"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other
people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out
your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow
your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly
want to become. Everything else is secondary." - Steve Jobs
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As of today, Mark and I have 239 days until we officially become Murforelli (according to my iPhone's "Wedding Day" application that I impulsively downloaded a week ago.)
I'll openly admit: I'm procrastinating; haven't designed, printed or mailed a single Save the Date, and I'm still hedging on what to do about a dress. People (like Bobby Crocker, Cho, Mark, and Mom-orelli) are starting to call foul on my dragging feet.
Eeeeeeeeek.
So I'll just say that as soon as my husband-to-be returns from business travel on Saturday, we will resume nuptial progress with a vengence. We're not really that far behind (although we may be according to Mindy Weiss, who I'm avoiding like the truancy officer in high school):
- date set
- venue chosen
- menu done (preliminary, but still)
- registries sorta done
- officiant...yep!
One of the big planning conundrums involved us not wanting to get married in church, but instead outside at the restaurant. We both wanted a very personal ceremony, and thought one location would be easier logistically, too, since we are offering a shuttle for guests staying at the hotel. After much family debate, that's our plan, and check out the kook who's agreed to marry us:
It's the Reverend Bobby Crocker, our own personal preacher man! We are very excited about having him do the honors, to say the least. Onward, turtles...

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