tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47683960325301473392024-03-14T06:00:56.219-04:00Miss Pug's Pawfect WeddingCounting down to my March 20 black and white and pug all over wedding in Indiana!Pug(s) and Bugghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07735973924963064707noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-61829561364011215932010-12-20T22:30:00.002-05:002010-12-20T22:35:44.991-05:00Afterparty Update!Hi again everyone! It's me! I'm sure I have a few forgotten friends who have this blog in their readers. Well, I finally updated everyone on our wedding's after-party!<br /><br />If you want to check out the photos and brief recap, I <a href="http://kjpugs.com/2010/12/nine-months-yo/">posted it on my new blog for our nine month anniversary</a> today!<br /><br />I hope you all will come visit if you haven't recently! And I'm sorry that it's taken me this long to recap. I touched on that in the post as well.<br /><br />Much love to mah peeps!!!kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-43796095380980005152010-08-19T20:29:00.013-04:002010-08-19T21:19:04.335-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: The Reception Ends...<p>After the toasts, it was time for Mr Pug and I to eat our cake! All we could do was share a cupcake, we were so full!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UOYSEGpI/AAAAAAAABTs/91QjJq_zFbU/s1600/2169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UOYSEGpI/AAAAAAAABTs/91QjJq_zFbU/s400/2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507291262845459090" border="0" /></a><p>We politely fed each other... we aren't into the whole cake-smashing thing.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UNwj7-iI/AAAAAAAABTk/gl0tMhkXS0o/s1600/2171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UNwj7-iI/AAAAAAAABTk/gl0tMhkXS0o/s400/2171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507291252183005730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UNebVISI/AAAAAAAABTc/Z7AzCt-hL2Q/s1600/2172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3UNebVISI/AAAAAAAABTc/Z7AzCt-hL2Q/s400/2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507291247315067170" border="0" /></a><p>And that was it. That's the least red velvet I've ever purposely ate. I normally would not leave so much left over, but we were stuffed from all the AMAZING food!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Tb4ZDZOI/AAAAAAAABTU/bMDu8hwWAac/s1600/2175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Tb4ZDZOI/AAAAAAAABTU/bMDu8hwWAac/s400/2175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507290395291378914" border="0" /></a><p>Then, Mr P's Aunt S wanted to say a few words.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3TbOrVpWI/AAAAAAAABTM/tsmLrfhv96E/s1600/2177.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3TbOrVpWI/AAAAAAAABTM/tsmLrfhv96E/s400/2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507290384093783394" border="0" /></a><p>She talked about the first time she met me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3TajEVylI/AAAAAAAABTE/45yT7taT8KQ/s1600/2178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3TajEVylI/AAAAAAAABTE/45yT7taT8KQ/s400/2178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507290372387490386" border="0" /></a><p>I pinkie-swore on something, but I can't remember what!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3SojC47cI/AAAAAAAABS8/Wib4XuLbUHE/s1600/2180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3SojC47cI/AAAAAAAABS8/Wib4XuLbUHE/s400/2180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507289513387945410" border="0" /></a><p>She told everyone how she demanded Mr P NOT MESS THIS UP!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Sn1qW29I/AAAAAAAABS0/MAtv1J89kzY/s1600/2182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Sn1qW29I/AAAAAAAABS0/MAtv1J89kzY/s400/2182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507289501205453778" border="0" /></a><p>Her words were really sweet and unexpected.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3SnUCj2HI/AAAAAAAABSs/Y9QZGyqsinw/s1600/2184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3SnUCj2HI/AAAAAAAABSs/Y9QZGyqsinw/s400/2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507289492180162674" border="0" /></a><p>The best kind of surprise!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RzqKxsOI/AAAAAAAABSk/RjVPfIp9U4Q/s1600/2185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RzqKxsOI/AAAAAAAABSk/RjVPfIp9U4Q/s400/2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288604767006946" border="0" /></a><p>After, we got to take a picture with all of Mr P's family in Missouri. His only cousins are these 3 guys (with their wives - and girlfriend in the case of the one in pink - daughters, and parents Aunt T and Uncle P) and they all live in Missouri.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RzHPKtKI/AAAAAAAABSc/j57Hkrypff4/s1600/2191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RzHPKtKI/AAAAAAAABSc/j57Hkrypff4/s400/2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288595390182562" border="0" /></a></p><p>There are VERY few girls in Mr P's family, one per generation on his dad's side. These are paternal cousins so it was interesting that two of them had DAUGHTERS! They weren't in the formal pictures because the kids were getting fidgety, so we got the picture here.</p><p>Then, my MIL wanted to say a few words.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RxoR1cOI/AAAAAAAABSU/e5mRBYA__hk/s1600/2192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3RxoR1cOI/AAAAAAAABSU/e5mRBYA__hk/s400/2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288569900003554" border="0" /></a><p>This made Mr P nervous since she has, in the past, embarrassed him a bit at parties like this. I won't go into details...<br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QOQBcCRI/AAAAAAAABR0/U5oKEa9KOTI/s1600/2193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QOQBcCRI/AAAAAAAABR0/U5oKEa9KOTI/s400/2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507286862581729554" border="0" /></a><p>We had no idea she was going to talk so we were a little nervous.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QN5zaAQI/AAAAAAAABRs/mV_8f36L5bk/s1600/2195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QN5zaAQI/AAAAAAAABRs/mV_8f36L5bk/s400/2195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507286856617296130" border="0" /></a><p>Can you tell?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QNeo05hI/AAAAAAAABRk/WN6WUey137g/s1600/2197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3QNeo05hI/AAAAAAAABRk/WN6WUey137g/s400/2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507286849325164050" border="0" /></a><p>However, it ended up being very sweet and we were happy to hug it out!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OnrqHikI/AAAAAAAABRE/nMztKuFtRgc/s1600/2201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OnrqHikI/AAAAAAAABRE/nMztKuFtRgc/s400/2201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507285100473584194" border="0" /></a><p>This would be me telling her how nervous we were when she got up to talk!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OndzgtCI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Dp2h3ezj5G0/s1600/2205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OndzgtCI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Dp2h3ezj5G0/s400/2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507285096754885666" border="0" /></a><p>I also got to take a picture with my cousin M and Mr P's aunt T, who are both my sorority sisters, all from different chapters!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OmbYXuXI/AAAAAAAABQ0/rt9yIrW8gGo/s1600/2208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3OmbYXuXI/AAAAAAAABQ0/rt9yIrW8gGo/s400/2208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507285078924310898" border="0" /></a><p>Then came a great surprise... our photographer printed out a portfolio of some pictures from the day!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NxRTVyoI/AAAAAAAABQs/WWWbS3dU9kQ/s1600/2210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NxRTVyoI/AAAAAAAABQs/WWWbS3dU9kQ/s400/2210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507284165685791362" border="0" /></a><p>I looked over them with some family- this was such a great thing to end the reception with.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Nw8j2_rI/AAAAAAAABQk/OO0lGyP_XYY/s1600/2211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3Nw8j2_rI/AAAAAAAABQk/OO0lGyP_XYY/s400/2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507284160117931698" border="0" /></a><p>Everyone else really liked it too!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NwDBKvcI/AAAAAAAABQc/vlT9KsVND8c/s1600/2213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NwDBKvcI/AAAAAAAABQc/vlT9KsVND8c/s400/2213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507284144671604162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NDPLpkXI/AAAAAAAABQU/dpLPpNiIE9c/s1600/2217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NDPLpkXI/AAAAAAAABQU/dpLPpNiIE9c/s400/2217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507283374842679666" border="0" /></a><p>Our photographers were priceless. LOVE YOU ERIN AND JOHN! Check out <a href="http://www.erinhessionphotography.com/">Erin's new website</a>. She added a pet section... some of our pug pics are in there!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NCmvpOSI/AAAAAAAABQM/c0pQPEkM85A/s1600/2218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NCmvpOSI/AAAAAAAABQM/c0pQPEkM85A/s400/2218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507283363987798306" border="0" /></a><p>Our time at Buca had ended!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NCOKMAGI/AAAAAAAABQE/Nt2BCSFNX_o/s1600/2223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TG3NCOKMAGI/AAAAAAAABQE/Nt2BCSFNX_o/s400/2223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507283357388243042" border="0" /></a><p>I still have some candid guest photos to post though. AND... THE AFTER-PARTY PHOTOS! Including our HORRIBLY AWKWARD first dance, amazing sheet cakes, and a ton of keg stands. Don't forget about me just yet!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-33155799015046178412010-08-18T21:07:00.015-04:002010-08-18T22:32:40.898-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Toasts!<p>Ok, yes, it's been a full month.</p><p>I am sorry. I am just kind of over my wedding!</p><p>Yes, there I said it.</p><p>Sometimes it's a little hard to talk about it without focusing on what it should be, what we wish we could have offered our guests, and not meeting our own expectations.</p><p>Also, I'm really enjoying my new blog. I feel like it's a little healthier to move on, ya know? Focus on the here, the now, the good (and sometimes bad, but mostly good) going on presently.</p><p>In the meantime though, I have lots to share and will be better about finishing these recaps!</p><p>And now I give you... the toasts of the evening!</p><p>First up was Mr P's co-best man, A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQHr7hsoI/AAAAAAAABP8/1KR2utOfF7E/s1600/2071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQHr7hsoI/AAAAAAAABP8/1KR2utOfF7E/s400/2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506934906093154946" border="0" /></a><p>Poor A was nervous and a little shaky.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQG_joGEI/AAAAAAAABP0/dOx-ZaeuUUw/s1600/2072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQG_joGEI/AAAAAAAABP0/dOx-ZaeuUUw/s400/2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506934894181750850" border="0" /></a><p>Everyone was excited, clearly. Who wouldn't be nervous?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQGcZDF7I/AAAAAAAABPs/kro7HxwMCZA/s1600/2075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQGcZDF7I/AAAAAAAABPs/kro7HxwMCZA/s400/2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506934884742141874" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P put him at ease with his suaveness, though.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQF_U_c6I/AAAAAAAABPk/jUGIwKO9VgE/s1600/2079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyQF_U_c6I/AAAAAAAABPk/jUGIwKO9VgE/s400/2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506934876940497826" border="0" /></a><p>Best Man A talked about living with my hubby, good and bad.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPKw4dyKI/AAAAAAAABPc/8FzRa9mQ58g/s1600/2080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPKw4dyKI/AAAAAAAABPc/8FzRa9mQ58g/s400/2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506933859450472610" border="0" /></a><p>He also discussed meeting me. I met A the same night I met Mr P.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPKN5CrVI/AAAAAAAABPU/LxP5FoQduh4/s1600/2082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPKN5CrVI/AAAAAAAABPU/LxP5FoQduh4/s400/2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506933850057649490" border="0" /></a><p>He called me out a bit...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPJT06GvI/AAAAAAAABPM/lTW88r0K_mM/s1600/2086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyPJT06GvI/AAAAAAAABPM/lTW88r0K_mM/s400/2086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506933834471054066" border="0" /></a><p>...but mostly kept it sweet and clean.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOViqW5SI/AAAAAAAABPE/l3r0bRhXzhI/s1600/2089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOViqW5SI/AAAAAAAABPE/l3r0bRhXzhI/s400/2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506932945100137762" border="0" /></a><p>After, A and Mr P hugged it out.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOVImxOCI/AAAAAAAABO8/QYeyqoFZ5rg/s1600/2093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOVImxOCI/AAAAAAAABO8/QYeyqoFZ5rg/s400/2093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506932938105763874" border="0" /></a><p>And I got in on that too!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOUea9QfI/AAAAAAAABO0/LGls3sBGOwc/s1600/2095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyOUea9QfI/AAAAAAAABO0/LGls3sBGOwc/s400/2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506932926781932018" border="0" /></a><p>Up next, my sisters MOH M and MOH R did a co-toast.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNRhXL08I/AAAAAAAABOs/IGcs_HiIKOA/s1600/2096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNRhXL08I/AAAAAAAABOs/IGcs_HiIKOA/s400/2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506931776520180674" border="0" /></a><p>They went back and forth and told stories about growing up with me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNQwBQ2lI/AAAAAAAABOk/NBcfgaejYbo/s1600/2098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNQwBQ2lI/AAAAAAAABOk/NBcfgaejYbo/s400/2098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506931763274898002" border="0" /></a><p>They discussed how I was protective and cared about them fiercely.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNQUNoOvI/AAAAAAAABOc/naPYfyK3vCM/s1600/2103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyNQUNoOvI/AAAAAAAABOc/naPYfyK3vCM/s400/2103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506931755810568946" border="0" /></a><p>They told two stories, one that I remembered, and one that I did NOT. My apologies to the kid I beat up on the playground for looking at my sister the wrong way.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMYLdR3jI/AAAAAAAABOU/n_uCrfiay6c/s1600/2106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMYLdR3jI/AAAAAAAABOU/n_uCrfiay6c/s400/2106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506930791387618866" border="0" /></a><p>These two are wonderful, caring sisters. I couldn't imagine growing up without them.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMXbsbjhI/AAAAAAAABOM/b6g79GK_0WY/s1600/2109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMXbsbjhI/AAAAAAAABOM/b6g79GK_0WY/s400/2109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506930778566266386" border="0" /></a><p>(Here, it seems, I am pondering how I beat up little Jimmy Jones...)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMWhQIHrI/AAAAAAAABOE/owTjAK4eGBw/s1600/2110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyMWhQIHrI/AAAAAAAABOE/owTjAK4eGBw/s400/2110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506930762878295730" border="0" /></a><p>They ended by saying how glad they were I was there for them, and how glad they ARE that Mr P is now there for me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLhJFrVoI/AAAAAAAABN8/vHngR5kOib0/s1600/2111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLhJFrVoI/AAAAAAAABN8/vHngR5kOib0/s400/2111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506929845858948738" border="0" /></a><p>Throw in a few laughs...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLghHNcsI/AAAAAAAABN0/n1nITYX2Uho/s1600/2115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLghHNcsI/AAAAAAAABN0/n1nITYX2Uho/s400/2115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506929835127960258" border="0" /></a><p>Maybe a jab or two about how Mr P calmed me down...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLgI49AJI/AAAAAAAABNs/TbLsZHXCP58/s1600/2116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyLgI49AJI/AAAAAAAABNs/TbLsZHXCP58/s400/2116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506929828625711250" border="0" /></a><p>And we'll still hug it out too. I love these two!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKr1aANCI/AAAAAAAABNk/ZsQ9XoB254o/s1600/2120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKr1aANCI/AAAAAAAABNk/ZsQ9XoB254o/s400/2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506928930042426402" border="0" /></a><p>My mommers hugged them as well...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKrEoFttI/AAAAAAAABNc/fKuFDDKHV78/s1600/2121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKrEoFttI/AAAAAAAABNc/fKuFDDKHV78/s400/2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506928916948170450" border="0" /></a><p>And then shared a brief few words as well.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKqq91RwI/AAAAAAAABNU/rRFW4ODgGCA/s1600/2123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyKqq91RwI/AAAAAAAABNU/rRFW4ODgGCA/s400/2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506928910060046082" border="0" /></a><p>She mostly mirrored the sentiment that Mr P is awesome for having calmed me down and made me less... insane.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyJ4EmukqI/AAAAAAAABNE/v7q03pzsrYc/s1600/2124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyJ4EmukqI/AAAAAAAABNE/v7q03pzsrYc/s400/2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506928040769131170" border="0" /></a><p>When did this become a roast?!?!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyJ3dkiV9I/AAAAAAAABM8/xAl-8YYdO5U/s1600/2126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyJ3dkiV9I/AAAAAAAABM8/xAl-8YYdO5U/s400/2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506928030290958290" border="0" /></a><p>Mommers finished her short but sweet toast and then it was onto BEST MAN DAN. We call him "The Closer" because of his insane speaking abilities.</p><p>I won't lie... I was a little nervous.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyImWCooMI/AAAAAAAABMk/XGj4Qspsa88/s1600/2138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyImWCooMI/AAAAAAAABMk/XGj4Qspsa88/s400/2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506926636700311746" border="0" /></a><p>D started out talking about how he met Mr P in college.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyIoLBOpMI/AAAAAAAABM0/fQUxVuslJC4/s1600/2131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyIoLBOpMI/AAAAAAAABM0/fQUxVuslJC4/s400/2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506926668101362882" border="0" /></a><p>(Look at Mr P's stepmom laughing in the corner above and my sisters and M's boyfriend laughing below!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyIniV-FDI/AAAAAAAABMs/XmSbuFEFXbg/s1600/2132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyIniV-FDI/AAAAAAAABMs/XmSbuFEFXbg/s400/2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506926657182503986" border="0" /></a><p>D discussed their mutual love of pizza and "hanging out."</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHuHQuQxI/AAAAAAAABMc/oFiF-ZJwc34/s1600/2142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHuHQuQxI/AAAAAAAABMc/oFiF-ZJwc34/s400/2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506925670660195090" border="0" /></a><p>(And apparently, something victorious)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHtpnTdQI/AAAAAAAABMU/6zcFkHdQVXU/s1600/2143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHtpnTdQI/AAAAAAAABMU/6zcFkHdQVXU/s400/2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506925662701843714" border="0" /></a><p>He talked about his memories with Mr P...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHs_eE1rI/AAAAAAAABMM/9hK0lw1cNt4/s1600/2148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyHs_eE1rI/AAAAAAAABMM/9hK0lw1cNt4/s400/2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506925651388847794" border="0" /></a><p>Their crazy fraternity days and disgusting house...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG1PFe51I/AAAAAAAABME/cEO5OwdJnFY/s1600/2151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG1PFe51I/AAAAAAAABME/cEO5OwdJnFY/s400/2151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506924693507991378" border="0" /></a><p>D had everyone captivated.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG0zEIdfI/AAAAAAAABL8/4IHKMEXYav0/s1600/2153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG0zEIdfI/AAAAAAAABL8/4IHKMEXYav0/s400/2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506924685986133490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG0V43-HI/AAAAAAAABL0/XqOtzVqgQXE/s1600/2154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyG0V43-HI/AAAAAAAABL0/XqOtzVqgQXE/s400/2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506924678154287218" border="0" /></a><p>"And then I met Mrs Pug."</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGEx0phGI/AAAAAAAABLs/lPnBDAQn3Mk/s1600/2155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGEx0phGI/AAAAAAAABLs/lPnBDAQn3Mk/s400/2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506923861019034722" border="0" /></a><p>"Did you know she talks?"</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGEWstICI/AAAAAAAABLk/rpEgjx6szP8/s1600/2156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGEWstICI/AAAAAAAABLk/rpEgjx6szP8/s400/2156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506923853737959458" border="0" /></a><p>Cue an uproar of laughter at the obvious truth.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGD-Y7wRI/AAAAAAAABLc/1N7QUVbetDA/s1600/2157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyGD-Y7wRI/AAAAAAAABLc/1N7QUVbetDA/s400/2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506923847212581138" border="0" /></a><p>He ended his toast with great thoughts and best wishes, and we raised a glass.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFMcwumsI/AAAAAAAABLU/zgIggfiO2QI/s1600/2160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFMcwumsI/AAAAAAAABLU/zgIggfiO2QI/s400/2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506922893292772034" border="0" /></a><p>The boys hugged...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFL9SGsHI/AAAAAAAABLM/Lg5buvUmU-A/s1600/2161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFL9SGsHI/AAAAAAAABLM/Lg5buvUmU-A/s400/2161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506922884842827890" border="0" /></a><p>And, as awkwardly caught on camera, I gave Best Man Dan a hug as well.