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When people think of me marrying, they:
Clutch their chests and curse.
Begin recommending marriage counselors to my fiancé.
Point at my fiancé and whisper "SUUUCKER!"
Ask why.
Congratulate me.
When I invite people to my ceremony, they:
Know to bring their own food.
Have a stopwatch set for how long the marriage will last.
Feel honored to be invited.
Know that I have made a wise choice in partners.
Plan on hearing lots of swearing from me.
When I was choosing bridesmaids, I:
Wondered if there was anyone left on earth that would agree to be seen with me.
Asked my grandmother if any of her bridsesmaids could break away from the nursing home to help me out.
Knew exactly who to call, and knew they would love to be asked.
Had a difficult time narrowing down the list.
When my bridesmaids accompanied me to select a dress, they:
Knew this was going to be a really fun day together.
Hoped I would let them have the large fries for lunch because I am so cheap.
Knew they would be asked to buy lots of expensive things they could never use again.
Knew I would be tasteful and considerate of them.
Hid in fright, when it was discovered the dress was not made in my size.
Whimpered. A lot.
I will probably explode if:
The flowers arrive less than 3 hours early.
The punch is the wrong shade of pink.
I can only remember my last boyfriend's name when the pastor asks me to repeat my vows.
This question does not apply to me.
The groom doesn't show up.
If my flowers or cake are a few minutes late, I will:
Not notice.
Notice, but understand that those things happen.
Ask testily if there is enough time to display them properly.
Accuse the driver of being late for spite.
Assume my drama queen persona and throw a vase at the driver.
If the pastor mispronounces my name at the ceremony, I will probably:
Scream, "My life is over!"
Loudly demand a "do-over."
Stick out my tongue at him in front of everyone.
Loudly correct him.
Quietly correct him.
Do nothing; he's probably right anyway.
If someone mentions that the decorations in the reception hall are a little odd, I will probably:
Ask if he or she could have done better, with a sneer on my lip and a biting tone.
Uninvite him or her on the spot.
Sarcastically ask him or her for help.
Politely ask him or her for help.
Cry.
Thank him or her for helping me avoid a visual disaster.
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