Phew!

I called the coordinator at the university and, thankfully, the hall is free the next weekend. She's going to be making up a contract and sending it to us tomorrow. I feel like a weight has lifted from my shoulders. Time to get on with the rest of the details, like food... and plants... and invitations... and dresses... and suits... and decorations...

I'm such a joiner

Thanks to Heavy Petal, I've decided to join The Growing Challenge. Here is the challenge:

1. Grow one additional type of fruit or vegetable than you did last year, and grow it from seed.

2. Post about gardening once a week.

Although I haven't really grown anything from seed before (with the exception of rice during an activity in a social studies class), I've spent a lifetime drooling over seed catalogs. High time I tried it out myself!

In order to not go insane, I think I need to install a drip system. Luckily, I have two weeks off for spring break, so even though I will be spending some of my vacation up North visiting family and trying on a wedding dress, I should still have plenty of time to pimp out my garden. I'm so excited!

Baby got back

During the break for halftime, R's mom, a former seamstress, was kind enough to take my measurements for my wedding dress. I wrote them down, but before we left she did the hip one again, because she was sure it wasn't right.

"I never would have thought," she said. "You carry it rather well." Really, it's all in the butt. In the words of the famous Sir Mix-A-Lot, "36-24-36? Only if she's 5'3"."

Now I just need to wait until 7 to start calling parents again. Freaking Super Bowl! Oh, wait... Thanks to watching the video for Baby Got Back, it is 7 now. Great...

Learning from one's elders

My grandparents are in town. Even though most of the time our discussion are about fairly abstract concepts (politics, the economy), they did choose to pass on one excellent nugget of parenting advice to the "potential mothers." When your toddler is throwing a tantrum (the fling-yourself-on-the-floor, fists and feet flailing type), what you need to do it to pick them up, place them in the shower, and turn the cold water on. After that, they tend not to do it again. My mom and her younger brother had the treatment once, but my older, more stubborn uncle had to get it twice (and was quite incensed, in his tiny way, that they threw him in with his shoes on). Definitely something to remember.

Well, crud

I got out of school today and checked my messages, only to discover that our wedding location was going to be busy on the day we had selected. Seeing as they told us they would know by February, and we were still first in line in December when I last checked, some university organization must have decided to slip in at the last minute and claim our spot. Unfortunately, when I called back the lady I needed to talk to had left 9 minutes previously, so I have to wait for Monday. Hopefully we'll be able to get the hall for the following weekend (I'll be sending R over to put down a deposit Monday morning as soon as I have called her), but, if not, it's going to be a pain in the ass. See, relatives, this is why I wasn't giving a certain date for the wedding. The date wasn't secure!