I can't be committed enough. After all, I am only in the middle of planning a wedding and a big move, so I decided to attempt nanowrimo again this year. We'll see how much I add to last year's novel in the twenty calm minutes I might squeeze in this month.

We all have the right to choose. We can choose to conform so much that we blend into the masses. We have the right to choose to be happy or sad, nervous or calm, excited or bored, a cat lover or a dog lover. You get the idea.

I am choosing to be eternally busy. This seems to be causing a little bit of trauma to other people in my life. Some people are upset because I don't give them instance responses. Others are upset that they know they can no longer expect me to drop everything simply to cater to their whims.

I have been able to make some time for cake, cookies, and cats though. Rodney is curled up to my leg as I type. I think he may have gotten a hint of the fact that he will be finding a new home soon. I would have the good fortune to find the right man and the bad fortune to find one who is allergic to my babies. With enough food, I think Rodney will make it through though. He is my baby after all. Baby likes food just like mommy.

I even made it to a bridal shower yesterday at work. Some people were slightly confused that there was no mention of babies, but I think they figured it out. I then carted my booty home and took another long gander at the dress. I believe we have found a solution the revealing problem, which will set some of my worries at ease. Now I must go work on some more thank you cards. Everyone needs some love, yes?

So I've entered into a covenant which involves all the most important people in my life. I got married this weekend. As my husband keeps telling me, "It still feels like a dream." Of course, when we wake up each morning, we will have each other's warmth to remind us it isn't a dream. I say will have because I still have a little over a month of resolution of my old life--my single life.

I have no regrets about my decision. My ongoing presence in the mountain state is a result of my neverending desire to finish what I start. I have about three drawers of microfiche that would truly haunt me to my grave if I left them unfinished. Is it wrong of me to think no one would want to complete this project in my absence? Certainly not. I have had three people tell me so rather vehemently. But I must tell the tiny tidbits that the reader most wants to hear.

It was a surprisingly warm Saturday in November. I woke up to the typical cat noises and stumbled out of my room in search of food. However, I was not searching for food for one. My first wife and our love child had spent the night at my house to ease the burden of finding rides for her. I whipped us up what I call a lazy omelette which means I scrambled some eggs and then mixed in veggies and cheese. Teffie was appreciative of my culinary attempts. Jare-bear was not so thrilled.

I then dragged my miniature family unit to the ward building in Fairmont so we could decorate for the reception. My love and a few friends joined in the fun of setting up tables, lugging tubs of soda, and throwing random favors and decorations around haphazardly. I had to leave after only an hour, so I admit I was afraid that it might not be presentable. (Spoiler: It ended up being lovely. I have awesome friends.)

From the church, I raced back to Mo-town to acquire one of the important parts of any wedding. I needed to get my flowers. The bouquet was a bit larger and not as cascading as I had hoped for, but I was not about to nitpick. I had places to go, showers to take, and food to eat. All of this was done in the company of a very sexy entourage. One adorable boy and two tall blondes (who I might add would be much admired by Sir-Mix-a-Lot) kept me company during lunch at the Olive Garden. I also received more lingerie from these blonde beauties. They obviously know how to get in good with the groom.

At last, we were ready to make our way south again with Ziggy in tow. My little girl was being returned to her original home, so she got to spend some time in the bathroom waiting for the fun to be over. This was not so good for the ladies with cat allergies who needed to use the facilities, but it did make for some entertainment as my "harem" helped get me ready for the big moment. To keep me from freaking out, they refused to apprise me of the time, took some slightly scandalous pictures of me getting ready, and brought me cookies. This also kept me distracted from the powders going on my face and the warm cylinder that was turning my hair into curls that even Shirley Temple would have been proud of.

Sidenote: Before we primped the bride, we did some last minute refining of how to get everyone down the aisle. This also led to me spontaneously body checking my groom against the aisle up to the podium in jest. He liked it. I liked the hockey reference. Who knew?

This recap is lengthy, so I shall try to catch some key memories. My darling groom was a little worried when I didn't show up precisely at four to meet him at the altar. My flower girl refused to give me a hug, but she offered me her flowers. This reminded me that I needed a bouquet of my own, so I hiked up my skirt and train and made a dash to claim my bouquet. I took my brother's arm as awkwardly as any little sister who can't remember hugging her brother so he could walk me down the aisle. Then I may have been snapped shaking my head at the one person I noticed taking pictures in the chapel despite admonitions on the invite saying this was not okay. My handsome man forgot exactly how he had decided to answer, so he said, "I... Yes, I do," which everyone but me heard as, "I guess I do."

He was so handsome looking at the Bishop because he was afraid that looking at me would reduce him to tears. I couldn't look anywhere else for the most part because I still couldn't believe I was lucky enough to be marrying someone so handsome. I don't think I said anything wrong, but I wouldn't have noticed. Our very chaste kiss was greeted by, "You can do better than that." I don't think our second attempt was given the Bishop's approval either. I just don't have the ability to make out in the chapel--so sorry to disappoint. I walked away from the ceremony like I was walking on air with my sweetie's arm in mine.

Before the reception, we had a speed photo session. I have not seen the results of this. I may have flirted with my mom as pictures were being taken. It is best to make self-conscious people laugh at me when cameras are pointed at us. My sweetie didn't smash cake into my face because he is a gentleman and knows I don't want to waste cake (especially not that cake--SO TASTY!!!). Our first dance went wonderfully. Some people commented that they thought we must have practiced. My sister-in-law said everyone was crying and the fact that we were singing to each other made it worse. His mother cried when she danced with him, so it would seem to be a trend.

The dollar dance had its moments as well. At first, the dance sessions were super long. Then they were about fifteen seconds long. Finally, a happy medium was reached. I thought my bridesmaid, Jessica, was going to melt when she hugged me. She held me so tight, and I almost started crying. It is a small miracle that I didn't turn myself into a raccoon. I lured my nine month old nephew into dancing with me. He gnawed on my lacey sleeve and then went for more promising areas. This resulted in me turning him around before the groom got jealous. Then his mommy rescued him. I am pretty sure my friends were grilling the groom though he claims no such thing was going on.

I barely got time to talk to all of my friends. Most of them seemed to approve of my groom, however. They were also deeply impressed with one very in depth kiss that Rich and I shared when I thought no one was really looking. I guess wedding smooches are supposed to involve tongue after all, so we redeemed ouselves for that first chaste kiss as husband and wife. My Teffie caught the bouquet, so she better find a man I approve of and soon. Not many people seemed intent on catching the bouquet (a total of two). Then Rich went searching for the garter. He seemed disappointed it wasn't up further--silly man. This was caught by Jare-bear and WV relationship jokes began.

After that, things get abit blurry. There was more greeting of friends. My twins from high school expressed amazement at seeing me all dolled up. That's right. Despite my addiction to costumes, I tend to not wear make-up or torture...er...umm...tease my hair.

The car was decorated in shoe polish, tinsel, ribbon, and empty soda bottles. Apparently, the bride is the boss. I find this good to know. Anyway, this is taking longer than I expected and I have to sneak into bed and get some sleep. Maybe I will journal more tomorrow.

Turkey day is almost upon us and important decisions must be made. The morning is young, so I am sneaking a few words to file so my faithful readers(who probably stopped reading ages ago) can get an idea of all the fun I am about to enter into. Todays goals include baking a cake and a pie, figuring out my KitchenAid mixer so I can make some tasty rolls and lots and lots of candy prep. Before this can begin, I need to clean my new kitchen. I think the day is pretty full. Later on, I get to kiss my sweetie. I may not add to this missive today.