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFK26neNI/AAAAAAAABLE/LeVjfFv3LzQ/s1600/2162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TGyFK26neNI/AAAAAAAABLE/LeVjfFv3LzQ/s400/2162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506922865953831122" border="0" /></a><p>These toasts were one of the very best parts of the wedding, so they're a good thing to focus on here when I'm feeling kind of EH about weddings in general. They were a great memory and a wonderful tribute to our great relationships.</p><p>Next? A few... impromptu speeches? And awkward faces to boot!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-84809589537075303092010-07-18T22:17:00.015-04:002010-07-19T22:06:57.494-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Enjoying Buca<p>We walked into Buca di Beppo and were bombarded with photos! Woot!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_oI8srhI/AAAAAAAABK8/XRMZcX2ZnZI/s1600/1987.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_oI8srhI/AAAAAAAABK8/XRMZcX2ZnZI/s400/1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495446666639879698" border="0" /></a><p>My friendor Laura was there:</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_nZzYl7I/AAAAAAAABK0/CLt-lubqmho/s1600/1988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_nZzYl7I/AAAAAAAABK0/CLt-lubqmho/s400/1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495446653984348082" border="0" /></a><p>I swooned over her creations for forever. I still talk about those cupcakes (today, it was with my mom, discussing the cute M&M's on top.)</p><p>We settled into our table... I LOVE this pic.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_m2vAtgI/AAAAAAAABKs/C0bv_07PlYc/s1600/1992.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO_m2vAtgI/AAAAAAAABKs/C0bv_07PlYc/s400/1992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495446644570764802" border="0" /></a><p>Smoochies were had...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-0xg9uDI/AAAAAAAABKk/HReyiT07AHk/s1600/1993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-0xg9uDI/AAAAAAAABKk/HReyiT07AHk/s400/1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495445784176212018" border="0" /></a><p>MIL and her sister</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-0TWPwFI/AAAAAAAABKc/WhR1B3Q3Zbo/s1600/1994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-0TWPwFI/AAAAAAAABKc/WhR1B3Q3Zbo/s400/1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495445776078192722" border="0" /></a><p>BILS A & S (and A's then GF)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-z89DoaI/AAAAAAAABKU/enD4TpptkPI/s1600/1998.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-z89DoaI/AAAAAAAABKU/enD4TpptkPI/s400/1998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495445770066960802" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's BFF and Co-Best Man A and his GF, and our friend H (a former Colts cheerleader!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-Em0n1OI/AAAAAAAABKM/A4ai2-7zJXg/s1600/2001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-Em0n1OI/AAAAAAAABKM/A4ai2-7zJXg/s400/2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444956672152802" border="0" /></a><p>THE CAESAR SALAD THAT CHANGED MY LIFE...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-DRHROiI/AAAAAAAABKE/OwTkNOrSFms/s1600/2006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-DRHROiI/AAAAAAAABKE/OwTkNOrSFms/s400/2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444933664913954" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's childhood friend and groomsman Z...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-C0Z1e1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/EKVMD1f4tng/s1600/2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO-C0Z1e1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/EKVMD1f4tng/s400/2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444925958159186" border="0" /></a><p>Z's sister Lyd and her boyfriend A... again, two of my FAVE people in this world.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9Q9_8_DI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MwmddtI_HL8/s1600/2011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9Q9_8_DI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MwmddtI_HL8/s400/2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444069540494386" border="0" /></a><p>Best Man Dan and L. L recently got married (<a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/2010/07/03/wedding-thangss/">you can see the wedding deets here</a>) to the other best man (A)'s brother E, who was an usher. (Good luck with that association.)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9QUmyMaI/AAAAAAAABJs/zrCV4u3IZAI/s1600/2012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9QUmyMaI/AAAAAAAABJs/zrCV4u3IZAI/s400/2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444058429075874" border="0" /></a><p>P (H's boyfriend), bridesmaid H, and bridesmaid A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9P2SSVtI/AAAAAAAABJk/yA99CSyKWr8/s1600/2013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO9P2SSVtI/AAAAAAAABJk/yA99CSyKWr8/s400/2013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495444050290038482" border="0" /></a><p> Bridesmaid L lovin on the booze.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8kdgNwQI/AAAAAAAABJc/VubL9RydSjU/s1600/2014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8kdgNwQI/AAAAAAAABJc/VubL9RydSjU/s400/2014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495443304903196930" border="0" /></a><p>L and AP</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8jUTop5I/AAAAAAAABJU/xx6S_RDeenc/s1600/2016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8jUTop5I/AAAAAAAABJU/xx6S_RDeenc/s400/2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495443285254645650" border="0" /></a><p>Fit and my sister/MOH R</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8ixcfNvI/AAAAAAAABJM/sW81Kw-5Ut4/s1600/2017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO8ixcfNvI/AAAAAAAABJM/sW81Kw-5Ut4/s400/2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495443275896534770" border="0" /></a><p>Sis/MOH M and her boyfriend!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7woQ5RVI/AAAAAAAABJE/v13ESfjqLN0/s1600/2018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7woQ5RVI/AAAAAAAABJE/v13ESfjqLN0/s400/2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495442414438532434" border="0" /></a><p>B's cousin T and his girlfriend, C. They're holding T's brother's baby L!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7wNevsWI/AAAAAAAABI8/xrbOpm8sNZY/s1600/2021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7wNevsWI/AAAAAAAABI8/xrbOpm8sNZY/s400/2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495442407248867682" border="0" /></a><p>The other cousin-baby, A, with her momma!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7vqQOmLI/AAAAAAAABI0/ckObhZusKu4/s1600/2022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO7vqQOmLI/AAAAAAAABI0/ckObhZusKu4/s400/2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495442397792737458" border="0" /></a><p>A with her parents, momma K and Brian's cousin daddy K! They have two pugs, so we clearly approve of them.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO60x-AKRI/AAAAAAAABIs/8CLGZDqegp8/s1600/2024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO60x-AKRI/AAAAAAAABIs/8CLGZDqegp8/s400/2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495441386251495698" border="0" /></a><p>The third brother, P, with wife S and daughter L. LOVE!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO60U_IkXI/AAAAAAAABIk/-_MukMTXsQM/s1600/2026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO60U_IkXI/AAAAAAAABIk/-_MukMTXsQM/s400/2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495441378471612786" border="0" /></a><p>My cousin M and my Aunt J!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO6z8cuz_I/AAAAAAAABIc/NrERIHG0m7Y/s1600/2028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO6z8cuz_I/AAAAAAAABIc/NrERIHG0m7Y/s400/2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495441371884867570" border="0" /></a><p>Love the bokeh in this. The server was pourin' us DRANKS!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO56fpliqI/AAAAAAAABIU/7dqIxiRK_F8/s1600/2029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO56fpliqI/AAAAAAAABIU/7dqIxiRK_F8/s400/2029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495440384901614242" border="0" /></a><p>K with a very tired A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO55tgEANI/AAAAAAAABIM/d6qJmCfALxE/s1600/2037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO55tgEANI/AAAAAAAABIM/d6qJmCfALxE/s400/2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495440371439894738" border="0" /></a><p>Me and my cutie MOMMERS!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO55BjGgxI/AAAAAAAABIE/dg7U6MVLhRk/s1600/2038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO55BjGgxI/AAAAAAAABIE/dg7U6MVLhRk/s400/2038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495440359641482002" border="0" /></a><p>My girls drinking some wine!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4rjPBjQI/AAAAAAAABH8/XNXBMKo_gbM/s1600/2039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4rjPBjQI/AAAAAAAABH8/XNXBMKo_gbM/s400/2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495439028654279938" border="0" /></a><p>The whole table... basically these are all "my" guests. And I am so endlessly happy that each and every one of them made it. They made my wedding.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4qxB40NI/AAAAAAAABH0/g2vN7-hTV3w/s1600/2040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4qxB40NI/AAAAAAAABH0/g2vN7-hTV3w/s400/2040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495439015177408722" border="0" /></a><p>THE BFF4L PIC!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4qPGWtWI/AAAAAAAABHs/BVcZVt-lRXM/s1600/2041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO4qPGWtWI/AAAAAAAABHs/BVcZVt-lRXM/s400/2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495439006069339490" border="0" /></a><p>Erin did her stuff and got some great ring pics. Mine and Mr P's together...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO35Vn4V8I/AAAAAAAABHk/ChfsJIQ1wvE/s1600/2050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO35Vn4V8I/AAAAAAAABHk/ChfsJIQ1wvE/s400/2050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438166006978498" border="0" /></a><p>Wow... it doesn't look that sparkly right now...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO347Ah-3I/AAAAAAAABHc/J_Dc1bkuyns/s1600/2054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO347Ah-3I/AAAAAAAABHc/J_Dc1bkuyns/s400/2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438158862613362" border="0" /></a><p>The cake toppers (with plenty of cake residue!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO34CySAKI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ipz8uOa4ET8/s1600/2057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO34CySAKI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ipz8uOa4ET8/s400/2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438143770460322" border="0" /></a><p>Ring hats!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3OhrrMsI/AAAAAAAABHM/MaxZ3FDcG5Q/s1600/2060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3OhrrMsI/AAAAAAAABHM/MaxZ3FDcG5Q/s400/2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495437430509744834" border="0" /></a><p>Then... dinners arrived. I nearly died. It was perfect. Our food was amazing. MEATBALLS bigger than my pugs...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3NhRobZI/AAAAAAAABHE/m8qUvuVRiTU/s1600/2061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3NhRobZI/AAAAAAAABHE/m8qUvuVRiTU/s400/2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495437413220642194" border="0" /></a><p>Manicotti (that we didn't eat since by the time it came we said PLEASE GOD NO we are full!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3NKuzhLI/AAAAAAAABG8/VqAEjsgDG_E/s1600/2063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO3NKuzhLI/AAAAAAAABG8/VqAEjsgDG_E/s400/2063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495437407168988338" border="0" /></a><p>And lemon chicken!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2Yfv8Q0I/AAAAAAAABGk/5PdWwzSk0Wc/s1600/2070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2Yfv8Q0I/AAAAAAAABGk/5PdWwzSk0Wc/s400/2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495436502277833538" border="0" /></a><p>Everything was WONDERFUL. Someone came up with the great idea for us to do the Lady & The Tramp spaghetti scene.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2ZuFbTWI/AAAAAAAABG0/DwQiOuFKPow/s1600/2066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2ZuFbTWI/AAAAAAAABG0/DwQiOuFKPow/s400/2066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495436523305913698" border="0" /></a><p>Romantic AND tasty!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2Y8LYM7I/AAAAAAAABGs/GgLAsA9k1lM/s1600/2068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TEO2Y8LYM7I/AAAAAAAABGs/GgLAsA9k1lM/s400/2068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495436509909103538" border="0" /></a><p>Up next? TOASTS! They were wonderful and I can't wait to share them!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-65214422542325118272010-07-13T19:52:00.012-04:002010-07-13T20:50:41.161-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Buca-Bound!<p>Ok yes, I suck. But the draw of the easy Wordpress photo upload makes me loath the amount of time it takes me to do a wedding recap, heavy with photos. It's so time-intensive and hands-on! Booo blogger photo upload.</p><p>We left off with the completion of our formal portraits. At this point, my new hubby and I left for Buca with Best Man Dan. We parked in a garage downtown, and as you already know, hopped in a photobooth. Best moment of the whole wedding weekend... bliss at being married, happy to be goofy and just let go.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GdyrapJI/AAAAAAAABGc/QAfWn2wcrpc/s1600/11.BFFs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GdyrapJI/AAAAAAAABGc/QAfWn2wcrpc/s400/11.BFFs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493554229351720082" border="0" /></a><p>Meanwhile, <a href="http://www.erinhession.com/">Erin</a> was at Buca getting ready and taking pictures!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GdQKrmiI/AAAAAAAABGU/8ZXxOUyAgMA/s1600/1868.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GdQKrmiI/AAAAAAAABGU/8ZXxOUyAgMA/s400/1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493554220087613986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GcjDFy5I/AAAAAAAABGM/B_8hc5E680s/s1600/1874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0GcjDFy5I/AAAAAAAABGM/B_8hc5E680s/s400/1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493554207976180626" border="0" /></a><p>This was our room: (I die. LOVED it.)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0FzQ1lzqI/AAAAAAAABGE/Dld5hURkL2s/s1600/1875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0FzQ1lzqI/AAAAAAAABGE/Dld5hURkL2s/s400/1875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553498713083554" border="0" /></a><p></p><p>Laura, my friendor, was setting up the cake display.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Fy7_n-NI/AAAAAAAABF8/Ld5chij_ZYM/s1600/1879.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Fy7_n-NI/AAAAAAAABF8/Ld5chij_ZYM/s400/1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553493118023890" border="0" /></a><p>She made us some pug wedding cookies...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0FyHxF2-I/AAAAAAAABF0/5q-aFd9k7k0/s1600/1887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0FyHxF2-I/AAAAAAAABF0/5q-aFd9k7k0/s400/1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553479098424290" border="0" /></a><p>And she added our cake toppers that I made...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EfOS-ytI/AAAAAAAABFs/4nLaTtHX6lY/s1600/1888.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EfOS-ytI/AAAAAAAABFs/4nLaTtHX6lY/s400/1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493552054922037970" border="0" /></a><p>Our wait staff for the night prepared for the evening. I love this pic!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EehqKcsI/AAAAAAAABFk/AopL66v1NR0/s1600/1899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EehqKcsI/AAAAAAAABFk/AopL66v1NR0/s400/1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493552042939675330" border="0" /></a><p>And of course, I also loved the Italian/Jersey-ness of the room.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EdbuXBAI/AAAAAAAABFc/Y0zEdQHFbAE/s1600/1905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0EdbuXBAI/AAAAAAAABFc/Y0zEdQHFbAE/s400/1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493552024166794242" border="0" /></a><p>Cake topper close up:</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0CstufqlI/AAAAAAAABFU/CWX-Cq3BaoQ/s1600/1907.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0CstufqlI/AAAAAAAABFU/CWX-Cq3BaoQ/s400/1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493550087673981522" border="0" /></a><p>Buca wine:</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0CsDpfrpI/AAAAAAAABFM/WIGnw98ewks/s1600/1908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0CsDpfrpI/AAAAAAAABFM/WIGnw98ewks/s400/1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493550076378721938" border="0" /></a><p>Here are the cupcakes Laura made for us! I seriously was in awe of the awesomeness.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Crg_7AbI/AAAAAAAABFE/s4eyokoUL-g/s1600/1918.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Crg_7AbI/AAAAAAAABFE/s4eyokoUL-g/s400/1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493550067077546418" border="0" /></a><p>I asked her to do a black m&m on the white frosting to emulate the anemone flowers I had in my bouquet.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Bn4uTnlI/AAAAAAAABE8/lMZCI04z_1M/s1600/1921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Bn4uTnlI/AAAAAAAABE8/lMZCI04z_1M/s400/1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493548905215008338" border="0" /></a><p>Love the little pug tongue!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0BnXeH6BI/AAAAAAAABE0/fQr4VDBQhgU/s1600/1922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0BnXeH6BI/AAAAAAAABE0/fQr4VDBQhgU/s400/1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493548896288761874" border="0" /></a><p>Buca's wine are actually really good.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Bmi7bhdI/AAAAAAAABEs/vHeJNh1-atA/s1600/1923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Bmi7bhdI/AAAAAAAABEs/vHeJNh1-atA/s400/1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493548882184603090" border="0" /></a><p>At last, we approached!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AxHMtOWI/AAAAAAAABEk/jtpII7KF6Mw/s1600/1944.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AxHMtOWI/AAAAAAAABEk/jtpII7KF6Mw/s400/1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547964207806818" border="0" /></a><p>If you can, make these pictures bigger by clicking on them (sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't. So just try.) Below, Dan strikes a pose...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AwgXsNnI/AAAAAAAABEc/IIMXXelumfI/s1600/1949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AwgXsNnI/AAAAAAAABEc/IIMXXelumfI/s400/1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547953784895090" border="0" /></a><p>B and I posed in front of the restaurant for a while, using the great natural light.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Av7fOelI/AAAAAAAABEU/hxOACnvPImw/s1600/1951.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0Av7fOelI/AAAAAAAABEU/hxOACnvPImw/s400/1951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547943884388946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AFA1m-WI/AAAAAAAABEM/dC49xmyJ7Rg/s1600/1952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AFA1m-WI/AAAAAAAABEM/dC49xmyJ7Rg/s400/1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547206586071394" border="0" /></a><p></p><p>I love these next few!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AEoeNcrI/AAAAAAAABEE/sTke27C_ZR8/s1600/1959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AEoeNcrI/AAAAAAAABEE/sTke27C_ZR8/s400/1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547200045478578" border="0" /></a><p>We were hungry, but happy to pose for pictures before eating!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AD5w2cmI/AAAAAAAABD8/T0bNshtbiRY/s1600/1961.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TD0AD5w2cmI/AAAAAAAABD8/T0bNshtbiRY/s400/1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493547187507196514" border="0" /></a><p>MY FAVE!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-8vZnjyI/AAAAAAAABD0/a2Dly8WRXic/s1600/1965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-8vZnjyI/AAAAAAAABD0/a2Dly8WRXic/s400/1965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545964954685218" border="0" /></a><p>The Happy Newlyweds!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-8PaLfUI/AAAAAAAABDs/93tXvLub1Ik/s1600/1967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-8PaLfUI/AAAAAAAABDs/93tXvLub1Ik/s400/1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545956367105346" border="0" /></a><p>And what's a wedding without more fisheye?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-7eDN8EI/AAAAAAAABDk/ZqP_fZoUE3A/s1600/1978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz-7eDN8EI/AAAAAAAABDk/ZqP_fZoUE3A/s400/1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545943117459522" border="0" /></a><p>We were going for the Jersey gangsta look.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9k3kDS3I/AAAAAAAABDc/oOLCc_nZXkw/s1600/1979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9k3kDS3I/AAAAAAAABDc/oOLCc_nZXkw/s400/1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493544455317441394" border="0" /></a><p>Foot pop!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9kcDUnuI/AAAAAAAABDU/XGcgvrFfhwQ/s1600/1980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9kcDUnuI/AAAAAAAABDU/XGcgvrFfhwQ/s400/1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493544447932407522" border="0" /></a><p>And of course, a little smooch!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9jjSFLiI/AAAAAAAABDM/_KqQW-Q5qB0/s1600/1986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TDz9jjSFLiI/AAAAAAAABDM/_KqQW-Q5qB0/s400/1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493544432693489186" border="0" /></a><p>Honestly, I wish my dress was more bridal- people were looking at me like they were confused. But I couldn't find a white short dress! (Now, of course, they're everywhere!) But I still had a blast and FELT special.</p><p>Next up... our dinner guests arrive and enjoy!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-87970063119707995202010-06-28T19:54:00.021-04:002010-06-28T21:44:28.052-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Portraits and Pictures<p>After our time chowing down, the group went outside for portraits. First was the jumping wedding party picture. Best Man Dan took it quite seriously...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFl_-SnUI/AAAAAAAABDE/E31k6qtpSZc/s1600/1559.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFl_-SnUI/AAAAAAAABDE/E31k6qtpSZc/s400/1559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487994140057836866" border="0" /></a><p>First the failed attempt... we were all cracking up.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFA9gFlTI/AAAAAAAABC8/yESu_BSA4CE/s1600/1560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFA9gFlTI/AAAAAAAABC8/yESu_BSA4CE/s400/1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487993503739122994" border="0" /></a><p>The best one! Love it!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFAB3oqFI/AAAAAAAABC0/cLJGDuBMaxk/s1600/1561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClFAB3oqFI/AAAAAAAABC0/cLJGDuBMaxk/s400/1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487993487731763282" border="0" /></a><p>I look like I'm yelling bridezilla-style but really someone was taking pictures and I was obnoxiously waving hi to them.