Mine, Yours and Ours

*a bit of history* I own my home and Hubby was renting an apartment. He lived so far south it was breaking both of our budgets to drive to see each other, not to mention terribly time consuming! His job was on the rocks and was a dead end position, being the supportive girlfriend I encouraged him to look at jobs that had potential. He applied and was hired almost immediately – woo-hoo!!!! The best part? His new job was in North Dallas!!!  So it only made sense that he would get a place up here or … move in… I feared this. I didn’t want my boyfriend to be living with me. I had done this before and it always fell flat. We talked about it and we decided it would be best if he moved in to an upstairs guest room. I had the master on the main floor. Not so bad, kind of like being roommates with someone you can live with. We were able to get a preview of what it would be like living with each other as married, without the pressure or the awkwardness of the wedding becoming more of a “make is legal” thing. When  "Fiance" moved in we just stuffed boxes and stacked items EVERYWHERE; it didn’t matter, just get it in the house and it stayed that way until more pressing events were over.

Now, Let me set the scene for you. You have been planning you and your hubby’s big day for anywhere from a year to 6 months. You have your dress picked, his tux picked, the location booked and you have even followed proper form and have your registries ready to go for your guests. The day comes and goes off splendidly! You go on your honeymoon and relax for a couple of days and then come home. You open your door as a newly wedded couple and look inside to your future and realize you have stacks and stacks of boxes. Inside these boxes are the wonderful gifts that you had registered for! You suddenly realize you and your new husband have outgrown your home. It is time to sit down and have that first dreaded conversation – “What stays and what goes?”  It was my first realization that we have mine, his and ours and some of it has to go or we need a bigger house... a much bigger house.

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The Post Wedding Rundown

I’m officially Melyssa Ann Gunn. So exciting!!! A quick recap of the week.
My Maid of Honor came to town to help me with the last minute stuff that creeps up on every bride. We raided Hobby Lobby, Michael’s, and wal-mart for random last minute items. I think we took every bit of glass that Hobby Lobby had that would work for my centerpieces.

Friday May 13, 2012: My car was backed into by a moron in his H2. Not kidding, We were about a 1/2 car length behind the guy when he decided he no longer wanted to wait for the light, he put it in reverse and drove over the hood of my car – hey thanks man!!!! At this point in time I said forget it, if something for the wedding is not done… Too bad. My car was towed to the collision center and We got went home loaded everything into my MOH's truck and went to the Grande Hotel in McKinney. Which would now become Grande Central Station for all bridal activities!
We had our Rehearsal Dinner at Rick’s chophouse in the 110 room. The food – Amazing, the conversation- even better, the looks being shot around the room – priceless. After dinner we went back to the room for the “bachelorette party” which started with me and Qui running to Plano to pick up something at midnight and ended with my friend, Storm Trooper, saving the night with a bottle of vodka and some orange juice.

Saturday May 14, 2012: My Maids (Yes I had 2) of Honor and I wake up and order room service as my hair and makeup girls start arriving along with the other Bridesmaids. my soon to be husband and Qui run to the house to get the bouquets and flowers only to find out they have died! Qui saves the wedding by disassembling the bouquet of another bridesmaid (who was ceremoniously punted from the party) and reassembling everyone else’s bouquets with the least dead flowers from the entire order. We get hair and makeup completed with 15 minutes to spare with us to get to the church. At the church it was just as crazy, We shove me in my dress, slap a veil on me and everyone lines up looking like a million bucks.
The music starts and the girls start processing and I start panicking. Dad kept me calm and away we went. It was when I saw Noble standing up there smiling that I was able to calm down and realize it was all going to be ok. Everything was perfect, the ceremony was beautiful, the girls looked amazing and the men looked dapper. No one even noticed that Noble put my ring on the wrong finger… until we both lost it at the altar. It was wonderful and all that a girl could imagine. I heard from multiple guests that it looked like something out of a movie.  We take our formal pictures and head to the reception (an hour behind)
The reception could have been better. The coordinator left early and the timeline of the event went to hell in a hand basket but that’s for another time.

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About me

Welcome to my little corner of the Blogger world! I’m 31 years old, I have ADHD and OCD which makes for a fun combination. I have had a few attempts as a blogger in the past but couldn’t keep up with all the stuff I was doing and Facebook was so easy and everywhere. Now I’m tired of Facebook and the like so I am going to attempt to try the blog thing again. Be warned the topics in this blog are produced from the person described above so they can cover many topics from redecorating our house, my couponing addiction, our dogs who are our children or even on my change of marital sta... LOOK A SQUIRREL.

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