Wedding Stuff - Planning Weddings is Hard and I Do Not Know How to Girl

Veils come in different types.
Like, they attach to your head in different ways (all of which have names you're supposed to know), they have different lengths (like 7 of them, all of which you're supposed to know), and different WIDTHS for Goddess' sake... all of which you're supposed to know.
*dies of girlfail*

Also, I do not know any of the terms for wedding dresses other than 'empire waist.'
WTF is a court train?
Send Halp Plz.

/whining


On the upside, I have amazing people willing to help me every step of the way, up to and including loaning me pieces of their own wedding finery.

Thank Goddess, because I suck at this LOL

How to Plan a Wedding Without Losing Your Sanity, Your Budget, or Your Friends.

...I'm still figuring this out. LOL

In fact, I think that may end up with a separate blog.

First Group Motorcycle Ride

Logan and I took on another project.

I know, I know, who's shocked? *listens to the crickets*

But seriously, I'm so tired of only knowing other motorcyclists who basically race when they ride together and don't really ride together. Plus, most of them appear to be in a contest to see who's the most suicidal.
Not my gig- I don't have a spare parent for the Wolfcub if I decide to get myself killed.

But I knew that I had to know some other riders who ride more reasonably... so I set out to find them.

I started a group on Facebook for folks who wanted to ride, and sort of cruise the many awesome backroads of north Georgia- and most importantly, who didn't mind our kids being involved. So now we have a small group of other riders, and we get together once a month or so and go spend a day riding together. We use MSF standard group riding techniques, but since Logan and I have bluetooth-linked helmets, we ride head and tail most of the time to make communication easier. We also have a chase car for the kids, so that they can meet us- and, in the case of this first ride, bring dry clothes!

For our first ride, we started a bit of a clusterfisk. I was running late coming back from a wedding, and everyone else was running late as well. We ended up leaving a solid hour and a half later than intended, to the point that one rider had to go home rather than ride with us.
We met at Logan's shop, which let him check over all of the bikes easily, but got caught in a pop-up shower that further delayed us. At least we only had 2 children, instead of 5-6, so our chase car was my little Yaris with its 30+mpg, instead of Britt's Honda Pilot.
When we finally left, we took 400 north to Hwy 369, then popped onto Hwy 9 for a nice easy cruise to Dahlonega. Since it was our first ride together, we chose a very easy route to ensure we could stay together and our chase car could keep up (although they had the route and rendezvous point in case we got separated).

We eventually hit Dahlonega, dried out at Bourbon Street Grille with the kids, and wandered my favorite small town for a little while before heading home. OVerall, it was a good shake-down ride.

Riding up Hwy 9 in staggered formation

Wolfcub on Uncle DJ's bike

The ladies in the chase car

Turning in a staggered formation (we dropped to single file in the twistier areas)

Lessons from it:

• Plan to rendezvous at least 45 minutes before anticipated ride time. 
• Leave without people if necessary. Seriously. 
• Where possible, have folks bring dry clothes if the forecast shows a likelihood of showers. That's part of what a chase car is for. 
• Make sure, next time, to bring more entertainment for the kids, as a fun ride for adults on motorcycles is not nearly as pleasant for toddlers trapped in a car. 

Best Mother's Day Ever

So, this thing happened.

I'll probably be posting more as I figure out wedding planning stuff :-D

Context: Mother's Day is a rough day for me. I've had 6 mothers, and all but 1 of them are dead, or gone from my life. Mother's Day sucks.
Wolfcub's conception day is Mother's Day, however- Rush took me to the Mother's Day pow-wow our first year together, and we spent all day watching the fancy dances.
Do you know what fancy dances are, folks?
They're giant effing fertility rituals.
Do you know how to make your birth control null and void?
Spend all day at a fertility ritual, apparently. Sigh.
So with Rush dead, Mother's Day sucks all over again and on a whole new level!

This Mother's Day, Logan brought me tea in bed, and Wolfcub climbed up with me (continuing his tradition of stealing my tea in bed on Mother's Day), while Logan knelt by the bed. I literally didn't notice that he was kneeling, because I thought he was just avoiding looming over me by standing next to the bed.
Then I realized he was reaching into his pocket. And Wolfcub was bouncing. He asked Wolfcub if there was something he wanted to say to me, and was clearly trying to prompt him. I didn't know if it was just a, "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!" he was trying to get out of him, so I just stayed calm, but my heart was pounding.
Poor Wolfcub was clearly trying to say whatever they'd rehearsed, but finally just blurted out, "Marry Logan!!!!" as Logan held up the ring.
I could only cry and nod and give him my hand, too choked up for words.

It was perfect- low-key, sweet, and romantic.
Best Mother's Day Ever.