I got the sweetest email from Tyson. He didn't know whether to be sad because he doesn't get to marry me, or excited because I'm getting married. Awww.

I cannot wait for Carrie and Tanya to get here. I guess in order to have the Weible Women Sleepover in Texas, I had to do something drastic.

And I cleared him with Lane's parents. I have covered all bases. Y'all are going to love this guy.

My new shoes have changed my life. I tear up a dozen times a day when I realize I'm WALKINGwalking again.

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs.
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy,
Fun,fun,fun, fun, fun!
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is that
I'm the only one!!

...You don't feel sexy enough to make a quick trip to Wal-Mart.

Quath is ta thestion.

"It is with life as with a play -- it matters not how long the action is spun out, but how good the acting is."
Seneca the Younger

...thank God for my family, my friends, my health (I'm especially thankful for vision), my awesome job, and the fact that I have all of my cheerleading stuff here with me, and not in my mom's basement. This quarter has a football theme, and I get to wear cheerleading uniforms to work. And they gave us pom pons!!

Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

-Charles Dickens

...until today how much work it is to put together the perfect costume unless you do it right. I'd been a vampress so long for Halloween, I forgot how much fun it is. We searched in four cities before we found my outfit. We're doing a Renaissance theme this year. Treat me no differently than ya would the Queen.

If the forecast looked just a teensy bit warmer, I would be all about the Cave Woman costume, though.

Now, I don't mean *gulp* in an "I'm-not-sure-about-this-or-you" kinda way.

I absolutely don't mean *gulp* in an "I've-still-got-plenty-of-single-life-to-live" way, either.

I just, you know, audibly "Gulp"ed when he said, "I think we should go ahead and get a joint checking account."

"You're freaking out," he said.

Nah. I'm not. I guess this is a step to becoming interdependent. This kind of thing is so hard for a control freak. I had this string of horrible first dates, where I would drive myself to the restaurant and place my keys next to my cell phone, on the table within my peripheral vision while forcing myself to choke down coffee, smile and laugh politely.

And my reward for all that is my very own court jester who treats me like a princess and handles my feelings as one would hold a handful of sand, careful not to let go of a single grain. Well, he reminds me, when he asked for my dad's blessing, Dad told him I'm a handful.

Doug, the owner of The Scooter Store, looked at my ring and remarked, "You got some nice fringe benefits, didn't you?"

I asked my dad if he'd give me away, and he said no.

"But I will walk you down the aisle."

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson