Well, we did it. That’s right. Saturday, July 3rd, Scope and I gathered our families and friends together; said a few magical tingle-inducing little words to each other; swapped rings; wriggled; giggled; grinned until our faces were sore; and ~*BOOYA!*~ now we are (….drum roll please….) married!!!!
But wait—*needle scratching across a record*—first things first: let’s take a step back to how we got here….
Scope and I met right here on this very blog back in 2008. Yep. I was a nanny and brand new to Blogaritaville and I whipped up a bloggy letter to Santa, inquiring about a stripper pole (for exercise purposes) (of course) (perv), and Scope piqued my interest, curiosity, and laugh-until-you-can’t-breathe-iosity, by commenting that what he wanted for Christmas was a nanny cam.
Because I was a nanny.
With a stripper pole.
*wink wink nudge nudge say no more*
Did I know back then that I had just crossed paths with my future husband? Heck no. But I knew I’d just run into someone who would be verrrrrrry fun to blog with, so I scurried on over to Scope’s blog…. and I never left.
Blogging turned into facebooking, which morphed into emailing, which evolved into phone calls, and in April 2009 we finally met face-to-face. And the sparks flew immediately. And they’ve never stopped flying.
And now *TAA-DAA* I am Mrs. Scope!!!! :-)
Whoddathunkit? I mean, when I started up this dorky little blog I never really thought someone might actually want to read it (puh-leeze)…. or that I’d make real life friends because of it (c’mon)…. or that I’d meet my future husband on it (shaddap ya face)….. but that’s life, right? You’re minding your own business one second and then *BAM* suddenly there’s a funny man from Chicago wanting to put a camera in your house the next!
I’ll be writing a more detailed wedding post soon. Ish. Or whenever I’m done sorting through the sixty-two trillion photos I took that day. Whatevs. Until then though, here’s a little snippet of what we did leading up to the wedding:
Scope flew in four days before the big day and we spent that time finishing up all things weddingy…. and rounding up our relatives, trying to meld everyone’s mess of conflicting plans, schedules, expectations and requests into one well-oiled, functioning machine.
Or at least a somewhat less messy blob of some kind….
(Criminy! You wouldn’t believe the flaming hoops I had to jump through to get that tiny handful of people together there for dinner that night at the insistence of two of them. About two hours before that picture was taken I was curled in a ball on my bedroom floor, crying my eyes out because of it all! Gah! But it was worth it in the end; everyone had a good time…. I think. And if not, I soooooooooo don’t wanna know about it. Just shhhhhhhh, don’t tell me.)
Friday, the day before our wedding, Scope and I took 25 members of his family and friends into downtown Seattle to go sightseeing.
This may not have been the brightest idea we’ve ever had.
Ever tried to herd 25 over-stimulated, distracted, excited people in the same direction at once? No? I have…. when I was a Kindergarten teacher and we went on a field trip to the zoo. But, frankly, that was easier because kids on a field trip know to hold hands and follow the leader. Sightseeing adults? Yeah, not so much. I spent so much time counting heads, running back and forth looking for wandering group members, and juggling questions, that I was utterly exhausted by lunchtime. Like serious zombified exhaustion.
Scope rescued me and snuck me away for a private lunch, just the two of us, for a much needed break before rejoining the group. (All together now: awwwwwwwwwwww.) When we rejoined the group it was to find that half of them had decided to go off on their own and do the Underground Tour, which made the rest of our sightseeing a bit more manageable.
We saw the Pike Place Market….
….and the Gum Wall….
….and the Space Needle….
….and other Seattleish sights….
And then before we knew it, we were running alarmingly late and racing out of the city in a panic to the Fairwood Golf & Country Club for our wedding rehearsal. We speed-changed our clothes in a public bathroom and burst onto the scene at the FG&CC only a mere minute late. Score!
The rehearsal went fantastically….
….and afterwards we went to the rehearsal dinner, where Scope gave a simultaneously side-splitting and touching speech (he’ll be posting it over on his blog soon), where I did—uhhhhhhhhh—whatever it is that I do….
….and where I got a call from Scope’s relatives who had stayed behind in Seattle to do the Underground Tour. Remember them? They got lost on their way back out of Seattle and wanted a local Seattleite (that would be me) to talk them back onto the right road:
Them: “We don’t know where we are. I think we took a wrong turn somewhere. How do we get back to the expressway?”
Me: “Well, I need to know where you are first. Are there any landmarks or buildings near you?”
Them: “Yes! Starbucks!”
Aaaaaaaaaaaand on that note, I’m going to pause this tale. Next time, I’ll tell you all about our wedding day, swearsies, but while you’re waiting for me to get my act together on that, go check out our fabulous photographer Rachel Rausch Johnson’s special sneak peek blog post about our day! (CLICK HERE) The pictures are FANTASTIC! You’ll love them! I do!