Ok, that’s it. I’m totally sick of looking at Miss Boobie Bride 2008 every time I happen to come back here and I bet you are too, so here goes.
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The problem is, every time I think up something rad to write about, I always think, ‘oooh but I should save that for Weddingbee!’.
Arghh.
I’ve contemplated copying my posts from there to here to pass the love on to non WB-ers but I dunno, that just doesn’t feel right.
So you may be noticing some changes to the blog – lots of new pages and lots of unfinished pages. Well, hopefully for the last time, we’re making some major changes. It’s a process, so things may appear undone for a while. But, our main website is up and running, so all orders should be placed on that site, not via the order form on the blog site. Thanks for your patience and we will let you know when any changes need to be accommodated. 
Most of the people are not know complete thing about affordable wedding ring and it worn on ring finger and it must symbol of married person and it is depending on where you live it would be wear in left or right both hands. In European countries Poland, Bulgaria, Germany, Norway and few other countries are wear it on right hand and many western countries are wear it on left hand. In hand ring finger are having vein which is passes through the heart and it is called vein of love. When once believe this finger is having vein then the tradition of wearing of ring is started.
The other day I wrote on Weddingbee about how this random guy sort of hit on me while I was walking down the street to work.
I didn’t include the funniest part of the story though, because I didn’t want people to think I was being snarky or whatnot; I’m totally not trying to be anything even close to that, I swear. But I still think there MUST be some people out there that think this is funny…
After we parted ways (me: very relieved), I turned the corner and walked into a Starbucks, and while I was rifling through my purse looking for change, POOF!, he magically appeared beside me again.
Only one more sleep until the legendary (it hasn’t even happened yet and it’s already legendary) trip to Seattle.
All day I’ve been hearing the voice of this funny little guy playing over and over in my head:
Although I’m ecstatic to be going, the timing couldn’t be worse in terms of work; we have a huge deadline to hit so while I should be dancing around my place and singing and making shopping lists and printing off Google maps, instead I’m stressed out (and writing about being stressed out, d’oh!).