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClE_gzzZFI/AAAAAAAABCs/SppmODlQGm0/s1600/1562.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClE_gzzZFI/AAAAAAAABCs/SppmODlQGm0/s400/1562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487993478857319506" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P and I took some pictures together in infrared.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEf86QWdI/AAAAAAAABCk/4g-RIEZa37Y/s1600/1563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEf86QWdI/AAAAAAAABCk/4g-RIEZa37Y/s400/1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992936644762066" border="0" /></a><p>This one looks normal till you zoom in...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEfBg3-GI/AAAAAAAABCc/qsQ9xJ1k9h4/s1600/1565.2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEfBg3-GI/AAAAAAAABCc/qsQ9xJ1k9h4/s400/1565.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992920700614754" border="0" /></a><p>It's Best Man Dan crashing our photo shoot!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEeiXUt3I/AAAAAAAABCU/LNJWfIBh_Ko/s1600/1565.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEeiXUt3I/AAAAAAAABCU/LNJWfIBh_Ko/s400/1565.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992912339056498" border="0" /></a><p>This one is one of my faves.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClECXOpPlI/AAAAAAAABCM/W8wypWfoZ5w/s1600/1566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClECXOpPlI/AAAAAAAABCM/W8wypWfoZ5w/s400/1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992428313525842" border="0" /></a><p>And who doesn't love sepia?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEBhqu4_I/AAAAAAAABCE/RtLzil-Tiyw/s1600/1568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEBhqu4_I/AAAAAAAABCE/RtLzil-Tiyw/s400/1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992413935821810" border="0" /></a><p>Mr Pug went off to take pictures of him and his family with <a href="http://www.erinhession.com/">Erin</a>, our photographer. In the meantime I took some of my own... my fam plus my sister M's boyfriend!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEA0L0J8I/AAAAAAAABB8/6na8T6CyFTI/s1600/1569.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClEA0L0J8I/AAAAAAAABB8/6na8T6CyFTI/s400/1569.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487992401726547906" border="0" /></a><p>And who says a bride can't TAKE pictures? I used bridesmaid H's camera to take a picture for her...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDbqy4-ZI/AAAAAAAABB0/Y8tCWs6JvPM/s1600/1569.5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDbqy4-ZI/AAAAAAAABB0/Y8tCWs6JvPM/s400/1569.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991763550927250" border="0" /></a><p>I can't believe I took this pic! Aren't H and her boyfriend PRECIOUS?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDbK4F8RI/AAAAAAAABBs/10165zys-MM/s1600/1569.9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDbK4F8RI/AAAAAAAABBs/10165zys-MM/s400/1569.9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991754982813970" border="0" /></a><p>H and I are precious too...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDawm7y6I/AAAAAAAABBk/R0psSCy8vvw/s1600/1570.5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDawm7y6I/AAAAAAAABBk/R0psSCy8vvw/s400/1570.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991747931524002" border="0" /></a><p>Bridesmaid A showed off HER choice of footwear (she wore heels until this point. I LOVE her personal style being shown off for the evening-time though! She's so cute!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDAia5W7I/AAAAAAAABBc/PBdhZcxNTkM/s1600/1571.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDAia5W7I/AAAAAAAABBc/PBdhZcxNTkM/s400/1571.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991297446337458" border="0" /></a><p>Baby A wasn't so happy about pictures so she had to be taken home :(</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDAFt-jmI/AAAAAAAABBU/xPwwmAY0wq0/s1600/1571.5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClDAFt-jmI/AAAAAAAABBU/xPwwmAY0wq0/s400/1571.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991289741741666" border="0" /></a><p>After the initial photo-frenzy, the wedding party gals sat back and hung out while the portraits were taken.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClC_kVUbYI/AAAAAAAABBM/F1zmHl-Fhuk/s1600/1571.9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClC_kVUbYI/AAAAAAAABBM/F1zmHl-Fhuk/s400/1571.9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487991280779947394" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's portraits... first with his mom.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCDW6kZXI/AAAAAAAABA0/MD2FQtylWOg/s1600/1572.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCDW6kZXI/AAAAAAAABA0/MD2FQtylWOg/s400/1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487990246385935730" border="0" /></a><p>His mom's partner as well.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCC64IMaI/AAAAAAAABAs/aZMhV6uXcHU/s1600/1585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCC64IMaI/AAAAAAAABAs/aZMhV6uXcHU/s400/1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487990238859506082" border="0" /></a><p>And add his mom's partner's son! Her daughter J lives in DC and had newborn twins so she couldn't make it.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCCCRHcGI/AAAAAAAABAk/KcPDRxBPqbE/s1600/1602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCCCRHcGI/AAAAAAAABAk/KcPDRxBPqbE/s400/1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487990223663493218" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P and his Dad.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCBkP8W1I/AAAAAAAABAc/-ruwU7jQiFE/s1600/1614.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClCBkP8W1I/AAAAAAAABAc/-ruwU7jQiFE/s400/1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487990215605508946" border="0" /></a><p>And step-mom!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBGTFzv7I/AAAAAAAABAU/Gpm6WIPg1RI/s1600/1617.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBGTFzv7I/AAAAAAAABAU/Gpm6WIPg1RI/s400/1617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487989197387317170" border="0" /></a><p>I love these "sort of posed but also candid" pics.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBFwuuDbI/AAAAAAAABAM/cJg8QUi-3AA/s1600/1626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBFwuuDbI/AAAAAAAABAM/cJg8QUi-3AA/s400/1626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487989188163669426" border="0" /></a><p>Here's Mr P and his siblings and parents.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBFEwg5RI/AAAAAAAABAE/1oTq1Fe4Lvc/s1600/1633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClBFEwg5RI/AAAAAAAABAE/1oTq1Fe4Lvc/s400/1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487989176360035602" border="0" /></a><p>And then add the parents' significant others and kids! Well, sort of... his step-mom's two sons couldn't make it, and then I already told you about J.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAOzdYL5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/CRlP2kVSvBo/s1600/1640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAOzdYL5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/CRlP2kVSvBo/s400/1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487988244003434386" border="0" /></a><p>The sibling portraits... Mr Pug kept it awkward.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAOdEIrEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/R6xovUbM1nA/s1600/1645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAOdEIrEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/R6xovUbM1nA/s400/1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487988237991980098" border="0" /></a><p>J, S, Mr P, N, and A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAN9j8PJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Zx1mhfY1nE4/s1600/1647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TClAN9j8PJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Zx1mhfY1nE4/s400/1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487988229535448210" border="0" /></a><p>J is going to Spain for a year in August! S just started a new job today in Chicago! N is engaged and A just cleaned out our gutters like a good brother (well, we paid him.)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_XOcvcxI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8S3lcxKUXqw/s1600/1648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_XOcvcxI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8S3lcxKUXqw/s400/1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987289175847698" border="0" /></a><p>Ahh, a normal picture.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_Ws0_IhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/RQlPiKJF8xo/s1600/1653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_Ws0_IhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/RQlPiKJF8xo/s400/1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987280150733330" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P with his maternal Grandmother and Aunt.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_V7NbuMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/_Cc2_44MRvQ/s1600/1660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk_V7NbuMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/_Cc2_44MRvQ/s400/1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987266831497410" border="0" /></a><p>Him and his grandma.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk-QPrCFdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/7IBATO4z_1M/s1600/1662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk-QPrCFdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/7IBATO4z_1M/s400/1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487986069733512658" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's mom's side of the family.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk-PmCPXXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/O31Xwxri3O4/s1600/1673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk-PmCPXXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/O31Xwxri3O4/s400/1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487986058556562802" border="0" /></a><p>Then... it was MY turn! Me and my beautiful Mommers.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9c73AnxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8oYVpDtrE_o/s1600/1679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9c73AnxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8oYVpDtrE_o/s400/1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985188241710866" border="0" /></a><p>She's so cute and wonderful.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9cQ0He0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/GAztfYnrFjY/s1600/1682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9cQ0He0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/GAztfYnrFjY/s400/1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985176686852930" border="0" /></a><p>My mama loves me!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9bp9y19I/AAAAAAAAA-k/LUmmOpFegtM/s1600/1684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk9bp9y19I/AAAAAAAAA-k/LUmmOpFegtM/s400/1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985166258460626" border="0" /></a><p>Us gals :)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8px9N0OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/y_mXkZmLi2c/s1600/1699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8px9N0OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/y_mXkZmLi2c/s400/1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487984309410058466" border="0" /></a><p>These are some of the best women I know, beautiful inside and out.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8oykzEgI/AAAAAAAAA-U/I7jKh4oVE1A/s1600/1704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8oykzEgI/AAAAAAAAA-U/I7jKh4oVE1A/s400/1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487984292396208642" border="0" /></a><p>My Aunt M who made the trip from Massachusetts.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8oIDqIgI/AAAAAAAAA-M/uyQLKbY0-Z8/s1600/1705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk8oIDqIgI/AAAAAAAAA-M/uyQLKbY0-Z8/s400/1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487984280982921730" border="0" /></a><p>My Mom's best friend H who came in from Massachusetts also.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7u5LdrHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/yKQS9xw8sWc/s1600/1720.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7u5LdrHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/yKQS9xw8sWc/s400/1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487983297736584306" border="0" /></a><p>My Uncle / Godfather who reminds me so much of my Daddy. We had lots of laughs that day.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7uE3bAJI/AAAAAAAAA98/6NobqMGj8f4/s1600/1726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7uE3bAJI/AAAAAAAAA98/6NobqMGj8f4/s400/1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487983283693879442" border="0" /></a><p>Uncle B and Me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7tsLR_3I/AAAAAAAAA90/_BRyUzQUOkc/s1600/1731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk7tsLR_3I/AAAAAAAAA90/_BRyUzQUOkc/s400/1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487983277066289010" border="0" /></a><p>My uncle's family minus their two sons!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk64f6C8lI/AAAAAAAAA9s/8yaI-ToeMxo/s1600/1737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk64f6C8lI/AAAAAAAAA9s/8yaI-ToeMxo/s400/1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487982363239707218" border="0" /></a><p>I am really lucky to have so many great family members.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk63z4ZO6I/AAAAAAAAA9k/V3gQ3sg4u80/s1600/1739.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk63z4ZO6I/AAAAAAAAA9k/V3gQ3sg4u80/s400/1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487982351421619106" border="0" /></a><p>My cousin AND sorority sister!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk63OITPSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/vrw-ukNbxzA/s1600/1743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk63OITPSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/vrw-ukNbxzA/s400/1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487982341287787810" border="0" /></a><p>These are my family members who made it to the wedding.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6FZhdi6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/T9He9-Ygy1E/s1600/1752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6FZhdi6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/T9He9-Ygy1E/s400/1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487981485352651682" border="0" /></a><p>There are so, so so many missing that it makes me sad. So let's not focus on the negative!</p><p>Hubby and me and my family!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6EwvYjJI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WX2afICj7k4/s1600/1755.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6EwvYjJI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WX2afICj7k4/s400/1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487981474405190802" border="0" /></a><p>Poor Mr P having to be the sole testosterone in this mix!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6ECl4oCI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_nSH-ayb8aI/s1600/1760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk6ECl4oCI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_nSH-ayb8aI/s400/1760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487981462017318946" border="0" /></a><p>My mom was probably saying something about "Thank God you calmed Mrs Pug down!"</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5FJqCF7I/AAAAAAAAA88/THHFOzki4ok/s1600/1770.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5FJqCF7I/AAAAAAAAA88/THHFOzki4ok/s400/1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487980381582006194" border="0" /></a><p>Or maybe something meaner than that since I look SHOCKED.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5DxChxrI/AAAAAAAAA80/feMrkfXmr3s/s1600/1773.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5DxChxrI/AAAAAAAAA80/feMrkfXmr3s/s400/1773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487980357793990322" border="0" /></a><p>I adore this photo. My two favorite people!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5DK8NzRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_YVYK0cHz9Y/s1600/1789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk5DK8NzRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_YVYK0cHz9Y/s400/1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487980347566968082" border="0" /></a><p>Here we all with all our parents. Our poor, future, hypothetical children. That's a lot of grandmas.<br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4FzrWKGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UJ3DMxdJjvE/s1600/1796.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4FzrWKGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UJ3DMxdJjvE/s400/1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487979293350176866" border="0" /></a><p>The one Dad!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4FcBxRSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/o-GW4I6bbmI/s1600/1830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4FcBxRSI/AAAAAAAAA8c/o-GW4I6bbmI/s400/1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487979287001777442" border="0" /></a><p>Us with my FIL and Step MIL.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4E2SuhlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/psl2ze-GY2E/s1600/1839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk4E2SuhlI/AAAAAAAAA8U/psl2ze-GY2E/s400/1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487979276872353362" border="0" /></a><p>Me with Mr P, his siblings, and parents.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk27MrB7sI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8SW0dD5SSlg/s1600/1845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk27MrB7sI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8SW0dD5SSlg/s400/1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487978011569548994" border="0" /></a><p>All of Mr P's family that came, with the exception of the Missouri part of his Dad's side, who went back to Aunt P's (also not here) since the babies were fussy.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk26ngrC2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/hWMY2QwTUzU/s1600/1856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk26ngrC2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/hWMY2QwTUzU/s400/1856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487978001593994082" border="0" /></a><p>And last but not least... my melting flowers.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk25yrnJBI/AAAAAAAAA78/TvpcKPpl0Uk/s1600/1864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCk25yrnJBI/AAAAAAAAA78/TvpcKPpl0Uk/s400/1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487977987412796434" border="0" /></a><p>At this point, we were SO DONEZO and ready to celebrate and party!!! The posing was over! Hooray!!! Up next... we arrive at Buca!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-30056109362279537732010-06-22T20:28:00.002-04:002010-06-22T20:43:56.261-04:00Beauty by Crystal!<p>My review of my make up artist, Crystal of <a href="http://beautybycrystal.net/">Beauty by Crystal</a>, made it onto Weddingbee! You can see the post <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/06/22/featured-reviews-from-the-hive-beauty-by-crystal/">here</a>.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCFXhjnqv3I/AAAAAAAAA70/PtjEq_lLP2E/s1600/0102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCFXhjnqv3I/AAAAAAAAA70/PtjEq_lLP2E/s400/0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485762055122894706" border="0" /></a><p>I would recommend her up and down to anyone and everyone! Go check out her site and my review!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-81678984728339743202010-06-21T21:17:00.010-04:002010-06-21T22:45:25.448-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Enjoying with Friends<p>We rushed downstairs and our guests followed. A receiving line, YES!</p><p>What did I learn from the receiving line pictures? I was very excited.</p><p>Excited to see Mr P's coworkers...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAdmugNf-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/boGJT6F-AZo/s1600/1451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAdmugNf-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/boGJT6F-AZo/s400/1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485416897292632034" border="0" /></a><p>My cousin M...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAdlxQ_98I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rKOpMNKvQxY/s1600/1452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAdlxQ_98I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rKOpMNKvQxY/s400/1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485416880854267842" border="0" /></a><p>Our friends B & R...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAcvaMtcbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ha4LuRqEWbs/s1600/1458.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAcvaMtcbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ha4LuRqEWbs/s400/1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485415946949325234" border="0" /></a><p>I was just really, really happy.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAcuxfr9YI/AAAAAAAAA7U/x6QZ_t3S1ug/s1600/1461.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAcuxfr9YI/AAAAAAAAA7U/x6QZ_t3S1ug/s400/1461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485415936023065986" border="0" /></a><p>I flashed the bling around!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbN1i3LZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/2UJLvvGFl6o/s1600/1462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbN1i3LZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/2UJLvvGFl6o/s400/1462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485414270662815122" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbMKGnGgI/AAAAAAAAA7E/0Hg3-7680-4/s1600/1463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbMKGnGgI/AAAAAAAAA7E/0Hg3-7680-4/s400/1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485414241821727234" border="0" /></a><p>Everyone sat down, got food, hung out, and enjoyed! My sister R, Em, AP, and L.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbLGu8zDI/AAAAAAAAA68/WPVUaLir7hk/s1600/1465.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbLGu8zDI/AAAAAAAAA68/WPVUaLir7hk/s400/1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485414223737310258" border="0" /></a><p>Bridesmaids A and H.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbKcr9kfI/AAAAAAAAA60/CcTJ3NhsiUc/s1600/1466.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAbKcr9kfI/AAAAAAAAA60/CcTJ3NhsiUc/s400/1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485414212450488818" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's buddies hung out... too cool to sit, apparently.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAabK8V33I/AAAAAAAAA6s/cS0qyJUwtpU/s1600/1467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAabK8V33I/AAAAAAAAA6s/cS0qyJUwtpU/s400/1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485413400233500530" border="0" /></a><p>ADORABLE father-in-law and step-mother-in-law! Today is their anniversary! Two years!