<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094</id><updated>2009-10-14T04:54:02.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Creatives</title><subtitle type='html'>Emily is a Graphic Designer in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. This blog tracks her design inspiration as well as the planning of her October 2008 wedding.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4469344150582638262</id><published>2009-08-17T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:24:54.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Reception, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/07/love-again-cocktail-hour/"&gt; Cocktail Hour&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/08/17/love-again-the-reception-part-1/#comments"&gt; The Reception - part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was time to dance and eat candy! What could be better than that, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy buffet is definitely my favorite wedding trend. It is the single most talked about detail from our wedding, to this day. Plus, it made for some great memories! (And interesting cocktails, later on in the evening a table of friends were drinking champagne flavored and dyed with rock candy, delicious... or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple was worried that people would eat the candy necklaces off one another and it would turn into a fraternity mixer. I mean really, doesn't he know I come from a classy family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s1600-h/0117_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s400/0117_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370636554066024866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple and I know that sharing a candy necklace fulfills its one and only purpose. (If they were meant to be eaten solely by the wearer they would taste better and probably be wrapped in bacon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3SnDqTnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3c_tjVrkbSM/s1600-h/0133_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3SnDqTnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3c_tjVrkbSM/s400/0133_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603348500827762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Groomsman Phil was in attendance to represent the Lollipop Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gImHYJI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IFjv9LKcTUs/s1600-h/0660_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gImHYJI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IFjv9LKcTUs/s400/0660_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603580842008722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was upset that no one was sharing with him so he took matters into his own hands... or rather teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gmzd74I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3KnEDYngoSQ/s1600-h/081018_Ryan_Emily_53_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gmzd74I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3KnEDYngoSQ/s400/081018_Ryan_Emily_53_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603588951076738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike did a wonderful job as emcee and DJ. Having a laptop and sound system set-up was definitely the right choice for our wedding. I don't really come from a family of dancers and the crowd was small to begin with so music wasn't at the top of our budget priority list. After the announcements and official wedding stuff was done, Mike was able to pretty much let the computer do the hard work, with a few adjustments when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3UPMBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wVxceQ3b2y4/s1600-h/0568_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3UPMBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wVxceQ3b2y4/s400/0568_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603376453170850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He even got some of the employees from the River's Club line dancing, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3S0R3-MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/oZS1v9Xx-bQ/s1600-h/0554_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3S0R3-MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/oZS1v9Xx-bQ/s400/0554_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603352050104514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a lot of the night exposing the nether regions of my wedding gown. Man, was that dress heavy! My hips hurt by the end of the night from so much weight pushing down on them. As you can see my wine colored crinoline was long gone. It was much too much fabric, I was too hot and too poofy to really dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3Sbe7Z6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/sGyhRBMbydo/s1600-h/0123_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3Sbe7Z6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/sGyhRBMbydo/s400/0123_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603345393969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite photos, my nana and aunt Laurie dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3f47_9LI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ts7olUzxbK4/s1600-h/0652_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3f47_9LI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ts7olUzxbK4/s400/0652_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603576638829746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this one of my mom and sister too. Krissy thinks she doesn't look like our mom, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fv8VMCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9MfsbCq6CMg/s1600-h/0637_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fv8VMCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9MfsbCq6CMg/s400/0637_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603574224302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Pineapples-in-law, I am so lucky to be a part of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fM5LNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/NDgSPVpTWWM/s1600-h/0622_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fM5LNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/NDgSPVpTWWM/s400/0622_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603564815824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was a tired, hot mess by the end of the night. I could have fallen asleep in Mr. Pineapple's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up a look back at the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4469344150582638262?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4469344150582638262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4469344150582638262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4469344150582638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4469344150582638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-again-reception-part-2.html' title='Love Again: The Reception, Part 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s72-c/0117_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4347847564748380575</id><published>2009-08-16T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:21:07.