going to the chapel

Just to keep everyone guessing...My father started hyperbaric treatment last Monday. He has completed five days in the oxygen coffin and has fifteen more to go. Please keep praying for his spirits to stay high.

Okay, seriously, I've decided that weddings are just about the worst things ever. I know, I know, it's supposed to be the happiest time in your life, blah, blah, but this can just get out of control. I mean, the thought of not having the big white wedding is devastating, but so is the agony of family drama, hurt feelings, details upon details, and money. Lots of money. I did find a dress on Saturday. It is beautiful and right now, it is a size ten. So, I can either gain a letttle bit of weight before the wedding or have it altered. I'm going with the alterations. The following photo is not my dress for the wedding. However, there were so many wonderful ruffles and I just decided to sit my little self down and have a rest. Mom caught the moment.



I'm looking forward to a couple of weekends in Birmingham. I have been out of town the last five out of six weekends and I'm pooped!