Tying the Knot

We did it.  I'm officially Mrs. Christopher Willis.  Though not traditional through and through, I will be changing my name from Jennifer Elizabeth Monforton to Jennifer Monforton Willis.  Lots of vowels. 

The wedding went off without a hitch.  It's funny..... you plan for so long, the stress builds to a point of almost-explosion and then the day finally arrives.  There isn't a thing I would change about our wedding day; Chris and I are sad it's all over.  At least our dog isn't a bastard dog anymore.

The whole kit-and-caboodle showed up; friends, family and most importantly, Greta Fat Pants.  She was a champ all weekend and only threw up once (after brunch on Sunday because she was hungover).

Since Greta's mom was helping me with bride bullshit, Greta was being overseen by her dadda.  Dave impressingly dressed her in awesome-non-matching outfits, which is just how Aunt Jennie likes it.  Greta is very soft in her 5 months of development and likes to touch people's faces.  During the ceremony, Greta made teradactyl noises so that everyone knew she was present and counted for. 

Also, I'd like to add that I drank an entire bottle of champage myself on Saturday night.  I have a whole new respect for Adrienne and Susanne (who love the champagne)..... I put myself in a wheelchair that night.

On to better and brighter things...... CHRISTMAS.  I have already began the pre-planning stages of transforming our home into a Tartan Dream Holiday Magical Shire.



For those of you that don't yet realize, the pictures about are NOT my home.  I wish.  Chris and I actually bought a new couch last night-- its a dark brown corduoroy material in a sectional shape.  The comfort level of this couch kicks ass; it literally sucks you in.  Being placed in the fireplace room, we need to still figure out how we're going to paint, or, how we are going to panel the walls.



Plaids and tartans look awesomely rich during any season, so I may try and convince Chris to keep our fireplace room cozy and den-like.

















The Sedin Sisters

I'm a shitty blogger.  There.  I admit it.  I have strayed from my fans.  This whole wedding hoopla
(as K Kardashian has put it) is really all-encompassing.  Literally.  In 2 weeks I will be walking down the aisle and I'm not prepared.  Financially, the wedding has gotten way out of hand.  Originally, I wanted a small, intimate affair with immediate family and close friends.  200 people later, Chris and I are knee-deep in wedding shit.  I'm so thankful for my parents and Chris' mom for being emotionally supportive and labor-lending.  Might I also add that wedding planning shows people's true colors.  I will not elaborate on that last comment.

The bright shiny light has been my sister visiting from Bloomington, bringing along her little hobbit, Miss Greta Fat Pants.  2 blowouts down and a sleeping 5-month-old on my bed, Carrie, Greta and I were able to tackle some tasks on the wedding list.  We purchased bridesmaid's gifts and got the hook-up with a sweet and not pretty bustier (to wear underneath my dress).  If I had fake boobs I wouldn't need a bustier, but since I'm not a 34 A, I need all-things-having-to-do-with-framing-a-house surrounding my bust.  IDEA-- I should open up a bra store.  That's right.  BRA STORE.  For any chic with real hooters, they could make a pitstop at my store and get the hook up with bras that ACTUALLY fit and make the rack look fab.

We took Kasia to the dog park this morning.  I always encounter at least one fanatical dog person.  In today's case it was Margaret a.k.a. Diane.  Diane had a golden retriever named Buddy.  Buddy and Kasia laid down next to eachother and felt the breeze in their ears.  Then, we saw Mr. Pittsburgh Penguins Jersey guy.  Mr. PPJ guy was talking about how Sidney Crosby is like the 2nd coming.  Gimme a break.  Sid is a decent hockey player but frankly, a huge pussy.  Never willing to throw off the gloves, Big Sid can definitely shoot and score, but incapable of throwing a gangster McCarty style haymaker.

As the weekend comes to a close, Chris and I are relaxing in the TV room (Carrie and Greta are in the other room).  If there is a Hawks game on and in the same room as Chris, I am subject to watch the game.  Gag me.  The cool thing about tonight's game is that there has been lots of smack talk.  Playing the Vancouver Canucks, the Hawks threw out alot of smack talk before the game = fights = awesome.  I'm hoping that the Sedin losers get some chin music because they are dirty.  The Sedins are like two Tim Tebows, which is too many Tebows in one rink.