Lazy Cake Decorating

Not our baker, she's not lazy at all. But we didn't want to subject her to making a billion sugar flowers for one of our cakes, so we bought some online for her to just paste onto the cake later. We love her, so we figured anything we could do to make her life easier we'd just go ahead and do it ourselves. You can get flowers from a few places, just individually or as cake kits. We bought ours from Gail Watson Cake but Wendy Kromer has a lot of other really cute options if you're looking!


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They came in the mail in a not-so-secure feeling box wrapped in bubble wrap. Not individually, just kinda stuffed in there. So a bunch flew across the table when we first opened the box. They didn't break, though, so they're mildly durable, although certainly not Miss GB-level-clumsy proof, so we put them away quickly.

Note the Halo 3 box put in the photo oh-so cleverly as a hint that Mr. GB wants gamer tags so he can get his ass whooped. He's terrible at FPS.


ps - they smell better than they taste. I just ate one and it has a slightly yucky aftertaste.... like.. pee. Not that I drink pee, but you know, if I were to, this is the aftertaste I would imagine.

pps - Mr. GB likes them, so I am convinced he must like the taste of urine. If I find a suspicious empty glass in the bathroom, I'll let you know.

80's Neon Christmas Tree

This is how I felt putting on this borrowed Korean Hanbok. My mother was very adamant about wanting to involve us in a Korean ceremony. She's trying to block a full hour for it, but honestly, our main ceremony is 20 minutes at the most and most of our guests don't speak a lick of Korean, including Mr. GB. But she's my mom and so I gave in and put on the outfit for a few minutes while she pinned it.


sorry for the blurry weird image, it was late at night and very dark... although I do let off my own florescent glow...

Mr. GB is being firm in not wanting to put on anything different for the ceremony, threatening to give my mom a live duck wrapped in ceremonial cloth if she tries anything funny. She just responds with a smack to his shoulder and a "Noooooo!" We're picking and choosing what we'd like to do. My sister had her husband carry her on his shoulders are bowing to receive blessings from family.

My parents want to throw chestnuts at me, having me catch them in my skirt - the chestnuts I catch is how fertile I am, so I've been told. Mr. GB says this is creepy and the imagery is too close to the whole sperm and egg, so he's vetoing it.


It's very difficult to get a straight answer out of my mother about what other ceremony options we have. Has anyone else had a Korean ceremony that was interesting and fun for non-koreans to watch?

And now, for something completely different

I like Hello Kitty, I admit it. I have a few odd hello kitty paraphernalia that I collected over the years. You know, Hello Kitty douche set (i kid you not), Badtz Maru Condoms, Hello Kitty Maxipads... the usual. Mr. GB has no idea how much I used to bathe myself in Hello Kitty goods, buying as much as I could and drooling over the Hello Kitty Vespa... but those days are over. I still look at the Sanrio website from time to time though and found a Hello Kitty Wedding Line! I could start over with the wedding planning if we were only a few weeks away.... a Hello Kitty themed wedding!

(I'm not posting the Hello Kitty Wedding dress MONSTROSITY because it's just that, a pink horror with lace. And it's not Sanrio official!)

Hello Kitty Ring Pillow:


Hello Kitty Floral Arrangement:


Hello Kitty... Rings?


Beyond this, Sanrio will help you engrave mirrors, toasting glasses, and even make Senbei (crackers) with Kitty and Daniel burned into them as favors. Permanently mark your future husband as a total spineless sucker by forcing him to carry Hello Kitty dolls and wear a Hello Kitty tie... driving away in a Hello Kitty car.

This is my dream. Mr GB in all pink despite his skin being pink... turning him into a formless blob of pink that from afar looks naked. (it's frightening when he tries t wear pink.)

Lost in a sea of to-do lists.

We're counting down the days and starting to panic. So many things to iron out and finalize and... start and finish. Oops, I put too many projects off and I have to start them this week!

One of those emergencies was quickly fixed by the nice people over at Paper Monkey Press. We realized on Friday that our table numbers were only one sided, not two sided as we had wanted! So they let us go to their studio, drop them off, and we picked them up yesterday! It was a really fast turn around and we've been nothing but thrill with the quality of the letterpressing. You don't need to be a designer to work with them, you just have to follow their guidelines as on their website and they can make your own designs a paper-pressed reality!


menu, drink label, place card, directions, invite, horizontal sign, two sided table number, git tag, rsvp envelope and two sided rsvps
This is the overview of everything we have received from their press! Only our save-the-dates were not done by them as we didn't really have much time for it.