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAaaray0eI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1FtBQqx1O2w/s1600/1471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAaaray0eI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1FtBQqx1O2w/s400/1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485413391771292130" border="0" /></a><p>I got in a hug with Aunt T's hubby. I was telling him how INSANELY GOOD the punch she made was. Secret ingredient? Almond extract. I'm not even kidding.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAaZ32LJFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/GNNMe0jdp50/s1600/1479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAaZ32LJFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/GNNMe0jdp50/s400/1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485413377927488594" border="0" /></a><p>Somehow (as if by magic?) the guestbook moved downstairs. I literally don't even know how.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXam-rLqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vftpB__yp7k/s1600/1486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXam-rLqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vftpB__yp7k/s400/1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410092044725922" border="0" /></a><p>There were some lovely babies present as well! First baby A, who is two and a half and shares Mr P's birthday! She's Mr P's cousin's daughter.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXaEoKoyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jgiSd-rgPSo/s1600/1493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXaEoKoyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jgiSd-rgPSo/s400/1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410082823512866" border="0" /></a><p>This is Mr P's other cousin's daughter, L. All of Mr P's cousins are guys (his sister is the only girl in the whole family!) so his cousins having daughters was a surprise!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXZnegbsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KiHkKWohj5c/s1600/1494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAXZnegbsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KiHkKWohj5c/s400/1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410074998369986" border="0" /></a><p>Notice that I flat out did not eat. WHY! 3 month wife KJ is yelling at wedding day KJ to GO EAT THE DELICIOUS FOOD.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWnDNYWeI/AAAAAAAAA58/4e7H94pjQoU/s1600/1495.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWnDNYWeI/AAAAAAAAA58/4e7H94pjQoU/s400/1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485409206269401570" border="0" /></a><p>My awesome fam... Aunt M, my Mom, and my Mom's best friend H, who is like family to me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWmdevDpI/AAAAAAAAA50/s7Rp3apAg_Q/s1600/1509.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWmdevDpI/AAAAAAAAA50/s7Rp3apAg_Q/s400/1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485409196141645458" border="0" /></a><p>I also got to chat and laugh it up with my pug people. This is L who made the cupcakes (yet to be seen!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWl9SUL7I/AAAAAAAAA5s/ykP6MicGAsY/s1600/1515A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAWl9SUL7I/AAAAAAAAA5s/ykP6MicGAsY/s400/1515A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485409187499618226" border="0" /></a><p>And S... check out the face they're making me make!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV2xlrYGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/w8uCRZkaxs4/s1600/1515B.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV2xlrYGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/w8uCRZkaxs4/s400/1515B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485408376905752674" border="0" /></a><p>Aunt P is my FIL's sister. She is just truly adorable.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV2WmsZYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jlwOi1K6Vr8/s1600/1518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV2WmsZYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jlwOi1K6Vr8/s400/1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485408369662256514" border="0" /></a><p>I got really chatty/excited (scary?) when I saw Lyd and her boyfriend.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV1mDvXAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Mn8hzWefzLg/s1600/1522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAV1mDvXAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Mn8hzWefzLg/s400/1522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485408356630748162" border="0" /></a><p>I seriously adore these two.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAVAT0KAFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/s1XXW-B9M-8/s1600/1523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAVAT0KAFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/s1XXW-B9M-8/s400/1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485407441200480338" border="0" /></a><p>Someone lined up Mr P and his siblings and my photographer caught it.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAU_zCiShI/AAAAAAAAA5E/vUoQGD1-mpg/s1600/1544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAU_zCiShI/AAAAAAAAA5E/vUoQGD1-mpg/s400/1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485407432402422290" border="0" /></a><p>Below is Mr P's second family. He lived with them for a year in high school. Z is Mr P's high school best friend and like a brother to him (and me!) They are all wonderful, fun people I love hanging out with! I am lucky he has so many wonderful people in his life. And now, my life!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAU_FjMIkI/AAAAAAAAA48/I4_BaZe7mj8/s1600/1559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TCAU_FjMIkI/AAAAAAAAA48/I4_BaZe7mj8/s400/1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485407420191351362" border="0" /></a><p>If you are feeling portrait-y... good for you, since that's what's coming up!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-75638487865646467922010-06-16T21:08:00.008-04:002010-06-16T22:03:58.130-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: First Feeding...<p>When guests left our wedding, they walked downstairs to see the church's gallery area in the basement transformed! Aunt P outdid herself and had a spread all ready.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl7AylSwWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/3qpOnrg0uBI/s1600/AA1444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl7AylSwWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/3qpOnrg0uBI/s400/AA1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483549274808697186" border="0" /></a><p>Gorgeous, no?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl7AEzLM5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/RvKb3pRVsFM/s1600/AB1445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl7AEzLM5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/RvKb3pRVsFM/s400/AB1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483549262518891410" border="0" /></a><p>Naturally, I was too busy greeting to eat anything at all. And I'm a horrendously picky eater. But I'll try and tell you what we had. First there were little rolly things...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl6_QrbjmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/pyWWLp8QQLg/s1600/AC.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl6_QrbjmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/pyWWLp8QQLg/s400/AC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483549248527765090" border="0" /></a><p>Skewers of tomatoes, mozzarella, and artichoke...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5kf4TWOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/py2vhjPK8WE/s1600/AD.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5kf4TWOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/py2vhjPK8WE/s400/AD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547689240189154" border="0" /></a><p>Miniature cheese balls...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5jzqJiYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6Bphh1wtpFc/s1600/ae.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5jzqJiYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6Bphh1wtpFc/s400/ae.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547677369665922" border="0" /></a><p>Little cone things...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5i2rsKnI/AAAAAAAAA38/s6rTVp9nHMo/s1600/af.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl5i2rsKnI/AAAAAAAAA38/s6rTVp9nHMo/s400/af.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483547661001566834" border="0" /></a><p>Nuts...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4sQzXULI/AAAAAAAAA30/X07RBPto58Y/s1600/ag.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4sQzXULI/AAAAAAAAA30/X07RBPto58Y/s400/ag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483546723120271538" border="0" /></a><p>Hummus...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4rubyYwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cfK_y93mFuU/s1600/ah.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4rubyYwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cfK_y93mFuU/s400/ah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483546713894576898" border="0" /></a><p>And for the sweet tooth there was some candy bark...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4q7_k_gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/CJM9B_q-ATg/s1600/ai.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl4q7_k_gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/CJM9B_q-ATg/s400/ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483546700354485762" border="0" /></a><p>And our favor cookies!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBmBS_4sf7I/AAAAAAAAA40/RKi82PossYM/s1600/aj.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBmBS_4sf7I/AAAAAAAAA40/RKi82PossYM/s400/aj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556184687148978" border="0" /></a><p>We had a sign that I made to tell people about the cookie favors.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl3myns3aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Z1A7rJOgXPE/s1600/ak.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl3myns3aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Z1A7rJOgXPE/s400/ak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483545529607314850" border="0" /></a><p>I wish you could see it more... there was a great tray that Aunt P and I made to match our theme.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBmBSBAhLJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EA6-8Bw4NA4/s1600/al.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBmBSBAhLJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EA6-8Bw4NA4/s400/al.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483556167808527506" border="0" /></a><p>I loved how our plates looked against the green tablecloth.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2xsnJa7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/9BDt1X3oKgA/s1600/am.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2xsnJa7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/9BDt1X3oKgA/s400/am.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483544617461312434" border="0" /></a><p>I couldn't have done it without these two ladies: Aunt P...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2xHhwglI/AAAAAAAAA28/iYC7bbtfRfc/s1600/an.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2xHhwglI/AAAAAAAAA28/iYC7bbtfRfc/s400/an.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483544607506596434" border="0" /></a><p>And Aunt T.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2wbmey5I/AAAAAAAAA20/HoQU9jH9x_I/s1600/ao.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBl2wbmey5I/AAAAAAAAA20/HoQU9jH9x_I/s400/ao.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483544595715246994" border="0" /></a><p>These two made it possible for us to give back to our guests by way of delicious food and more together time, before we went to dinner with our family and wedding party. And- they coordinated their outfits to our black, white, and green color scheme! Bonus awesomeness points!</p><p></p><p>Next post? You'll see our guests ENJOYING! And Mr P and I enjoying being husband and wife finally!</p><p>PS- Check out Ashley's blog Bride on a Budget since <a href="http://brideonbudget.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-wedding-kelly-brian.html">our wedding was featured</a>!!!!</p><p></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-61944235436119367782010-06-10T20:32:00.012-04:002010-06-10T21:21:59.514-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Ceremony, Pug Style<p>And there we were. At the altar. I couldn't believe it. And how hot it was up there. Seriously... holy lights.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGMz8Nx9cI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QpURJLIxMBs/s1600/1278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGMz8Nx9cI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QpURJLIxMBs/s400/1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481317045451748802" border="0" /></a><p>Our church is so beautiful.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGMzdrIXXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/sFcrtGfVK_c/s1600/1283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGMzdrIXXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/sFcrtGfVK_c/s400/1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481317037253352818" border="0" /></a><p>Our officiant started off the ceremony and then passed it off to lovely Lyd for our first reading.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL_hUQ1HI/AAAAAAAAA2c/f-xtw3cW1Xg/s1600/1290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL_hUQ1HI/AAAAAAAAA2c/f-xtw3cW1Xg/s400/1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481316144877982834" border="0" /></a><p>She did such a great job!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL_HD2HeI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WrzMM799Viw/s1600/1292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL_HD2HeI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WrzMM799Viw/s400/1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481316137829801442" border="0" /></a><p>It was a great way to kick off the ceremony.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL-q2X8-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/w8dk5GELk8Q/s1600/1294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGL-q2X8-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/w8dk5GELk8Q/s400/1294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481316130257105890" border="0" /></a><p>I could probably tell you more of what was said, but 1) I'm too lazy to pull out the ceremony schedule and 2) I could barely keep with it during the ceremony myself. My mind was a combination of racing and focusing on Mr Pug.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLFB3s65I/AAAAAAAAA2E/nPccoFzFY9E/s1600/1298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLFB3s65I/AAAAAAAAA2E/nPccoFzFY9E/s400/1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481315140004277138" border="0" /></a><p>And whattaya know, time for another reading.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLEgcb9_I/AAAAAAAAA18/avk7Toj02P0/s1600/1305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLEgcb9_I/AAAAAAAAA18/avk7Toj02P0/s400/1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481315131031549938" border="0" /></a><p>SIL did her reading.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLEEE84HI/AAAAAAAAA10/D6X_p95UOug/s1600/1312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGLEEE84HI/AAAAAAAAA10/D6X_p95UOug/s400/1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481315123416850546" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's dudes listened intently.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKXYxxmjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mR56gk6fPms/s1600/1317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKXYxxmjI/AAAAAAAAA1s/mR56gk6fPms/s400/1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314355879451186" border="0" /></a><p>Our officiant gave an amazing homily. Not sure if this picture is of it, but we're listening to him, so why not!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKWpgPcLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gtDvyPOP3qw/s1600/1323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKWpgPcLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gtDvyPOP3qw/s400/1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314343189442738" border="0" /></a><p>Ohhh my church! LOVE! Still sad the church wasn't very full. Wonder if I can photoshop people in?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKWPPQ8XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/8laQ5wqr_gY/s1600/1349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGKWPPQ8XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/8laQ5wqr_gY/s400/1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314336138916210" border="0" /></a><p>We were about to do ring stuff so I handed over my flowers to MOH M.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJf-1qqMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nswF3JIFm0c/s1600/1361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJf-1qqMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nswF3JIFm0c/s400/1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481313404023646402" border="0" /></a><p>I'm smiling because in those hot hot lights, my ring was like BLING BLING BLING! Serious sparkle.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJfC1dVQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uwcUy3h43r0/s1600/1370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJfC1dVQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uwcUy3h43r0/s400/1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481313387916645634" border="0" /></a><p>We prayed, which was very calming and focusing.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJeCkGp6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/gceD4J2QhwQ/s1600/1386.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGJeCkGp6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/gceD4J2QhwQ/s400/1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481313370663987106" border="0" /></a><p>And then... HUSBAND AND WIFE Y'ALL!!!!! I basically attacked him.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI4DE97jI/AAAAAAAAA08/vPe-NNAuSIk/s1600/1394.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI4DE97jI/AAAAAAAAA08/vPe-NNAuSIk/s400/1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312717966798386" border="0" /></a><p>Our kiss!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI3ZqH4cI/AAAAAAAAA00/seDEPEUMKjs/s1600/1397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI3ZqH4cI/AAAAAAAAA00/seDEPEUMKjs/s400/1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312706848350658" border="0" /></a><p>God, I love him.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI26BmLMI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bwu2_zJpbZc/s1600/1406.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGI26BmLMI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bwu2_zJpbZc/s400/1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312698356870338" border="0" /></a><p>And although it didn't make it on film, I did a Jersey fist pump with my flowers. We were finally MR & MRS!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGcB-ZmnI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X3S_WLzVlkI/s1600/1410.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGcB-ZmnI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X3S_WLzVlkI/s400/1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310037611223666" border="0" /></a><p>Everyone walked back down the aisle smiling and laughing. M and A...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGbgixgMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qrHHNPZwh3c/s1600/1413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGbgixgMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qrHHNPZwh3c/s400/1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310028636979394" border="0" /></a><p>R and Best Man Dan...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGa3cT4yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/iuPDTyNkGx8/s1600/1418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGGa3cT4yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/iuPDTyNkGx8/s400/1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310017604018978" border="0" /></a><p>H and Z...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFrZLSw4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/eVhIM3XkJF0/s1600/1421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFrZLSw4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/eVhIM3XkJF0/s400/1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309202025726850" border="0" /></a><p>L and S...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFq2chnuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/e9Xku0hxKUc/s1600/1425.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFq2chnuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/e9Xku0hxKUc/s400/1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309192702762722" border="0" /></a><p>A, A, and J...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFp6csZpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TpNg50zoOl8/s1600/1429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGFp6csZpI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TpNg50zoOl8/s400/1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309176597341842" border="0" /></a><p>My HOT MOMMERS and wonderful Uncle...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE5c9OJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/5GtwMIHlWxw/s1600/1433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE5c9OJ6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/5GtwMIHlWxw/s400/1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308344046987170" border="0" /></a><p>Two of the three MIL's...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE43hR-bI/AAAAAAAAAy8/nhTyekcx0GI/s1600/1435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE43hR-bI/AAAAAAAAAy8/nhTyekcx0GI/s400/1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308333997685170" border="0" /></a><p>FIL and the third MIL...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE4AqRVeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WwmT1rCMd1c/s1600/1439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TBGE4AqRVeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WwmT1rCMd1c/s400/1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308319271441890" border="0" /></a><p>And we were off! ...To the basement! For our everyone-included punch and appetizers "reception" (I still don't know what we should have called it) that everyone was invited to. That we pulled together pretty last minute. That I could NEVER have done without Aunt P. You'll all die when you see the food!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-30021835875077826252010-06-08T20:53:00.010-04:002010-06-08T21:48:50.894-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Walking Begins<p>Our ceremony beginneth! (I know that's not a word.)</p><p>Ushers H, R, and E ushed them like pros. First up: Usher H and Mr Pug's maternal grandmother. His paternal grandmother broke her hip and couldn't come. We are very close with her so it was sad not to have her there!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7usxBfQ6I/AAAAAAAAAys/yBbOLjBjAMU/s1600/1227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7usxBfQ6I/AAAAAAAAAys/yBbOLjBjAMU/s400/1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480580249397707682" border="0" /></a><p>Usher R with my MILs.