my pseudo sister, rachel.

Bridesmaid #4!

Rachel isn't a blood relative, but I call her my sister anyways.

She's brilliant, kind, beautiful, and I never thought twice about her being in my wedding.

Ode to Rachel

Girl is a smarty pants,

She makes me super proud!

She makes me do a happy dance

and by her I'm ever wowed.

She doesn't just stop at genius, though;

She's also quite a beaut.

When I brag about my sister,

Her whistle I gladly TOOT!

She's quite the spunky monkey

and makes me laugh like a nut;

She's the good kinda funky

and gets me out of my rut.

This picture will always be funny,

but you had to be there.

It's a memory with my Rachey

that we'll forever share.

Her hair is always a different color,

She likes to keep it versatile.

I liken her to my owl shirt

that used to always make me smile.

You're officially part of the family,

which might make you a little afraid.

I can't wait for you to stand by me

as my 3rd sister bridesmaid.

I love you, Rachel!

You make me so proud!

the other sister, helen.

You've been anxiously awaiting this one.

Don't lie.

An Ode to Helen

I like to post pictures

where I look prettier than you,

It's super duper hard

cuz there are so few.

You make me laugh so hard,

which wasn't always the case;

You used to punch me in the back,

and then I'd punch your face.

You asked "what happened to the bread?"

And we'd all die laughing.

You're awesome from the brains in your head

to your old school rapping.

Jason, Luda, Ben Folds Five

You'd die happy if you could marry these guys.

We've had some interesting taste in men,

people could definitely tease us,

but don't get it twisted,

Helen's main man is Jesus.

Your face gets super red

when I run around nakey.

It's my quality you dread,

but I yell "SHAKE 'N BAKEY!"

You got a bangin' body

and a hot booty, too.

The only thing missing from my bridesmaid clan

is YOU!

Go ahead, Helen.  Shake your head at me.

You know you LOVE it.



Wendy the Sister.

Wendy is my eldest sister who acts like she's about 20 years younger than I am.

She took a lot of crap from her younger siblings me growing up but somehow managed to still like me after all was said and done.

So, to reward her loyalty, she shall be in my wedding.

Ode to Wendy

She may be pretty nice,

and she looks really sweet,

But if you mess with her family,

You'll get your butt beat.

She's past the age of thirty,

but she loves Mickey Mouse.

She's super duper purty

and she has a big ol' house.

The commercials on TV

often make her cry,

She's a big old baby,

but, really, so am I.

She's a crazy, super-fan,

From Twilight to Harry Potter.

If a sexy vampire is involved,

you know you surely got her.

She's the greatest Aunt Dede

and one of my favorite sibs.

She'll only outdo herself

when she has her own kids.

I hope she knows that through the mess

are where God's best plans are laid.

She's gonna be the best,

biggest boobied bridesmaid.

WOOHOO!!!

Love you, sista.

Maid of Honor.

And so begins the story of Whitney.

I mean, we've known each other forever seeing as we are 'step-cousins,' but I used to think she was a brat.

Then we hit middle school, began obsessing over the Backstreet Boys, and realized that we both happened to be the best dancers ever.

The rest is history, folks.

Whitney is one of those friends that I can completely disagree with (and she can disagree with me) but we love each other just the same.

It's a match made in heaven.

We've certainly had our fair share of arguments, but then we became grown ups and realized it's okay to disagree with each other and even voice that disagreement.

In fact, I think it's what makes her my BFF.

Ode to Whitney

My B to the FF, 

My Backstreet lady, 

I love you so much cuz you ain't not shady.

 

You tell me how it is 

and I tell you too,

and that's alright 

because it's really nothing new.

We think "Friends" is funny,

We laugh until we pee.

It's one of the few things in this world

funnier than you and me.

We LOVE eating good food,

and we like to drink some vino.

I prefer the White, 

but you prefer the Pinot.

We are the queens of dancing,

no one can deny.

They try to hate on us, 

but they even know they lie.

 We're country girls all the way,

We sing it loud and proud.

We fest at CMA,

and scream super loud.

You're the peanut butter to my jelly,

the Frick to my Frack.

I love you like the food in my belly,

there's nothing that you lack.

I'm getting all married and committed,

 but that doesn't make me a gonner.

Nothing makes me happier

than you being my Maid of Honor.

I LOVE YOU!

and I'm fairly confident you laughed a lot during this.  

wedding.

You may or may not have heard that I'm getting married.

May or may not.

But I am.

On July 27, 2013.

And here is another casual picture of my beaut of a ring:

If it seems as though I am showing off the fact that I'm getting married, it's because I am.

I've been waiting for this bad boy for a long time, so let me have it!

Since I've been planning my wedding since I was 5, I basically have the details worked out.

I considered doing something like 'Wedding Wednesdays,' but opted against it because it's kind of demanding. 

I mean, what if I don't feel like talking about my wedding every Wednesday?

So, you'll get little tidbits when I feel like it.

Luuccccccccckyyyyyyyyyyy!

My MOH, Whitney, so loved my Ode to Steven that I thought it would be nice to make public all of our embarrassing habits, obessions, and moments over the last 20+ years of friendship.

And so begins the introduction to the Maid Brigade (you love it).

Tomorrow.

I'll do them one at a time, which will take forever because there are a bunch of them:

Whitney (MOH/Cousin/BFF 20+ years)
Wendy (Sister)
Helen (Sister)
Rachel (Sister)

Kelly (Sister-in-law)
Brittany (Sister-in-law)

Janelle (Sister-in-law)

Amanda O. (BFF 18+ years)

Christy (BFF 12+ years)

Amanda Z. (BFF 12+ years)

If you've been around a while, you've heard about Whitney, the Amandas, and Christy before here.

Isn't this exciting?!?!