He's in the military, it's very appropriate for them)</li><li>Colors: navy and ivory</li><li>Maid of honor: close cousin Em</li><li>Bridesmaids: too many to mention, some of whom don't get along. This won't be pretty unless they can pull themselves together.</li><li>Gown shopping: DONE! The bride and I had a blast shopping and she found a gown, for...get this...$95</li><li>Date change: July 11, 2009 (He's afraid he can't get the week off because he doesn't have seniority)</li><li>Color change: stone and ivory (So that his military dress blues stand out amongst the crowd)</li><li>Maid of honor: still Em</li><li>Bridesmaids: still fighting</li><li>Flowers: calalillies (Same as what I chose long ago)</li><li>Smiling still? You bet.</li></ul><p>More another time...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213935975625197092-9168257453639448631?l=weareplanningawedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213935975625197092.post-50027906571177427162008-03-27T05:01:00.001-07:002008-03-27T05:05:25.767-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0tL0vWtLEk/R-uNXPBB6TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pFp9F07mP14/s1600-h/DSCF0092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182391226527246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0tL0vWtLEk/R-uNXPBB6TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pFp9F07mP14/s320/DSCF0092.JPG" border="0" /></a> Am I really old enough to be mother of the bride? <em>SH** !</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213935975625197092-5002790657117742716?l=weareplanningawedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213935975625197092.post-40131136890623481712008-03-27T04:52:00.000-07:002008-03-27T04:58:02.339-07:00....from my daughter who had traveled to Florida to visit her military boyfriend of almost four years. The text read:<br /><br /> <strong>MOM, **** JUST PROPOSED TO ME!</strong><br /><br />If that doesn't startle a woman awake nothing does. She's eighteen, will graduate in June and is following in mother's exact footsteps. Hold on tight, we're in for quite a ride.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182388374668962082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0tL0vWtLEk/R-uKxPBB6SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/df3LJFMmNE8/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4213935975625197092-4013113689062348171?l=weareplanningawedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tam I Amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00160094029840067295noreply@blogger.com0