Sorry I've been absent, it's a mad house over here and I.. uh... kinda injured my foot and have been whining and hobbling around the house. Mostly whining.

ps. the nuvaring did the trick and I pushed it a week later and have been drinking a ton of water and wishing I could run off that 1.5" I gained from using it... stupid broken-feeling foot!

Feeling Productive

Between having a bridal brunch with my sister and some friends, walking out with a whole lot of anthropologie and a box of sweettarts that I have been eating non stop for the past 2 days, a wedding on Sunday, and beating Blue Dragon in the evenings... we've been pretending that we're not getting married and that we have nothing to do. So when we woke up this morning, we sadly went through our catering proposal to write up a list of questions so we were prepared for our Thursday call... tired and not at all interested in hearing about coffee bean options, I felt like a pile of uninspired, unmotivated goo.... until the doorbell rang.

Whenever I get a package in the mail that I forgot was coming, it makes me feel like I'm on top of things. So as I ran down the stairs (I was wearing pants for once) I got a few packages, and sadly, no rsvps. We're missing about 1/3 of them, some of which I have found out are NOT coming... not the people, they are coming, but they are refusing to rsvp on principle. They don't want to "conform to societal expectations." I have a big middle finger to those people who think it's above them to send a prepaid envelope with a check box back to me!!! See if I don't poop on your plate and say "oooo well, someone should have checked fish and sent back the rsvp! no rsvp/no meal choice = poo for lunch!"

Anyway, back to the package. I wanted a clutch for the wedding to fill with candy and my DS... um.. I mean makeup and essentials. Right... I don't wear makeup, so it will go entirely unused and fill up space, probably spilling on the inside of the bag by the end of the day. I can just imagine myself dusting off a powder covered skittle and eating it.


I ordered it online from Lily Wigglesworth Bags, which is worth ordering from just for the name "Wigglesworth". It was a whopping $40.20! Ok, so shipping from the UK isn't the cheapest thing, but it's still not a huge expense and it arrived in less than a week!



I feel like I'm on top of things now... just enough to ignore the rest of those emails and calls I should be making and go back to playing some yahoo games! Thank goodness for casual gaming distractions!

Ridiculous DIY Project #3.

The first being our invites, which still cause Mr. Gummi Bear to sigh audibly whenever I mention it... the second being the pillows, which I have pawned off on slaves. (amazingly, they are all done!) and the last...

Our wedding favors. Oh yes, this will be the largest and worst project, mostly because it MUST be done on the day before. It's going to take at least 3 people, and thankfully, we have two girls we're bringing as slaves to help. We ordered 300 macarons, 100 of each flavor, from Miette Patiserrie, bought a lot of cello wrap, cut 600 pieces of 6" ribbon, and 3 large cookie jars.



I think it's cute! Ridiculous. Pointless. Extraneous. But Cute.
Does anyone have really small, talented fingers and nothing to do on a Friday? It's only 300 cookies... it's not so bad. Mr. Gummi Bear's fat hobbit fingers can't do it - so it's just the girls! Who need a rehearsal anyway!

My Little Friend, the BC.

It's a sensitive subject - but this is something that all girls have to think about before their wedding. The BC.

BC stands for two things for me, both of which are pretty much destroyers of my happiness.

1) Bloody C*nt. (thanks to a friend, who calls it this and I thought it was fitting)
Ok, so graphic and disgusting, but if we're out and I'm feeling particularly crappy, I can turn to Mr. Gummi Bear and say I'm having "the BC" then I'm not telling the world "Hey everyone!!! I'm menstruating like crazy over here!!!!!"

I get mad pms bloating. for about a week before my friend visits me, I gain about 1.5 inches all over and feel just disgusting until after it's all over. I also get happy cramps that make me cry naked on the bathroom floor. Always naked, I don't know, it just happens - my stomach cramps and my clothes all disintegrate. On top of this, I'm irregular.


