Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Lindsey=my fathers middle name
Marie=my grandmother's middle name
Dawson=my families name and my oldest nephews first name
Does it get anymore sentimental that those? How can I just give them up. Justin will be my husband...and I want to take his name. But for some reason I'm having some internal conflict about this. And the spelling is an issue....Lindsey is commonly misspelled. (with an E, with an A, with a Y....you name it...I have seen it). My current last name is fairly simple...people can sound it out. My new last name, "Haire" is a disaster for spellers....Haire, Har, Hare, Hair........I'm already twitching at the thought of someone spelling my name...."Lindsay Hare" (twitch, twitch)
So the question is....do I drop my middle name? Do I keep them all and add Justin's name? Do I hyphenate? Oh the possibilities.
I guess I'll just have to get use to going to restaurants and putting our name on the waiting list and answering the question..."What's the last name?"....."Haire, that's H-A-I-R-E"
Monday, June 14, 2010
We also got this beauty too! I was at home sick one day from work and was startled by the Fed Ex man. No worries he left a huge box....and it was a GRILL!!! It was a gift from my parents. Boyfriend and I were SO excited.
Thanks to everyone for being so giving.
We are having a great time!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Yes, it went into the bathroom. TMI maybe?
Visited a terminal or two.
I called the Delta customer service line days before my flight and told them I would be traveling with my wedding dress and asked what my options were. (responsible right?) They assured me that I would have no problem, just to notify the flight attendant and my dress could be hung.
Well apparently my flight attendant was having a bad day. Because that is my wedding dress crammed into the smallest overhead bin in the world.
Note Bridezilla moment #1. I looked at her like she was CRAZY! Then notified the girl next to me that they had one hacked off bride on their hands. Whew, I was blowing steam! The kind young lady clearly felt my pain. She helped me move a few bags and lay my dress nicely in the overhead bin. On my connecting flight from Atlanta I had no problems. That flight attendant was having a fine day and offered to hang my dress in the Captain's closet. :)
I finally made it to Arkansas with dress in hand.
There it is, safely in my closet at my parents in Arkansas. Whew, what a little adventure.