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7tunXRrPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/G5wlcoYbadw/s1600/1232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7tunXRrPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/G5wlcoYbadw/s400/1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480579181652847858" border="0" /></a><p>Usher E with my step MIL and my FIL following behind.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7tt1btPoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PlprJt41yEY/s1600/1234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7tt1btPoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PlprJt41yEY/s400/1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480579168249659010" border="0" /></a><p>Father in Law pug looked dashingly sharp!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7ttcv35yI/AAAAAAAAAyU/E2k0gAZVrsA/s1600/1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7ttcv35yI/AAAAAAAAAyU/E2k0gAZVrsA/s400/1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480579161623357218" border="0" /></a><p>Then came, in my opinion, the guest of honor... usher R escorted her, my mom!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sYFYuKJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oOpSNvEVgUM/s1600/1237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sYFYuKJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oOpSNvEVgUM/s400/1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480577695063353490" border="0" /></a><p>I love their faces! I adore R and my mom is the hottest, cutest, nicest mom out there. I'm so lucky.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sXeUmZuI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bebGpvjFPoY/s1600/1238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sXeUmZuI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bebGpvjFPoY/s400/1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480577684577085154" border="0" /></a><p>Then came the wedding party! BM A walked with my BILs A and J.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sW0SIE-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/CoW-xVD1nXw/s1600/1239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7sW0SIE-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/CoW-xVD1nXw/s400/1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480577673292420066" border="0" /></a><p>It was a (Mr P's last name) sandwich!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7rbw0gj_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/2bwTm8cue2k/s1600/1241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7rbw0gj_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/2bwTm8cue2k/s400/1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480576658750607346" border="0" /></a><p>Then came BIL S and BM L.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7rbAOLpmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GA4O_qeRH6I/s1600/1243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7rbAOLpmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GA4O_qeRH6I/s400/1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480576645704951394" border="0" /></a><p>At this point, seeing it all together, I was SO happy with their outfits. Came together great. PS don't S & L look great together? They were visually well-matched.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7raukJxeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iH7s3cCaWRE/s1600/1244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7raukJxeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iH7s3cCaWRE/s400/1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480576640965264866" border="0" /></a><p>Then come the blondes... GM Z and BM H.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qo5ovkOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NK60zWQcCOw/s1600/1246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qo5ovkOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NK60zWQcCOw/s400/1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480575784943849698" border="0" /></a><p>Z shaved his mohawk off for the wedding... yippee!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qoF6P2XI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_R9fuRJmmCQ/s1600/1248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qoF6P2XI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_R9fuRJmmCQ/s400/1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480575771058624882" border="0" /></a><p>Next up was the hilarious pair of the crew... Best Man Dan and my sister, MOH R.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qnh80krI/AAAAAAAAAxM/F4-4-GsFNRU/s1600/1251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7qnh80krI/AAAAAAAAAxM/F4-4-GsFNRU/s400/1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480575761405743794" border="0" /></a><p>In every picture Dan looks mischievous and R is laughing.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o88LMs2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DZxjc8GdHDw/s1600/1252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o88LMs2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DZxjc8GdHDw/s400/1252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573930199364450" border="0" /></a><p>Mr Pug waiting patiently...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o8YhE4sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zPXzERsZ1gE/s1600/1253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o8YhE4sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zPXzERsZ1gE/s400/1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573920627450562" border="0" /></a><p>The other "bests..." Best Man A and my sister MOH M.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o7NksCPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/A1YQz5HCsJQ/s1600/1254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7o7NksCPI/AAAAAAAAAw0/A1YQz5HCsJQ/s400/1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480573900509939954" border="0" /></a><p>M's boyfriend has the same name as Best Man A. Weird right?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7neYZSA8I/AAAAAAAAAws/aVYqV_CCbuQ/s1600/1255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7neYZSA8I/AAAAAAAAAws/aVYqV_CCbuQ/s400/1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480572305687053250" border="0" /></a><p>Oh look! Everyone is waiting for me!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7nd_Lr2eI/AAAAAAAAAwk/gIrUpDr3YYg/s1600/1257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7nd_Lr2eI/AAAAAAAAAwk/gIrUpDr3YYg/s400/1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480572298919139810" border="0" /></a><p>You ready for this, Mr P?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7ndQCM28I/AAAAAAAAAwc/vah93L-wjKM/s1600/1259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7ndQCM28I/AAAAAAAAAwc/vah93L-wjKM/s400/1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480572286262893506" border="0" /></a><p>I was still stressed but when those doors opened and my Uncle started to walk me down the aisle, I almost lost it. All I saw was Mr P.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mwGAGOlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E2PqF8S3O9E/s1600/1262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mwGAGOlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E2PqF8S3O9E/s400/1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480571510475602514" border="0" /></a><p>You can tell I'm trying hard to pull it together and smile. And not cry.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mvr92zOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/x0S6hbBDI3c/s1600/1265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mvr92zOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/x0S6hbBDI3c/s400/1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480571503486880994" border="0" /></a><p>I got handed off by my Uncle... who is also my dad's biological brother, and my Godfather. My dad was so missed that day, by so many people.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mu3FxhQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3POSUincXYU/s1600/1267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA7mu3FxhQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3POSUincXYU/s400/1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480571489293010178" border="0" /></a><p>After that... GAME TIME!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-55415872140755559512010-06-07T19:48:00.006-04:002010-06-07T20:18:36.131-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Waiting it Out<p>After a quick stop at home to pick up that marriage license thingie that the church needs, we were at the church. Mr Pug stayed outside and greeted some of our groomsmen, friends, and family.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2IDtf8xqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XS2fmIXKgfE/s1600/A1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2IDtf8xqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/XS2fmIXKgfE/s400/A1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185918914348706" border="0" /></a><p>"Oh Hi! I'm Mr Pug!"</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2IDNqnt8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/Vsa_sXEzCTI/s1600/A2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2IDNqnt8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/Vsa_sXEzCTI/s400/A2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185910369171394" border="0" /></a><p>And here's my wonderful father in law, walking into the church.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2ICjojM2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Le6EgdbNh0o/s1600/A3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2ICjojM2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Le6EgdbNh0o/s400/A3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185899086197602" border="0" /></a><p>Best Man Dan checked out the lovely programs I made. I like to pretend he was admiring them but Mr P said he was reading them dramatically aloud. Nice.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HjcIVK5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ofDvkIstenQ/s1600/A4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HjcIVK5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ofDvkIstenQ/s400/A4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185364496067474" border="0" /></a><p>Meanwhile... I was having a bridezilla meltdown. I came in the church and saw something rude that really upset me. Just a guest who, whether she meant to or not, made me lose my cool and get frantic.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HikuNYiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PNE3TehTdH8/s1600/A5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HikuNYiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PNE3TehTdH8/s400/A5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185349622555170" border="0" /></a><p>I just stormed around setting everything up. Here's my sister M helping me. Check out the look on her face below! She's like... "hellllllpppppp...." as I clearly bitch on and on with no end in sight.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HiPEfPtI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qCMdgl6onpI/s1600/A6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HiPEfPtI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qCMdgl6onpI/s400/A6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480185343810420434" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously look, I couldn't even take a real picture with Best Man Dan.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HEfSfYVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/JkT-t4IbBfw/s1600/A7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HEfSfYVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/JkT-t4IbBfw/s400/A7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184832768041298" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P was cool as a cucumber though! He hung out with groomsman Z. Very Buddy Jesus of them.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HD4Kt50I/AAAAAAAAAvE/I7GX6q8LMYg/s1600/A8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HD4Kt50I/AAAAAAAAAvE/I7GX6q8LMYg/s400/A8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184822266455874" border="0" /></a><p>Groomsman Z and his sister, Lyd, who is one of my best friends in Indy. She did a reading at the wedding.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HDZ4tY5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZnN59h_KveI/s1600/A9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2HDZ4tY5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZnN59h_KveI/s400/A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184814137861010" border="0" /></a><p>Our guests poured in. I love this picture that captured friends WB and Hil in a hilarious pose.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GVe8GyVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/HgoTgkZQbtc/s1600/A10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GVe8GyVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/HgoTgkZQbtc/s400/A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184025220303186" border="0" /></a><p>I needed someone to cool me down. Who could I go to? MY MOM, duh.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GVIWyBXI/AAAAAAAAAus/KlxaBeoSEgM/s1600/A11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GVIWyBXI/AAAAAAAAAus/KlxaBeoSEgM/s400/A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184019158173042" border="0" /></a><p>I got a picture with my mom and my uncle Bill.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GUf-zZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/73PAQtgeqNE/s1600/A12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TA2GUf-zZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/73PAQtgeqNE/s400/A12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480184008320182258" border="0" /></a><p>My mom is so positive and helped me block out the drama and hurt feelings. With her help, I was ready to walk down the aisle!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-67144017303011445792010-06-06T13:49:00.004-04:002010-06-06T14:00:55.544-04:00Wedding Tragedy...<p></p><p>I got the pictures! And will post more recaps for tonight or tomorrow. But I wanted to really bring everyone into what's important...</p><p></p><p>I'm sure everyone has things that would make their wedding "horrible" like a guest wearing white, or your parent getting too drunk and telling embarrassing stories.</p><p>Yesterday, here in Indianapolis, there was a true worst case scenario that changed a would-be happy wedding day.</p><p>You can read about it <a href="http://www.aolnews.com/nation/article/couple-says-i-do-at-hospital-after-wedding-day-crash/19505087?icid=main%7Chtmlws-main-w%7Cdl1%7Clink3%7Chttp%3A%2F%2Fwww.aolnews.com%2Fnation%2Farticle%2Fcouple-says-i-do-at-hospital-after-wedding-day-crash%2F19505087&sms_ss=facebook">here</a> or <a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100606/LOCAL/6060342&odyssey=mod_mostview">here</a>, but I'm typing the text in from <a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100606/LOCAL/6060342&odyssey=mod_mostview">the IndyStar.com version</a>, in case the link dies out eventually.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TAvhcrSYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/paZh5Pz77zY/s1600/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TAvhcrSYZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/paZh5Pz77zY/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479721254398748658" border="0" /></a></p><p><i>Despite sorrow, bandages, bruises and cuts, the wedding party persevered, with the couple exchanging vows later in the day in a conference area of Methodist Hospital's emergency room.</i></p><p><i>While they made the best of the situation, those at the wedding said they did not want to dwell on the tragic crash and death with the media.</i></p><p><i>A shuttle bus from Mavris Arts & Event Center carrying the bridal party was westbound on South Street when it collided at Delaware Street with a northbound Chevrolet Yukon with an Ohio license plate about 2 p.m.</i></p><p><i>The Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department said that one driver failed to stop for a red light, but police still were investigating late today to determine who was at fault, said Lt. Jeff Duhamell, an IMPD spokesman.</i></p><p><i>The crash caused the bus to spin to face east and tip to the side, landing on the northwest corner of the intersection. At least 16 people inside the shuttle were transported to Methodist and Wishard hospitals.</i></p><p><i>James Douglass, 29, died in the crash. He suffered severe head trauma, Duhamell said. It could not be immediately confirmed his community of residence.</i></p><p><i>Police by late today had not yet released the names of the drivers or of those injured. Blood samples will be taken from both drivers and tested for intoxication, which is protocol in a fatal crash, Duhamell said.</i></p><p><i>The bride works in IMPD's crime analysis unit, Duhamell said.</i></p><p><i>The wedding had been scheduled for 5:30 p.m. today at Mavris, 121 S. East St. After the hospital wedding, the party did go there for a prayer service and dinner.</i></p><p><i>At the wedding, nurses transformed into wedding planners, gathering cookies and punch, setting up chairs and using hydrogen peroxide to get bloodstains out of dresses.</i></p><p><i>Carrying gerbera daisy bouquets, the bridesmaids and bride all wore hospital-issued socks, captured in a photo by the wedding photographer.</i></p><p><i>About 100 teary-eyed guests gathered for the short ceremony, where the bride and groom exchanged vows, rings and received a standing ovation when they kissed.</i></p><p><i>‘‘We got their medical needs tended to, and we found out they wanted to get married here,’’ said Kelly Owens, an emergency room nurse.</i></p><p><i>Owens’ husband went to pick up a replacement tuxedo for the groom while security officers from Methodist went to Wishard to pick up the best man and rings.</i></p><p><i>‘‘I’ve been here 10 years,’’ Owens said. ‘‘I’ve seen one or two brides come in, but this is definitely the first time we’ve done a wedding. It makes the best of a bad situation.’’</i></p><p><i>The bride’s father Chuck Magee, Dublin, Ohio, called the nurses ‘‘angels in blue’’ because of their blue scrubs.‘‘The ER staff has just been compassionate, professional and considerate,’’ Magee said. ‘‘Everybody seems to be in as good of spirits as can be expected.’’</i></p><p>I really cannot imagine losing a groomsman on my wedding day. This story should give all brides, and really all people, something to think of and put weddings in perspective.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">All text in italics from IndyStar.com's "Wedding goes on -- at hospital -- after fatal crash" By Gretchen Becker, linked above.</span></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-50830463321326962952010-05-31T21:06:00.003-04:002010-05-31T21:15:29.049-04:00I interrupt the recaps...<p>...to show you our one and only picture of us from THE day to be in Indy, INDY 500 DAY!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TARdWpLJtKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/hHUd_FKr4LE/s1600/racefans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/TARdWpLJtKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/hHUd_FKr4LE/s400/racefans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477605690380498082" border="0" /></a><p>We went white trash. Our whole crew (about 60 of us!) really white-trashed it up with jorts, ripped shirts, and hats. It was a great time.</p><p>Unfortunately I dropped my camera and the battery and memory card fell out. I could only recover the battery (since I didn't realize the memory card fell out til later) and lost all photos from this weekend!</p><p>If you aren't already, you should be following my new blog, <a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com">Ordinary in Indiana</a>. More info about the race and everything else will be there.</p><p>Recaps will commence when I get pics I'm waiting on. I wanted to post some pics of the time at the church before the ceremony, and one of my friends has a ton! Once I get those posting will continue.</p><p>Thanks for keepin' up with me blog friends!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-32328149752115929912010-05-26T17:52:00.009-04:002010-05-26T19:45:54.586-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: The Church<p>Here's our beautiful church!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2kf6hAikI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0Z3CiTP-RsY/s1600/1178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2kf6hAikI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0Z3CiTP-RsY/s400/1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713590142995010" border="0" /></a><p>We are really lucky that we found a church to be married in and to attend in one fell swoop. It's a wonderful fellowship with a GREAT worship band!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ke_YSDgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uQ0InmSPwhM/s1600/1180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ke_YSDgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uQ0InmSPwhM/s400/1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713574268702210" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously... so beautiful.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2keKy3tvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HDo660epoCU/s1600/1184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2keKy3tvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HDo660epoCU/s400/1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713560153143026" border="0" /></a><p>Here's what I did to decorate the church:</p><p>Candles and a floral centerpiece (that we donated to the church. There were also pew candles (you can see them in the far left and right on this photo.) All candles were FREE FREE FREE! (Well with the $850 church use fee.)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h_jsRuyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Yt3_1UWb_eU/s1600/1189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h_jsRuyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Yt3_1UWb_eU/s400/1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475710835237174050" border="0" /></a><p>The flowers were OK. I would have wanted less greenery, more white/OUR green, and some touches of black. It looks better from farther though, and while I felt that it wasn't worth what I paid for it ($100-something) I did give him free reign with our colors.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h-2ESOhI/AAAAAAAAAts/k5q7o3pOF14/s1600/1191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h-2ESOhI/AAAAAAAAAts/k5q7o3pOF14/s400/1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475710822989838866" border="0" /></a><p>Candelabras...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h-BUS92I/AAAAAAAAAtk/JtgSstNsySw/s1600/1193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2h-BUS92I/AAAAAAAAAtk/JtgSstNsySw/s400/1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475710808829917026" border="0" /></a><p>There were also candles on the registers along the sides. It created a wonderful ambiance even in the sunny afternoon.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y5aH9HdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/g6tVNHiG0RI/s1600/1222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y5aH9HdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/g6tVNHiG0RI/s400/1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475700833985043922" border="0" /></a><p>Did I mention my church is beautiful? We didn't do a ton to decorate the church and it still looked amazing.<br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2doAdZ_iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6ULLA9YD8pY/s1600/1202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2doAdZ_iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6ULLA9YD8pY/s400/1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475706032596057634" border="0" /></a><p>We also can't forget about all my DIY projects... our guestbook!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2dnZ2ZGSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/mIqCHDahWok/s1600/1204.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2dnZ2ZGSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/mIqCHDahWok/s400/1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475706022231873826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2aklc3S0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/SBvd8ijNlcI/s1600/1206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2aklc3S0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/SBvd8ijNlcI/s400/1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702675271535426" border="0" /></a><p>The big bad programs... heck yea!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2aj-iUtOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zOA-DJr7zU0/s1600/1207_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2aj-iUtOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zOA-DJr7zU0/s400/1207_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702664825451746" border="0" /></a><p>The spray-painted birdcage with the cards sign on it...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2do29LElI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_eXwgxAbNzk/s1600/1197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2do29LElI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_eXwgxAbNzk/s400/1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475706047224812114" border="0" /></a><p>The back of our photo request cards...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ajRqFIoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WstghoNhYvY/s1600/1214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ajRqFIoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WstghoNhYvY/s400/1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475702652778390146" border="0" /></a><p>Here's one of my pug friends (mom to Hank and Sally O'Malley) signing our guestbook!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Zx4v016I/AAAAAAAAAss/hLpz4Hwd428/s1600/1216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Zx4v016I/AAAAAAAAAss/hLpz4Hwd428/s400/1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701804278011810" border="0" /></a><p>I was glad that a pug person was the first to sign this guestbook.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ZxGHuoYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/gr7eu35vaSM/s1600/1217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ZxGHuoYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/gr7eu35vaSM/s400/1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701790688059778" border="0" /></a><p>My pal AP handing out our photo request cards!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ZwTz2t-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/_Zx36Ugzgfk/s1600/1218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2ZwTz2t-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/_Zx36Ugzgfk/s400/1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701777182930914" border="0" /></a><p>And beautiful Em with the programs. I think she needs to make this her facebook pic.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y6FtgQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pifOXGbuBDs/s1600/1219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y6FtgQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pifOXGbuBDs/s400/1219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475700845685260914" border="0" /></a><p>And here's one of my fantastic photographers. This is John, <a href="http://www.erinhession.com/">Erin's</a> husband.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y4Akm4CI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4C76G5R-exc/s1600/1225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_2Y4Akm4CI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4C76G5R-exc/s400/1225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475700809946030114" border="0" /></a><p>Just about this time I was in the back, freaking out...</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-77583392732777794602010-05-24T21:38:00.003-04:002010-05-24T21:51:23.348-04:00Thank You! Thank You! Etc.<p>I know, I suck for not updating.</p><p>Anybody switch from Blogger to Wordpress? Holy shit. Photo uploading on Wordpress makes me want to never use Blogger again. Screw that five-at-a-time bullshit. Le sigh. Anyway, I've been really busy finishing my name change (DONE! Well... ish) and writing Thank You notes (also mostly done and sent) and updating my new blog. I'm trying to make it something everyone can enjoy, and since Wordpress posting is so much easier, <a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/">Ordinary in Indiana</a> usually wins.</p><p>I promise to get back with posting recaps (there are soooo many more, please don't stop following me and forget all about the Puggy Wedding!) really, really soon. In the meantime though, I have a public service announcement...</p><p>Tomorrow (Tuesday, May 25) is BLOG BUDDY APPRECIATION DAY!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_sr4Ynp7II/AAAAAAAAAr8/RdGnt7aFGj0/s1600/BlogBuddyAppreciation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_sr4Ynp7II/AAAAAAAAAr8/RdGnt7aFGj0/s400/BlogBuddyAppreciation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475018019680414850" border="0" /></a><p>I wrote about it <a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/2010/05/19/blog-buddy/">here on the kjpugs blog</a>. I hope you guys will participate. Comment on my entry (posting tomorrow morning on the kjpugs blog, ohhh around 8:30am Eastern time) if you post for BBAD. I would love to see some of my awesome wedding blog friends participate!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-37934893701599591982010-05-16T20:07:00.010-04:002010-05-16T21:05:52.086-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Us<p>Everyone left (except Best Man Dan who was waiting with our car) and it was time for us to get our portraits together. I love the beautiful setting of the monument downtown.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COsIy3vmI/AAAAAAAAArU/S_P407fLYO0/s1600/1051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COsIy3vmI/AAAAAAAAArU/S_P407fLYO0/s400/1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472030436181392994" border="0" /></a><p>He was ALMOST my husband at this point!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CORXC8TAI/AAAAAAAAArM/xvnHPNbrBgw/s1600/1055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CORXC8TAI/AAAAAAAAArM/xvnHPNbrBgw/s400/1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029976150428674" border="0" /></a><p>The monument backdrop is just so timeless. I am so glad we had the sun to do pictures there.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COQ9bCTmI/AAAAAAAAArE/dzD_J9BL1h0/s1600/1070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COQ9bCTmI/AAAAAAAAArE/dzD_J9BL1h0/s400/1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029969272163938" border="0" /></a><p>Smooches!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COQgzaKNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/RGHkOWGNNiY/s1600/1074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_COQgzaKNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/RGHkOWGNNiY/s400/1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029961589762258" border="0" /></a><p>Counting down the minutes in our heads...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNrPSeWOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PUs_9LjWckg/s1600/1078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNrPSeWOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PUs_9LjWckg/s400/1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029321233062114" border="0" /></a><p>There's that fountain again!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNq4ONXBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yH8RWWoRUvs/s1600/1087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNq4ONXBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yH8RWWoRUvs/s400/1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029315041156114" border="0" /></a><p>Our best pug imitations!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNqTi8YpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TFp6DWjMcN0/s1600/1101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CNqTi8YpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TFp6DWjMcN0/s400/1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472029305196012178" border="0" /></a><p>Hand-holding.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMpVg2KnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/iztN6vk5MTc/s1600/1102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMpVg2KnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/iztN6vk5MTc/s400/1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472028189032589938" border="0" /></a><p>We took a leisurely walk... this is a great shot of my super-simple bustle. The one <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-fittings.html">I didn't want but got anyway</a>, and I'm pretty happy about it.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMo_mGvnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-oaaARfOw9c/s1600/1106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMo_mGvnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-oaaARfOw9c/s400/1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472028183149067890" border="0" /></a><p>We smooched for the crowds...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMoGKMD6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/mim2ojI5UZc/s1600/1108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CMoGKMD6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/mim2ojI5UZc/s400/1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472028167731154850" border="0" /></a><p>Lots of smooches! I LOVE the bustle in this picture.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL5J_NahI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kwFaKyCzq2w/s1600/1119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL5J_NahI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kwFaKyCzq2w/s400/1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472027361304996370" border="0" /></a><p>And who doesn't love fisheye!?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL4uwxA8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/GvyyXDHGHT4/s1600/1128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL4uwxA8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/GvyyXDHGHT4/s400/1128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472027353996657602" border="0" /></a><p>We also kissed for our flowers...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL4LY0gjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/trVkucgOg48/s1600/1129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CL4LY0gjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/trVkucgOg48/s400/1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472027344500982322" border="0" /></a><p>This one is one of my FAVORITES!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLP4G6c3I/AAAAAAAAAps/XcxeqLP3dJE/s1600/1132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLP4G6c3I/AAAAAAAAAps/XcxeqLP3dJE/s400/1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472026652130833266" border="0" /></a><p>We mimicked the <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-pawfect-wedding-mr-p-his-dudes.html">other sunglasses shot</a> and you get me smirkin' into my almost-hubby's glasses!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLPSU1GnI/AAAAAAAAApk/P53NdFMLDOA/s1600/1141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLPSU1GnI/AAAAAAAAApk/P53NdFMLDOA/s400/1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472026641988655730" border="0" /></a><p>I snuck a moment with Mr Pug next to the monument.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLOxqWxsI/AAAAAAAAApc/H5YBn9dJjNA/s1600/1153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CLOxqWxsI/AAAAAAAAApc/H5YBn9dJjNA/s400/1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472026633220572866" border="0" /></a><p>We posed for a bunch in front of one of the monument gates. I was, at this point, really really really ready to get to the church and do the wedding thing.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKgR0E3ZI/AAAAAAAAApU/PAGE1IesbDM/s1600/1157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKgR0E3ZI/AAAAAAAAApU/PAGE1IesbDM/s400/1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472025834397425042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKf-ufG6I/AAAAAAAAApM/0krIHMccsmQ/s1600/1160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKf-ufG6I/AAAAAAAAApM/0krIHMccsmQ/s400/1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472025829273705378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKfTLFXFI/AAAAAAAAApE/FPZ8F7JMsAE/s1600/1165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CKfTLFXFI/AAAAAAAAApE/FPZ8F7JMsAE/s400/1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472025817582492754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJcDBvDLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/P4afdp9Udww/s1600/1169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJcDBvDLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/P4afdp9Udww/s400/1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472024662197079218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJbfpTcLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AHPCopejRoo/s1600/1171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJbfpTcLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AHPCopejRoo/s400/1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472024652699365554" border="0" /></a><p>One last picture - our shoes with the fast-wilting flowers, and we were ready to go!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJa4X7OsI/AAAAAAAAAos/RcgkHAdCQvE/s1600/1175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S_CJa4X7OsI/AAAAAAAAAos/RcgkHAdCQvE/s400/1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472024642157492930" border="0" /></a><p>But don't worry, the stress/drama/craziness didn't end with our arrival to the church!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-4654910407493199192010-05-11T19:27:00.016-04:002010-05-11T20:42:27.998-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: My Bridals<p>Bridals!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!! After everyone left Mr Pug was a gentleman and waited for our together pics while I got these taken. Check me out, I'm fierce.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n1UWDHMfI/AAAAAAAAAok/kGy2x7etJSU/s1600/0894.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n1UWDHMfI/AAAAAAAAAok/kGy2x7etJSU/s400/0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470172952283001330" border="0" /></a><p>This is in front of the monument in downtown Indy aka "the circle."</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0__XrJ8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/4eWr_bMzg80/s1600/0898.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0__XrJ8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/4eWr_bMzg80/s400/0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470172602597844930" border="0" /></a><p>Contemplating the monument, perhaps?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0_bPF8iI/AAAAAAAAAoU/3qFPjvYIxwU/s1600/0905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0_bPF8iI/AAAAAAAAAoU/3qFPjvYIxwU/s400/0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470172592898175522" border="0" /></a><p>No?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0lcR9tgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KZIhA9n_1tk/s1600/0908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0lcR9tgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KZIhA9n_1tk/s400/0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470172146502055426" border="0" /></a><p>Oh I definitely had fun with these.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0ktTYzRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Qan6fWws8j4/s1600/0909.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-n0ktTYzRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Qan6fWws8j4/s400/0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470172133891558674" border="0" /></a><p><a href="http://www.erinhession.com/">Erin</a> is a sucker for birdcage veils so of course she wanted to take these! They're three different pics... I love how similar yet different they are with the different finishes.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nz_ByFjsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Vjgv5WqP9do/s1600/0910.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nz_ByFjsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Vjgv5WqP9do/s400/0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171486554001090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nz-nlehKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/g3Q6eYk-Jrs/s1600/0912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nz-nlehKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/g3Q6eYk-Jrs/s400/0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171479521789090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nuVktPPaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0KZsnzBIevI/s1600/0913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nuVktPPaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0KZsnzBIevI/s400/0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470165276816260514" border="0" /></a><p>Ohhh if only those were my real eyelashes. Both my sisters have eyelashes like that for real. My makeup artist even pointed it out!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nuVBH4aSI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aMVoiiKnwf4/s1600/0916.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nuVBH4aSI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aMVoiiKnwf4/s400/0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470165267264334114" border="0" /></a><p>So coy, so coy.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ntobfhdcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3MmPh_gmyW8/s1600/0921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ntobfhdcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3MmPh_gmyW8/s400/0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470164501248701890" border="0" /></a><p>This? THIS is more kjpugs. Miss Pug is judging youuuuuuuu! Sing it with me people... "Judgingggg eyes! (clap) Are judging you! (clap clap)"</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ntnaRyRyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/q7a7ECfBqco/s1600/0923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ntnaRyRyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/q7a7ECfBqco/s400/0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470164483742779170" border="0" /></a><p>I was a little unsure about sitting and then of course I had issues looking up at her towards the sun. So there are lots of squinting pictures to be not shared.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ns6gcB1QI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CzeoXpqx9ko/s1600/0926.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ns6gcB1QI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CzeoXpqx9ko/s400/0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470163712302241026" border="0" /></a><p>My poor bouquet was melting already. See you can barely see the anemones. I also got those popular heart stick-ons to keep my shoes from slipping. They didn't stay on super well but did their job.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ns6PimGaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/27BgLY3Tu3k/s1600/0936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-ns6PimGaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/27BgLY3Tu3k/s400/0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470163707766380962" border="0" /></a><p>BAM! Here are my flowers.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nsXHZH3CI/AAAAAAAAAms/JNzoCHmQrBM/s1600/0954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nsXHZH3CI/AAAAAAAAAms/JNzoCHmQrBM/s400/0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470163104283745314" border="0" /></a><p>I'm hiiidddinnnnggg!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nsWh0Fj8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/uC6YS4_WTko/s1600/0962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nsWh0Fj8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/uC6YS4_WTko/s400/0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470163094196293570" border="0" /></a><p>I love this one. I love the picture of my dad, I love my ring, I love the hint of flowers, jewelry, and dress, I love the nail color.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nr2hVoZzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GfFaUOVymKQ/s1600/0966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nr2hVoZzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GfFaUOVymKQ/s400/0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470162544312739634" border="0" /></a></p><p>Hello boobage!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nr2I4BBTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LOgKJcE6Ut0/s1600/0982.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nr2I4BBTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LOgKJcE6Ut0/s400/0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470162537746072882" border="0" /></a><p>This one's very me. Typical KJ face. Typical boobs as well.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nrU86VEEI/AAAAAAAAAmM/F2jauQ6fcdU/s1600/0990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nrU86VEEI/AAAAAAAAAmM/F2jauQ6fcdU/s400/0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470161967598866498" border="0" /></a><p>Also typical. I couldn't really get into the whole "you're a pretty model" thing.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nrUWsIhPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/RMOeCkt-qcU/s1600/1004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nrUWsIhPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/RMOeCkt-qcU/s400/1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470161957338776818" border="0" /></a></p><p>But I tried.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nq3Kt0bXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Y5ZCTNozgWM/s1600/1005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nq3Kt0bXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Y5ZCTNozgWM/s400/1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470161455908416882" border="0" /></a><p>While fun, I was just pumped to be getting married later!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nqmys7-fI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_aOR21Lrshg/s1600/1008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nqmys7-fI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_aOR21Lrshg/s400/1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470161174584359410" border="0" /></a><p>The monument downtown has fountains on either side. I love the pale aqua color it provided.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nqVky59xI/AAAAAAAAAls/v0p60iOHnw8/s1600/1020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nqVky59xI/AAAAAAAAAls/v0p60iOHnw8/s400/1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470160878793520914" border="0" /></a><p>Something had me laughing!