Zipp-ity-doo-daaaaaa, zipp-ity ayyyyyy…

Yes, we did survive the meeting with the priest. Poor Chris, he was trying to be all logical with me last night before we went to meet Fr. Dalton. I finally had to tell him that my being nervous had nothing to do with logic. Somehow knowing that I’m being illogical wasn’t enough to make me less nervous. But everything went well, Fr. Dalton did not throw us out on ears, and we’ve got the paperwork started. The session was mostly administrative, and lasted about 40 minutes. Basically what’s left is Fr. Dalton has to call people who have known us since birth (in my case, Mom & Dad, in Chris’ case, his Mom & his Aunt). I guess the theory is to make sure that one or the other of us isn’t hiding something that would make us unable to make a good decision to get married. (how many years was she in the drunk tank???) Then I have to get a recent copy (not the original) of my baptismal certificate, an okee dokee from Fr Blood who is the parish priest for St Cecilia’s to let Fr Tom do the wedding, and we have 4 pre-wedding sessions to attend in September. It’s not nearly as complex as what my cousin Barb was describing to me for the Boulder diocese. I don’t know how one would have time to actually plan the wedding with all of the stuff that they have to do. So anyway, it’s just a relief to have this underway.

I’ve also gotten the invitations almost done and ready to order. We overrode Dad’s desire to have a kegger in the backyard, and, with the help of the Moms, got the wording ironed out. It helps having an English teacher proof reading! Because as you know from reading this blog, I tend towards the ee cummings school of punctuation. And it would be far worse if I didn’t have my handsome & intelligent fiancée (in this picture, the guy with the glasses) proof-reading and correcting my most egregious errors.

- posted by cam @ 9:07 AM