GuestCam Photos

All bazillion photos taken with the cameras passed around at the reception have been uploaded for your viewing pleasure--go here for the link.

The photos taken by the professional photographer still haven't been released and now I'm starting to worry it's because all the photos of me turned out really bad. (Call me insecure, I can handle it.) (No I can't--who am I kidding?) Anyway, as soon as she uploads them to her preview site, I'll post a link here so you can see them.

By the way, if you took any photos using your own camera, I want to see them! You can upload them (free) at the same site where the GuestCam photos are posted. Unless the photos of me turned out really bad, in which case I hope you will please destroy them immediately.

Monday's Stray Neurons

Miscellaneous thoughts for the day:

Sarah Palin: Part of my daily reading includes the online issue of a UK newspaper, the Daily Mail (my new sister in law is horrified that of all the English newspapers, I read this particular one--it's like the National Enquirer, except more newsy). Anyway, here's what they have to say about Sarah Palin--too funny, especially the line about moose hunting being the Alaskan equivalent to playing darts.

Wedding Photos: We're still waiting to see the professional photographer's photos, but yesterday I picked up the photos guests took with the cameras passed around at the reception. Morley and I were so busy during the reception that we missed most of what was going on, but looking through the photos gave us an idea of what everyone was up to while we were eating cake and working the crowd. Obviously, there was a lot of fun going on that we missed out on entirely.

Here are a few good shots taken with the guest cameras:

...and here's my favorite (so far):

A couple of classy broads. I just love those girls.

I'll post more on the wedding website today and tomorrow. There's nearly 700 shots so it will take me awhile to go through them and get the best ones uploaded.

(PS: Shea and Brandi, please don't kill me. I couldn't help myself, truly I couldn't.)

The Gilligan

Even though the captives passengers aboard the rental houseboat Gilligan had no cameras (or food, or beverage, or luggage, or running water, or power, or lights, or working toilets, or anything else for that matter) my niece Heather managed to take a photo of the magnificent vessel before we returned it to the rental company to demand (and receive) a full refund.

I really do plan to tell the story of our wedding night gone wild, but first I'm waiting for our symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome to subside. In the meantime, you can get a few insights into the events of that fateful night by reading the chatter in the guestbook (first link at top right).

By the way, the photographer has sent a few of the wedding photos and I've posted them on the pages of our wedding website: http://www.susanmohr.com/.

Hitched

PS: lots more photos plus a tale of mass terror on the high seas to follow soon

PSS: Actually mass terror is probably a bit of overstatement since the only person in terror was me wondering if Bratley was going to kill me once he got back on dry ground. And it happened on a low lake not on the high seas. But I do have a doozie of a story to tell you when I finish catching up on approximately 2,458 emails and get to the bottom of my voicemail.

PSS: He didn't kill me but he wanted to

Ephinany

Yesterday I had an ephinany of epic proportions: it suddenly dawned on me that in less than a week I'm going to be a married woman. Holy crap.