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-noq1TnCXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/asmgqm4Ed6U/s1600/1027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-noq1TnCXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/asmgqm4Ed6U/s400/1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470159044979657074" border="0" /></a><p>Loveeee the color!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-noqf4amhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bDc-QehzOaA/s1600/1034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-noqf4amhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bDc-QehzOaA/s400/1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470159039228451346" border="0" /></a><p>My two favorite flowers!!!!! Spider mum, meet anemone. Anemone, spider mum.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nop5l8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/VamcsdUGwVc/s1600/1039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-nop5l8Y1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/VamcsdUGwVc/s400/1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470159028950426450" border="0" /></a><p>Soon, Mr Pug would join me for picturesssss! I couldn't wait!<br /></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-11170937239064327972010-05-07T20:51:00.012-04:002010-05-07T21:56:34.140-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: People and Pugs<p>Ok and back to the recaps, ladiesss! We took tons of pictures with those most important to us... our peeps and our pugs! First up were the pics with our Maids of Honor and our Best Men.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S9h6eB6aI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RvXkbsxp9AA/s1600/0733.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S9h6eB6aI/AAAAAAAAAk0/RvXkbsxp9AA/s400/0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468704237863168418" border="0" /></a><p>Here you see M, R, me, Mr Pug, A, and Best Man Dan. Who started to get frisky.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S9hMB-HZI/AAAAAAAAAks/NMZAZIYezLY/s1600/0737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S9hMB-HZI/AAAAAAAAAks/NMZAZIYezLY/s400/0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468704225397448082" border="0" /></a><p>We got into it...</p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8vQr-gEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ll5ZUFDub8s/s1600/0741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8vQr-gEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ll5ZUFDub8s/s400/0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468703367653916738" border="0" /></a><p>It looks like Mr P is getting a wet willy here?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8u47GlWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4m49a7wiQgA/s1600/0747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8u47GlWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4m49a7wiQgA/s400/0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468703361274910050" border="0" /></a><p>We loved it.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8uauppCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/rm7Tn_JTlZs/s1600/0751.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S8uauppCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/rm7Tn_JTlZs/s400/0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468703353169617954" border="0" /></a><p>Then there was... humping? I don't even know.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S78xo13nI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ubFgcJSJ6Cs/s1600/0759.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S78xo13nI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ubFgcJSJ6Cs/s400/0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468702500325809778" border="0" /></a><p>We all laughed through most of this part of the shoot.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S78STa5wI/AAAAAAAAAj8/7Fx4hvyvZzI/s1600/0760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S78STa5wI/AAAAAAAAAj8/7Fx4hvyvZzI/s400/0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468702491914462978" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously look at my sisters' faces!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S77t4lqnI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kVq9QEdzo_A/s1600/0761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S77t4lqnI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kVq9QEdzo_A/s400/0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468702482138245746" border="0" /></a><p>Then we took pictures with everyone!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7P90c7oI/AAAAAAAAAjs/r8j6gCN_azo/s1600/0772.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7P90c7oI/AAAAAAAAAjs/r8j6gCN_azo/s400/0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468701730501619330" border="0" /></a><p>We shocked them all by -gasp- kissing in public!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7PFCMW8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Np7XE68occQ/s1600/0785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7PFCMW8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Np7XE68occQ/s400/0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468701715258432450" border="0" /></a><p>Then the rest of the gang joined... my greeterlicious girls and the puggies!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7OSQOqhI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GxoSxQlQPz4/s1600/0799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S7OSQOqhI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GxoSxQlQPz4/s400/0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468701701627095570" border="0" /></a><p>Sophie was tired and not having it so we had to pick her up.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6UMVZW1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/N_pMUh0f0vY/s1600/0814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6UMVZW1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/N_pMUh0f0vY/s400/0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468700703605742418" border="0" /></a><p>Bouquets in the air... yea we were all ready to get to the church.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6TfZ47MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1LLUucWJkh0/s1600/0819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6TfZ47MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1LLUucWJkh0/s400/0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468700691544992962" border="0" /></a><p>We got in some group shots with the puggies as well.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6Smb9WZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rtrR49Inn18/s1600/0823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S6Smb9WZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rtrR49Inn18/s400/0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468700676252850578" border="0" /></a><p>Everyone was doting on them!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5doGd3jI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8s8qBt2k_Yc/s1600/0825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5doGd3jI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8s8qBt2k_Yc/s400/0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468699766166511154" border="0" /></a><p>Tired pugs do the funniest things so they were quite entertaining.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5c4gSFfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JiF3Pg5S908/s1600/0839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5c4gSFfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JiF3Pg5S908/s400/0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468699753389889010" border="0" /></a><p>Sophie finally gave up and slept through most of the rest of the day.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5cahBI_I/AAAAAAAAAis/7lqkM9BLB9U/s1600/0851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S5cahBI_I/AAAAAAAAAis/7lqkM9BLB9U/s400/0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468699745339909106" border="0" /></a><p>Harles continued to be a gentleman...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4oh5u7DI/AAAAAAAAAik/5tn_BvKVH-I/s1600/0856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4oh5u7DI/AAAAAAAAAik/5tn_BvKVH-I/s400/0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468698853969423410" border="0" /></a><p>Dixie just enjoyed all the attention!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4oEKlmBI/AAAAAAAAAic/3D_t7Y8TJ-A/s1600/0861.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4oEKlmBI/AAAAAAAAAic/3D_t7Y8TJ-A/s400/0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468698845987051538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4nWA0HaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yUOy79kbAoA/s1600/0864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S4nWA0HaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yUOy79kbAoA/s400/0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468698833598029218" border="0" /></a><p>Here's Sir Harles, overlooking the city!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S33JrlR4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/KY2FB5wXoZM/s1600/0866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S33JrlR4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/KY2FB5wXoZM/s400/0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468698005654030210" border="0" /></a><p>Bridesmaid L, MOH R, and Groomsman S held the puggies up for some pics.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S32RQiHYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BOY3lWugW74/s1600/0873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S32RQiHYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BOY3lWugW74/s400/0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697990508191106" border="0" /></a><p>See, I told you... sleepy!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S3194DvZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4oUsJLjn_Xs/s1600/0876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S3194DvZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4oUsJLjn_Xs/s400/0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697985305263506" border="0" /></a><p>Dixie impressed everyone with her super cute belly.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S3AEetrVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8L_b4PTHc6c/s1600/0883.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S3AEetrVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8L_b4PTHc6c/s400/0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697059365072210" border="0" /></a><p>Harles kept his legs crossed like a gentleman.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S2_bm0orI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6rws3Ztx9kw/s1600/0891.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S2_bm0orI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6rws3Ztx9kw/s400/0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697048393228978" border="0" /></a><p>And Sophie shocked with her cuteness!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S2-rH8OAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vTqZdTxd7vk/s1600/0892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S-S2-rH8OAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vTqZdTxd7vk/s400/0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697035378800642" border="0" /></a><p>So then everyone peaced out and Mr Pug and I took some solo shots and I took some bridal pictures myself. Those are coming soon!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-27852804001049270822010-05-05T21:18:00.003-04:002010-05-05T21:22:59.454-04:00Facebook<p>Guess what today is?</p><p>It's our three year facebook-official-anniversary!</p><p>Yep, in the early morning hours of Cinco de Mayo, Mr Pug and I decided to put our relationship on facebook. Or maybe more like I was all, "can I can I can I can I?" and he was like "sure." LOL!</p><p>The nice thing about our anniversaries are that they all fall on holidays. First met on 4/20 (a stoner's holiday?), become official on 5/5 (the real anniversary we celebrated), got engaged Christmas Eve, and got married the weekend after St. Patrick's day. So it'll be impossible to forget anniversaries!</p><p>I'm up to my eyeballs in thank you notes and such, but I promise more recaps are coming soon! The best is yet to come! Promise!<br /></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-54643893745908399532010-04-29T19:46:00.007-04:002010-04-29T21:12:25.433-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: It's My Turn, Yo!<p>Ok so I lied a little. I said it would be glamour shots of me but those come later. These are just the "my turn" shots with our wedding party and such. Here we go...</p><p>Here I am with the boys!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orTPzlw4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/jlSbxgY3elE/s1600/0652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orTPzlw4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/jlSbxgY3elE/s400/0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465728707427943298" border="0" /></a><p>Yes, Best Man Dan, me.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orSrxjF2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/2c1Ytnbe9gU/s1600/0660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orSrxjF2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/2c1Ytnbe9gU/s400/0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465728697755703138" border="0" /></a><p>Kisses from the boys!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orSF7ayfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/s1C0s1uNLDk/s1600/0662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9orSF7ayfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/s1C0s1uNLDk/s400/0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465728687596554738" border="0" /></a><p>Here are the lovely MOHs... my sisters M and R.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqlONBHTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/imSTtlcnhRs/s1600/0664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqlONBHTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/imSTtlcnhRs/s400/0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727916723739954" border="0" /></a><p>I love these girls so much!!!!!! I truly have the best sisters in the world.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqkbAoFzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7ZspkpLbxZU/s1600/0672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqkbAoFzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7ZspkpLbxZU/s400/0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727902981560114" border="0" /></a><p>They clearly agree.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqj2x1hyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/y_lN7RGZipc/s1600/0678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9oqj2x1hyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/y_lN7RGZipc/s400/0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727893255849762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opyWO0q4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/E-QYX5PyMOY/s1600/0682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opyWO0q4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/E-QYX5PyMOY/s400/0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727042705468290" border="0" /></a><p>Here are my gals! I wish Bridemaid S could have made it, but I'll see her at our summer celebration. We definitely all missed her, though.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opx5FN36I/AAAAAAAAAgk/J-gTyN5aack/s1600/0684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opx5FN36I/AAAAAAAAAgk/J-gTyN5aack/s400/0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727034880548770" border="0" /></a><p>I ADORE this one! L, H, M, me, R, and A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opxXFtw_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/SchlK72dP58/s1600/0693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opxXFtw_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/SchlK72dP58/s400/0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727025755833330" border="0" /></a><p>There were a few cameras going at one time. We had 3 photographers on the case!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opBhX3uqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dBzdBBa6-PA/s1600/0697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opBhX3uqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dBzdBBa6-PA/s400/0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465726203882617506" border="0" /></a><p>At this specific moment I was <span style="font-style: italic;">notsomuch</span> feeling the smile love.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opBNP-bbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w08XGq8UnHo/s1600/0703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opBNP-bbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w08XGq8UnHo/s400/0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465726198480793010" border="0" /></a><p>Aren't the green flowers perfect?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opAVZnllI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dZwPz9-RAY4/s1600/0705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9opAVZnllI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dZwPz9-RAY4/s400/0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465726183488853586" border="0" /></a><p>I am really glad I went with black dresses and green accents. I think it was more modern but also timeless.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooL18byqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/mMojX5cR3a8/s1600/0709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooL18byqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/mMojX5cR3a8/s400/0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465725281691749026" border="0" /></a><p>Our shoes! I told them to wear any peep toe or closed toe black shoe, as long as it had a full back (wasn't strappy) and they did great! Here you see L, H, M, me, R, and A. I want to steal them all, especially R's and A's.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooLRwNkNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_5exr7T7ks8/s1600/0713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooLRwNkNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_5exr7T7ks8/s400/0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465725271976808658" border="0" /></a><p>These two girls coordinated PERFECTLY! My greeter-ladies, Em and AP.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooKnV7d2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/UWL091Yqgc0/s1600/0716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ooKnV7d2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/UWL091Yqgc0/s400/0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465725260592281442" border="0" /></a><p>I've been friends with them (well with all my bridesmaids) for more than 14 years. CRAZY.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocrFS0ZJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CvcIrbFwJqU/s1600/0719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocrFS0ZJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CvcIrbFwJqU/s400/0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465712624248579218" border="0" /></a><p>Then I got a few family shots. Here I am with my sisters and Mommers!!!!!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocqv-JoMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ODdz5nW9j4Y/s1600/0723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocqv-JoMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ODdz5nW9j4Y/s400/0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465712618524745922" border="0" /></a><p>Yes I call my mom Mommers. We love her very much. And apparently they love me very much too!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocqDgg_MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AdJUV_il4G8/s1600/0726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocqDgg_MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AdJUV_il4G8/s400/0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465712606589287618" border="0" /></a><p>There is no lack of laughs in our family. Just us gals :)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocplpPTqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/teA5806qoa0/s1600/0732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9ocplpPTqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/teA5806qoa0/s400/0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465712598572813986" border="0" /></a><p>Ok so more pug action next. Seriously I have more recaps than I thought...</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-19224724793597420512010-04-26T19:30:00.013-04:002010-04-26T21:51:12.837-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Pugs & Us<p>Naturally, we couldn't take photos without pug breaks in between.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y-0I2amUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nCNbQTWp2Jc/s1600/0380.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y-0I2amUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nCNbQTWp2Jc/s400/0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464624263310514498" border="0" /></a><p>Uncle Steve!!! Givin Dixie Bugg some love!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y-yzgn5EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ug0u2e90SNU/s1600/0387.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y-yzgn5EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ug0u2e90SNU/s400/0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464624240402097218" border="0" /></a><p>Best Man A and groomsmen A & S holding our babies!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y9JkH93OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YxOrK89rFMs/s1600/0390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y9JkH93OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YxOrK89rFMs/s400/0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464622432385883362" border="0" /></a><p>Clearly they're not pug-pros like we are.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y9JJvtI8I/AAAAAAAAAes/zYsPdmzBt3M/s1600/0399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y9JJvtI8I/AAAAAAAAAes/zYsPdmzBt3M/s400/0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464622425304802242" border="0" /></a><p>Mr Harles J Montague...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7LTy7nLI/AAAAAAAAAek/R07IGh7HEsQ/s1600/0404.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7LTy7nLI/AAAAAAAAAek/R07IGh7HEsQ/s400/0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464620263339170994" border="0" /></a><p>That special Dixie Bugg aka Bigwit!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7KzcyK8I/AAAAAAAAAec/u7sSmsqmVH4/s1600/0407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7KzcyK8I/AAAAAAAAAec/u7sSmsqmVH4/s400/0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464620254656342978" border="0" /></a><p>And Sophie... passing out.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7JiHFgnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/31b-MM-RlIk/s1600/0410.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y7JiHFgnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/31b-MM-RlIk/s400/0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464620232822063730" border="0" /></a><p>She was quite tired after getting a ton of attention.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4lpNoXwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NiFPV3XUWWc/s1600/0417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4lpNoXwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NiFPV3XUWWc/s400/0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617417230016258" border="0" /></a><p>Here's my fave guy with my favorite pugs!