Starting today I will be posting ideas for my wedding. My fiance and I will be getting married August 27th, 2011 in Omaha, NE and we have only just started planning. While I know that a lot of people blog about their wedding, I'm going to jump on the bandwagon, mostly because this is the easiest way to share pictures and ideas with friends involved in helping me plan, without emailing them waaaaay too often!! So, I hope this works!
My fiance and I both love art deco, film noir, jazz, and swing dancing, so we are hoping to incorporate some of these elements into our decorations. In starting to get ideas for style and decorations for the wedding, I have singled out some blogs that I really love. They are:
http://www.bashplease.blogspot.com/
http://ruffledblog.com/
http://www.oncewed.com/
http://www.quitelikeit.com/BLOG!/
http://100layercake.com/blog/
http://www.stylemepretty.com/
September 29, 2010
August 25, 2010
Revelation
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.
-Robert Frost
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.
-Robert Frost
August 06, 2010
Skills/Bills
My skills don't pay my bills
i am only 28, getting heartburn as of late, my insides must be ill
i've been meaning to get my passport for months now i am a slacker
this sucks my soul out, i am after happiness but just keep finding doubt.
a string broke on my ukelele this morning
and although i wrote a new song first but i fear it might be boring, weak bridge, no chorus
i am a weak link in a chain that makes the world better
i try to make my world better but i am exhausted from the effort
i bought a mower for my grass but i only cut half
i'm shuffling funds from one credit line to another trying to keep the banks off of my back
the people i love most are actually cats
i went to school though, and then i quit school and i am proud
i have a job, it's called poetry and music but my muses must be sick, i talk quiet and cry loud
poems are as vague as air and as necessary
i write them for me and so people might get me
i write them for free like i have to breathe
but i will grow old with no pension
i only hope someone might quote something i once wrote or told, in the opening page of a good book i'd like a mention
my house, like my head, is full of clutter
i have no money but still manage to find some with which to buy almond butter
my needs, apparently are extravagant
there is always beer in the budget
because life is rough and instant gratification adds a soft touch to it
i have a sore throat but still want to smoke drugs
i have a complicated faith that makes me want to take more drugs
i have hate for a system that puts people in prison for using drugs, it's them and us and if i go down for this i'll scream and i'll cuss
amidst this i mean to be productive
i write lists to make things visual, fell constructive
maybe i'm just obsessive
sit with coffee and plan goals i'm not yet pursuing
have a refill, an excuse to keep still, more stewing
i talk of health and wellness and think of things that i'm not doing
but i want love in spite of all this
and back rubs and honest questions and due respect
i want poems to save my life
i want karma to save my poems
i want money to come to me, i want my head to be a happy home
Tanya Davis 2006
i am only 28, getting heartburn as of late, my insides must be ill
i've been meaning to get my passport for months now i am a slacker
this sucks my soul out, i am after happiness but just keep finding doubt.
a string broke on my ukelele this morning
and although i wrote a new song first but i fear it might be boring, weak bridge, no chorus
i am a weak link in a chain that makes the world better
i try to make my world better but i am exhausted from the effort
i bought a mower for my grass but i only cut half
i'm shuffling funds from one credit line to another trying to keep the banks off of my back
the people i love most are actually cats
i went to school though, and then i quit school and i am proud
i have a job, it's called poetry and music but my muses must be sick, i talk quiet and cry loud
poems are as vague as air and as necessary
i write them for me and so people might get me
i write them for free like i have to breathe
but i will grow old with no pension
i only hope someone might quote something i once wrote or told, in the opening page of a good book i'd like a mention
my house, like my head, is full of clutter
i have no money but still manage to find some with which to buy almond butter
my needs, apparently are extravagant
there is always beer in the budget
because life is rough and instant gratification adds a soft touch to it
i have a sore throat but still want to smoke drugs
i have a complicated faith that makes me want to take more drugs
i have hate for a system that puts people in prison for using drugs, it's them and us and if i go down for this i'll scream and i'll cuss
amidst this i mean to be productive
i write lists to make things visual, fell constructive
maybe i'm just obsessive
sit with coffee and plan goals i'm not yet pursuing
have a refill, an excuse to keep still, more stewing
i talk of health and wellness and think of things that i'm not doing
but i want love in spite of all this
and back rubs and honest questions and due respect
i want poems to save my life
i want karma to save my poems
i want money to come to me, i want my head to be a happy home
Tanya Davis 2006
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