2) Birth Control.
I'm the kind of person who gets every possible symptom of any medication you take - if it says you may gain weight, within 24 hours I'm retaining 50 gallons of water and feeling like my pants are going to rip. Vomiting? Hell yea! Anything that CAN go wrong, will, so I can't take any birth control. It makes me emotional, nauseous, sickly, and makes me gain 15 lbs within the first month and then 5 lbs every month after. Imagine my dismay after 6 months of being on birth control and going up 2 pants sizes in college.



Now, since I'm irregular, I'm either going to be PMSing or on my period during my wedding. I thought "ok, I can handle this" at first, but I'm realizing that if I'm 1.5 inches larger in my dress than planned, it's just not going to fit. So I had to decide - hope and pray that all my years of experience and months of going through this were wrong and I'd have a wonderful happy awesome non sickening weight gaining period... or risk getting on BC for one week and push it off.

I chose the latter. So today, I popped in a nuvaring and will be waiting for one week to try and keep the BC at bay just long enough to push it until a week or two after the wedding.

Is there anything anyone can recommend for trying to keep my body normal during this week and maybe help me flush any extra chemicals after I take it out? What do other girls do? Is there anything other than drinking a pool's worth of water that might help me get rid of some of this water retention and super-bloat?

Honey, it's stuck! ... sucker.

I've become one of THOSE girls. Yes, we went to pick up the wedding ring and I put it on my finger... then off to have photos taken for appraisal, then on again because we were going shopping and I didn't want to leave my ring in the car. Well, after ramming and pulling repeatedly, my knuckle was red and swollen, there was no hope of getting that little brat off my finger. Mr. GB, determined to keep me from wearing it before the wedding, conceded that my finger indeed looked like it was going to burst if I tried to remove it again and let me go about the rest of my day with it on.

But as expected, he has since forgotten I'm wearing it. So I'm just going to wear it and let him continue to think I took it off. He's not so much for the details, so he won't even notice unless someone outs me... and she will pay. (I assume it will be a she, but I swear to make whatever gender that crosses me pay equally.)


Early on we decided not to have matching rings - although we tried once or twice or find things that would match at least vaguely, we gave up. Instead, we opted to share a matching diamond. Just like Mr. GB's pink hidden diamond, I also have a small pink diamond among the standard whites. It's our little secret, just like his, right? No one will notice on their own, so unless you hive-goers are flappin' your lips, it's our secret pink bond.





Again, both were made by Eric Trabert Goldsmiths in San Francisco, someone who is worth seeing if you want really beautiful custom work.

oh, Mr. Gummi Bear, you're such a sucker. I'm wearing this ring until the morning of the ceremy, where I will take it off for about 15 minutes and then put it back on.

Last Month of FREEDOM!!

It's down to the last month of singlehood - time to get in those last minute flings and wild sex parties in!!

Honestly, though, I'm feeling half completely relaxed and half completely insane. How is that possible? Well, nothing is technically going wrong at this point, there are a few things to smooth out, a few things that haven't arrived and vendors I haven't heard from... and most of my rsvps are still in the void. We think the USPS has eaten them, as we know a few people sent theirs and they have yet to arrive. But it's a kind of lull before the storm, I think. I can see feel the winds a-blowin' and the air is thick with the hurricane to come... or I could be misinterpreting my deep desire for a pair of bright wellies.

I know we're going to be busy, so I'm trying to soak up my few fake moments of calm. I mean, frankly, the only thing that is completely done and finalized is the venue and the cake - so I should be working my little butt off to get everything done before the end of this month so I can focus on the things that are inevitably going to break and need attention in October. By this I mean, I've spent all week avoiding doing anything wedding related other than making lists of thing to do and instead, have been sitting on my ass eating a whole lot of candy.

But don't worry, we have tons of to do lists! and that's a start, right? It probably doesn't help that we haven't even bothered to get our marriage license - but thanks to the last post by Miss Eggplant about how easy it is, I'm not worried. Online reservation here we come!

Back to eating candy, now - we'll call this week "Miss Gummi Bear's attempt at growing a sweet sweet booty for the wedding"

I want a flying squirrel...

and a pony... with wings. Oh, and to wish for more wishes.

I've been told by pretty much every boyfriend + his family + all friends that it is a complete and utter waste of effort to try and shop for me. I spend my day looking at Japanese webstores and researching good alternating between english and japanese. My tastes are indescribable and usually involve vintage goods on ebay or something only sold in one store in some random country that you have to special order.