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4kubGKcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ibG8X1BqNrM/s1600/0436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4kubGKcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ibG8X1BqNrM/s400/0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617401448802754" border="0" /></a><p>Kisses from their daddy...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4kLODtDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/juU2xW2dyuM/s1600/0440.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y4kLODtDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/juU2xW2dyuM/s400/0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617391998874674" border="0" /></a><p>(Sophie is Daddy's little girl!)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1xK0b2bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YCM7u5Y6u0Y/s1600/0447.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1xK0b2bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YCM7u5Y6u0Y/s400/0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464614316694821298" border="0" /></a><p>And here are my boys...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1wbW-sUI/AAAAAAAAAds/N91sFTLT3H0/s1600/0468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1wbW-sUI/AAAAAAAAAds/N91sFTLT3H0/s400/0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464614303954809154" border="0" /></a><p>Handsome!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YzRrgUTZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/A82-9rF8M1M/s1600/0474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YzRrgUTZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/A82-9rF8M1M/s400/0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464611576689741202" border="0" /></a><p>Now it's time for the ladies! Sophie Soph...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1vhNS-1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/X5BbYBJAEMQ/s1600/0479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Y1vhNS-1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/X5BbYBJAEMQ/s400/0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464614288344939346" border="0" /></a><p>She's so glam!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YzP_wWK6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/NrTZyxl5000/s1600/0493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YzP_wWK6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/NrTZyxl5000/s400/0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464611547765943202" border="0" /></a><p>And pretty Dixie...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwEkGmsYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SDyD4fNo0rQ/s1600/0500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwEkGmsYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SDyD4fNo0rQ/s400/0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464608052829663618" border="0" /></a><p>Our family!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwEPMi8JI/AAAAAAAAAc8/KWjEr2wbE4o/s1600/0510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwEPMi8JI/AAAAAAAAAc8/KWjEr2wbE4o/s400/0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464608047217438866" border="0" /></a><p>Don't they look thrilled to be handled so much?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwDLJ9GnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kGZIX0z5CUA/s1600/0514.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YwDLJ9GnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kGZIX0z5CUA/s400/0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464608028952959602" border="0" /></a><p>LOVE!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YtjoCIM-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/1xdm9Oj0XQo/s1600/0518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YtjoCIM-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/1xdm9Oj0XQo/s400/0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464605287925691362" border="0" /></a><p>Smoochies for Harles</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Yti0pgLWI/AAAAAAAAAck/SD6GEcLcfow/s1600/0534.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Yti0pgLWI/AAAAAAAAAck/SD6GEcLcfow/s400/0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464605274132196706" border="0" /></a><p>And the VERY sleepy Sophie...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YtiNutteI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pJZNCpLD8Ws/s1600/0541.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YtiNutteI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pJZNCpLD8Ws/s400/0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464605263685072354" border="0" /></a><p>Here are my puggies admiring our rings.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrEMhM_FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9gfRGEs-Cms/s1600/0549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrEMhM_FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9gfRGEs-Cms/s400/0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464602548940635218" border="0" /></a><p>Our photographer discovered at this moment that if she said the "T" word, the pugs would focus intensely.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrDvjGraI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ac5wZBgl6_k/s1600/0574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrDvjGraI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ac5wZBgl6_k/s400/0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464602541163982242" border="0" /></a><p>"Treats!"</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrDGdiyaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2ov1UwyGiRY/s1600/0582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YrDGdiyaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2ov1UwyGiRY/s400/0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464602530134804898" border="0" /></a><p>We took the pugs for a quick stroll...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ynm4GZwtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAO1-7Pc0h4/s1600/0588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ynm4GZwtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAO1-7Pc0h4/s400/0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464598746708427474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ynme45msI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CAqhknaPXTQ/s1600/0601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ynme45msI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CAqhknaPXTQ/s400/0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464598739940907714" border="0" /></a><p>Then I got my shot with the puggies.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YkvLFN8WI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JnTwAcHcPZE/s1600/0617.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YkvLFN8WI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JnTwAcHcPZE/s400/0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464595590707802466" border="0" /></a><p>Look at that trifecta of pugs!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ykt_Yn1mI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cjcDiEU9MaU/s1600/0627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9Ykt_Yn1mI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cjcDiEU9MaU/s400/0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464595570388096610" border="0" /></a><p>I love that Dixie Bugg's tongue!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YktPnyGiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8rhoAN_ggpw/s1600/0636.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9YktPnyGiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8rhoAN_ggpw/s400/0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464595557566781986" border="0" /></a><p>Up next? Some glamour shots of ME! Muahahahaha!</p><p>PS - Don't forget to check out <a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/">my new blog!</a></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-1432067582964343302010-04-25T20:08:00.004-04:002010-04-25T20:20:08.169-04:00Bloggy-Blog<p>Hey all! So I just did a recap post a day or two ago about Mr P and his dudes, but since I had started it days ago when I hit post it posted... days ago. So if you haven't seen it yet, check it out! It's in the right spot now.<br /></p><p>Also I wanted to let you guys know that I started my next blog, since of course this one will be done when the wedding recaps finish. It's called <a href="http://kjpugs.wordpress.com/">kjpugs: ordinary in indiana</a>. It's not a food blog, or a fashion blog, or anything like that. It's just a peek into my pretty normal life, good, bad and hilarious! You know, judging and self-deprecation. If you are interested, stop by, comment, and add it to your reader!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-18296971234887762632010-04-24T20:23:00.000-04:002010-04-25T20:07:32.353-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Mr P & His Dudes<p>We started out the monument pictures with my (then, soon-to-be!) Hubby. I married a hunk!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BcjhiazI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7lNpq5_aknU/s1600/0263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BcjhiazI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7lNpq5_aknU/s400/0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375356875041586" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously, Mr Pug is just the cutest.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BcGIKbHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VAGm-B6o4ww/s1600/0265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BcGIKbHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VAGm-B6o4ww/s400/0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375348983983218" border="0" /></a><p>Here he is lookin' studly...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BbrCZ09I/AAAAAAAAAXE/smj4K17BY6I/s1600/0273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BbrCZ09I/AAAAAAAAAXE/smj4K17BY6I/s400/0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375341712069586" border="0" /></a><p>You might recognize this location... we did some <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-e-pics-part-two.html">engagement pictures</a> here!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BbNF2GwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1w-SM4m4-V0/s1600/0278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85BbNF2GwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1w-SM4m4-V0/s400/0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375333673442050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85AWMVlyEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/p7tRn1tWmx0/s1600/0279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85AWMVlyEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/p7tRn1tWmx0/s400/0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462374148060072002" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P was probably laughing since we were all being goofy during his photo shoot.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85AVQgB68I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BXWuX_rZkls/s1600/0284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S85AVQgB68I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BXWuX_rZkls/s400/0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462374131997731778" border="0" /></a><p>Mr P's bout was a single ranunculus and some hypericum berries. I wish it had been a little more... oomph? Like a nicer-sized ranunculus flower? But I liked that his was different than the other dudes' bouts.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_niuz-DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ob61vPS_kJE/s1600/0303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_niuz-DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ob61vPS_kJE/s400/0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462373346617587762" border="0" /></a><p>This is one of my absolute faves... Best Man Dan wore super cool aviators and you can see Mr P and his other Best Man, A, in the glasses.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_nNKANxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GukEkDsX2BE/s1600/0310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_nNKANxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/GukEkDsX2BE/s400/0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462373340826056466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_mpXOuBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yHA_fMI8kvw/s1600/0312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84_mpXOuBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yHA_fMI8kvw/s400/0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462373331217856530" border="0" /></a><p>That was the beginning of their Mr P & Best Men photo shoot... D cracks me up (on the right)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-3AXcSMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0QLPnCbFKAU/s1600/0316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-3AXcSMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0QLPnCbFKAU/s400/0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462372512759040194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-2jI9T9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/5zWXBAR5u8U/s1600/0317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-2jI9T9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/5zWXBAR5u8U/s400/0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462372504913661906" border="0" /></a><p>A serious one...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-1_cIg8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/5tmnfhvjzvo/s1600/0321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-1_cIg8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/5tmnfhvjzvo/s400/0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462372495330411458" border="0" /></a><p>And then D takes it to a less serious level again!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-IGPvSXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/57pgD6CRtXI/s1600/0333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-IGPvSXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/57pgD6CRtXI/s400/0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462371706883492210" border="0" /></a><p>Here's Mr P and his wedding party dudes! His brothers J & A, Best Man Dan, Mr P, Best Man A, groomsman Z, and brother S.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-HT8XsTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Cu4MtAF5BUs/s1600/0335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S84-HT8XsTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Cu4MtAF5BUs/s400/0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462371693380481330" border="0" /></a><p>Here are their bouts... SO awesome looking! A+!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S849Sfgn0iI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HuEJ4Mxgs1w/s1600/0348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S849Sfgn0iI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HuEJ4Mxgs1w/s400/0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462370785952256546" border="0" /></a><p>J, A, Mr P, and Best Man A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S849R6i-g_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/KTO9GDN_Ul0/s1600/0351.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S849R6i-g_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/KTO9GDN_Ul0/s400/0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462370776030020594" border="0" /></a><p>Mr Pug got some time with my gals as well. Here he is with L, H, M, R, and A.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848RIEPt8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/TNapECHpfTw/s1600/0357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848RIEPt8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/TNapECHpfTw/s400/0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462369662967723970" border="0" /></a><p>I like these bunchier ones much better than the super formal pictures.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848QkMRxXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/e2jx2_ITToA/s1600/0365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848QkMRxXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/e2jx2_ITToA/s400/0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462369653337736562" border="0" /></a><p>Don't my gals look so cute? I think the pashminas really made the look work.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848QIjqnQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yUK-Ulm8IJk/s1600/0368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S848QIjqnQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yUK-Ulm8IJk/s400/0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462369645919640834" border="0" /></a><p>We were instructed a few times to do these kiss-blowing pictures...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847UsWDijI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8T9n89q831A/s1600/0370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847UsWDijI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8T9n89q831A/s400/0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462368624734079538" border="0" /></a><p>Brian looks overcome with blown-kiss gratitude...</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847T45uKDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rOwbsCL0clM/s1600/0374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847T45uKDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rOwbsCL0clM/s400/0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462368610925029426" border="0" /></a><p>...but then kiss-blowing got too hard for my gals. Check out the looks on their faces!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847TQOqTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5ZC6j-1yPks/s1600/0375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S847TQOqTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5ZC6j-1yPks/s400/0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462368600007003602" border="0" /></a><p>After Mr P's portion of pictures were finished, the two of us did a ton of pictures with the pugs... coming up soon!</p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768396032530147339.post-71789488692160353482010-04-22T21:40:00.004-04:002010-04-22T22:01:43.535-04:00Our Pawfect Wedding: Departing for Puggy Pictures<p>After gathering in the lobby, we head off to the picture area, aka Monument Circle, the center of Indianapolis, where we had <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-e-pics-part-one.html">our</a> <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-e-pics-part-two.html">engagement</a> <a href="http://misspug.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-e-pics-part-thre.html">pictures</a> taken.</p><p>This lady stopped me as I walked out to tell me that one of our pugs reminded her of her pug who recently passed. I showed her how the charm on my bouquet had my pug who went "to the rainbow bridge" (dog term for not with us anymore... I'm so lame) in the picture with my dad, and she had tears in her eyes. I was really glad my wedding gang somehow brightened her day. I love that!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8KKaIWQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WAFU3Cia4E0/s1600/A1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8KKaIWQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WAFU3Cia4E0/s400/A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463143599523256578" border="0" /></a><p>The pug brothers (yep all three of these dudes are my brothers-in-law) A, J, and S were in charge of the pugs. Notice anything?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JrAIGOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ip8j1M5fR2w/s1600/A2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JrAIGOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ip8j1M5fR2w/s400/A2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463143591092689122" border="0" /></a><p>Yep, only one pug has a leash. The other two have ROPE. Mr Pug called me FRANTIC since they only brought one leash for three pugs. Luckily my photographer and her husband are insanely prepared, like boy/girl scouts or something. They made some rope leashes for us. And Erin told me they put some collars and leashes in their emergency kit for the future!</p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JaYDoXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jSAKuOSGc3M/s1600/A3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JaYDoXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jSAKuOSGc3M/s400/A3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463143586629656946" border="0" /></a><p>We drove to the monument (about 5 blocks?) and had a hard time parking. We might've been a little illegal... oh well. My peeps helped me dress the pugs in their dress outfits, which I got from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Pugpossessed">PugPossessed</a> on Etsy (a good friend of mine!)</p><p>Harles gets in his suit...*</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JEbL0lI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tSRM9Wvuxsw/s1600/A4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8JEbL0lI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tSRM9Wvuxsw/s400/A4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463143580737196626" border="0" /></a><p>Sophie in her dress*... passers by were laughing and smiling (in a good, non-awkward way) and shouting sweet comments at us... mostly about the dogs! A few did notice my white dress though. It was a wonderful experience!</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8IsIhvmI/AAAAAAAAAas/d8NpDMvdWMk/s1600/A5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D8IsIhvmI/AAAAAAAAAas/d8NpDMvdWMk/s400/A5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463143574216490594" border="0" /></a><p>The pugs were seriously ready for their close up.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7PXGWOOI/AAAAAAAAAak/5BiFpug0cRU/s1600/A6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7PXGWOOI/AAAAAAAAAak/5BiFpug0cRU/s400/A6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463142589317658850" border="0" /></a><p>Seriously who can resist a pug in a tie?</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7O_ctcdI/AAAAAAAAAac/DSna2UHFL8s/s1600/A7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7O_ctcdI/AAAAAAAAAac/DSna2UHFL8s/s400/A7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463142582969004498" border="0" /></a><p>The wedding party members were really easy going about the pugs, and were helpful holding their leashes/ropes while pictures were taken.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7OU5xehI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WUPtEBFyiP8/s1600/A9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7OU5xehI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WUPtEBFyiP8/s400/A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463142571548178962" border="0" /></a><p>And yes, as groomsman S shows, it did take some pug wrangling.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7Nt6pjnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nb49kBwFNGo/s1600/B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIOdM_H1_hY/S9D7Nt6pjnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nb49kBwFNGo/s400/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463142561082871410" border="0" /></a><p>So what was next? Pictures of Mr Pug and his dudes! And duh, more pug glamour shots....</p><span style="font-style: italic;">(Pictures marked with a * were taken by <a href="http://www.erinhession.com/">Erin Hession Photography</a>. The rest are from our pugtastic friends.)</span><p></p><p></p>kjpugshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05659414215476739292noreply@blogger.com8