Mawige.

On December 13th FrenchBoy and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary. Well, actually we have 2 wedding dates: one for the legal ceremony, and another for the religious ceremony, but for us, December has always been when we felt married.

We didn't really have anything planned for the occassion, but at the last minute I got us dinner reservations at Osaka, the only good Japanese restaurant I know of in Metz.

It was a great dinner not only becasue the food was better than we expected, but because we spent time laughing and joking about all the stuff that we'd been through, the insanity that went into planning both of our weddings days, the 3 months worth of paperwork and translations, and most of all we talked about how fast the time has gone by. I know it's a clichee, but dammit, time really does fly when you're having fun. And I just gotta say, I love FrenchBoy more than the day we got married. How is that even possible? I swear it just gets bigger and better every day.

And now, for more delightful cheesiness, Wedding Photos!



I can't quite remember what my brothers and I were laughing about 2.5 seconds before walking down the aisle, but I vaguely remember a joke about them throwing me down a flight of stairs.

"I feel happy!"

My DIY Bouquet that weighed 25 lbs.

Each reception table was named after a character in Pulp Fiction (FrenchBoy's Favorite film). So naturally we named the children's table "Honey Bunny". The head table was named "Marcellus" of course.

I have no idea why FrenchMother-in-law beat up the ring bearer and stole her 'lil pink pillow. I didn't see it, but I heard it was brutal. That's just wrong.

My DIY flower arrangements complete with matching pink jewelry.

Nothing says I love you quite like matching titanium.





I look pretty here, but my teefs look gi-normous! Be careful, I may bite you.

"Here kids. Take these bubbles and then go somewhere and shut the f*ck up and don't ruin my wedding reception. Thanks.

Doesn't FrenchBoy look exactly like his Nanna?

French Father-law tryin' to look hard with his dark shades....eventhough he cried like a baby through about 50% of the ceremony.

This is what happens when you put me and my 2 brothers in front of a camera together.

Just for reference. Right: Marcus, Left: Antonio. Center: Drunk Bride.

"If we smile any harder, our faces will break and the pieces will fall into our champagne."

So for those of you who are rolling your eyes and sighing at all the wedding cheese. Listen. After selling my one good kidney to pay for the photos and the dress, you're damn skippy I'm gonna whip the wedding photos out any chance I get. Hell, I'm still working on how to wear the dress again. Seriously, Pamela Anderson has nothin' on my bosoms when I'm wearin' that dress baby!

Aaah, good times.