I guess being asian, we always got that great envelope with a generic card that I am sure my non-english speaking grandmother did not choose with some cash stuffed into it. Not to say she doesn't love me and that I don't appreciate the thought, but I think the wit and sarcasm on a hallmark card in a language she doesn't understand is probably not something she can grasp.

So what does this mean? Our registry is non existent. That doesn't matter for my family, who can be trusted to bring their cards with the moola. But for everyone else, the things I want are not available in the US, not in stores with registries, or are vintage items on ebay that will be gone in 2 days 5 hours and 16 minutes. It doesn't help that when we bought our house, we weren't about to sit around saying "hmm.. well, we have no towels, but the wedding is only 12 months away... these old dishrags will have to do until then!" I'd feel like a jerk-face by registering at BB&B just because they are the only place that allows cash returns for wedding registry items.


I did make a wishlist on anthropologie, but you can't make two separately for housewares and clothes.. so my registry is half cardigans (we all know anthropologie only sells cardigans and those wide leg pants.) and half furniture that I want to buy that isn't in any normal registry price range.

What are other picky shoppers and freaks doing? And something that people who have no idea how to use a computer can easily manage? I'm thinking of asking people to give us nothing. Better nothing than a box of well wrapped guilt, I say!


ps. Anthropolgie is having their upholstery sale, and this sofa has my name all over it.

I'm turning blue over here!

Normally Mr. GB goes to get the mail when the post rings the bell because I have a tendency to only be half dressed at all times, but he was in the bathroom (haha, now the whole world knows you potty!) and so I threw a sweatshirt on and ran down the stairs. It was addressed to Mr. GB, and being the law abiding citizen and trusting girl that I am... I ripped that sucker open within seconds of it being placed in my hands. Before Mr. GB had come out, I was running into the living room with my treasures.


This is about the point where I was going "zomg zomg zomg!!!!1111one" in that internet message board way. With the Zs and 1s included.




After my depression in not being able to get the birds for my cake topper, I hadn't expected a single bird to come to my door. Now I have 3 special secret birds!

Mr. GB says not to hold my breath (yea, uh huh) because he doesn't want me to get disappointed, but there might be more in our future. More birds?! After a few 15 minutes of being shaken vigorously and beat up for secret keeping, I.... totally didn't calm down. Now I am going to hold my breath, and like a 6 year old in the back seat I'll be asking him every 30 minutes until the morning of "are they coming yet???" He can threaten to turn the car around, but I'm keeping the birds even if he's leavin'.




I am SO totally marrying you.

but it's not easter...

We, like the now Mrs. Plum (congratulations!), also purchased those little nests from William Sonoma. They were having a sale, so we snatched them up and bought a poop-ton. Actually W-S tried to screw us and told us we could not have them for the sale price in a little formal letter they sent us in the mail. Mr. GB called in hurry and after being denied a bunch of times for the sale price at which we purchased the nests at, he was transferred to a supervisor and immediately given the correct price. While this was annoying, +1 for W-S customer service for giving us the advertised price with not too much nudging. I don't know why, but I've come to expect the worst possible service from anyone these days. I feel abused.



However, unlike my smarter fellow bee, I didn't think too much of what was going to go into the nests, so we're here with a lot of nests and nothing to go in them. I thought of maybe putting jordan almonds in them, but honestly, I hate jordan almonds. No offense to anyone who uses them, but I'm a militant anti-nut (despite being one myself) and think that covering a nut in what would otherwise be well used sugar is a sin. You'd see me at the wedding table with a plate of soggy nuts after chipping and sucking the coating off and spitting them back out. It's attractive, I know - but it's my wedding and if I want to suck the nuts and spit them out, you are still obligated to tell me I'm gorgeous and that I'm glowing. Even with that piece of almond skin stuck to my upper lip, dammit.

So save me - save me from having to endure looks of mild disgust while people stare at my wet-nut covered plate while they force out a fake compliment, vurping a little into their mouths. There is little chance that my clumsy ass won't inevitably drool some straight onto my dress, and in a dog like body-shake, all over Mr. GB and some guests. Is there any way to get cute egg chocolates without offering my first born to the Easter Bunny to make early deliveries?