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Reception, Part 1</title><content type='html'>I did something today that I have not done in a very long time. I continued writing my re-caps. It has been almost a year since Mr. Pineapple and I first married in a small cinder-block building in Clymer, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last posted several months ago cocktail hour was over and the party was just about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/07/love-again-cocktail-hour/"&gt; Cocktail Hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the introduction of the parents, bridal party and Mr. Pineapple and I, began the speeches from Sister Pineapple, Krissy and the Best Man, Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s1600-h/0086_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s400/0086_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584177615626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and Mr. P. were roommates throughout college and beyond. There were a few months when the three of us all lived together in a house with five cats. (In case you are wondering, five cats is way too many.) If there was anyone who could embarrass Mr. P. it was Erik. So, I have to admit I was a bit worried what Erik would have to say in his speech. In the end it was lovely and endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3-VAeDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/prg_GM8NpRk/s1600-h/0486_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3-VAeDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/prg_GM8NpRk/s400/0486_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584199193458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were almost always at odds growing up. We were both very much into the arts, attending the same magnet school. We had all of the same classes and same teachers, but thought we could not be more different. She went off to Carnegie Mellon's school of design for college and I almost immediately crossed it off my list of colleges. I thought I had spent enough time following in my sister's footsteps. Well, some how I find myself in a pool of orange-brown Jell-o, wrestling my sister, at a CMU frathouse a couple years later during the week of my freshman orientation. I won the match and things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister talks about hour our relationship took a turn when I started taking her out to lunch on my meal plan. We learned that we were not so different after all, in fact, it was probably because we were so much alike that we butted heads so often growing up. Now we are both graphic designers (I still claim she followed in my footsteps on that one) and we talk everyday. My sister's speech was so sweet and it made me glad to be, as she phrased it, her twin born three years late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SoglpkSPp7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3nVwktJhgVU/s1600-h/0083_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SoglpkSPp7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3nVwktJhgVU/s400/0083_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370583951684380594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was time for free-J Mike to cue the first dance music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3PeplUI/AAAAAAAAAws/onyT3qyoO1M/s1600-h/0097_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3PeplUI/AAAAAAAAAws/onyT3qyoO1M/s400/0097_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584186617435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I had been dating for just a few months and we were at our regular spot (and rehearsal dinner location) Smokin' Joe's. Mr. P. disappeared few a few moments. When he returned Howie Day's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brace Yourself&lt;/span&gt; starting playing from the juke box and he whispered into my ear, "I want to play this song at out wedding." And so was chosen the song for our first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDsP11WI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WFotn-LQBd8/s1600-h/0506_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDsP11WI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WFotn-LQBd8/s400/0506_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584400498382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmEA_NQmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/NuNU-9bsUck/s1600-h/081018_Ryan_Emily_63_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmEA_NQmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/NuNU-9bsUck/s400/081018_Ryan_Emily_63_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584406065758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks before our wedding my parents were visiting from Florida. I had spent almost every waking hour painting and repainting our home. I was stuck on the wall along the staircase. I had peeled layers of wallpaper off the wall, paper that had been there for decades. It wasn't going so well. No matter what I tried I couldn't get all the little pieces off the plaster. So my Dad and I got to work hanging drywall. As we measured and drilled I asked him what song he would like for the father daughter dance. "Country. Anything but that woman, I don't like her." I guessed he was referring to Sugarland, "Yeah her, not her." So I picked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Little Girl&lt;/span&gt; by Tim Mcgraw, country, simple, sweet and not Sugarland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogu5o7vemI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HtTlRVPdGWg/s1600-h/0527_edit_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogu5o7vemI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HtTlRVPdGWg/s400/0527_edit_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370594123414731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmF5I0P3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/dq3D-PjVKrE/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_59_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmF5I0P3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/dq3D-PjVKrE/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_59_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584438318317426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cut our cake right after the dances and before dinner. This allowed for the rest of the night to just happen, uninterrupted. We cut the cake without too much trouble - after we got the knife into the layer. Did you know they sometimes put a layer of board on top of the layers for support? We didn't. Turns out you cannot really cut through the board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl4NuwpiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MBIwrEY_HtI/s1600-h/0502_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl4NuwpiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MBIwrEY_HtI/s400/0502_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584203328005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there was no cake smashing for us. Which really disappointed my normally shy father. So much so that he requested a do-over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDF337OI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OS9YzECpjE4/s1600-h/0503_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDF337OI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OS9YzECpjE4/s400/0503_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584390197308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry Dad, that's not happening. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time for dinner and merriment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4347847564748380575?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4347847564748380575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4347847564748380575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4347847564748380575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4347847564748380575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-again-reception-part-1.html' title='Love Again: The Reception, Part 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s72-c/0086_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2373286425883997982</id><published>2009-05-07T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:38:24.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Cocktail Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052576461243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cocktail hour gave guests time to mingle and search the escort card trees for their seats. It also gave Mr. Pineapple and I the opportunity to sneak down stairs where hors d'ovres, drinks, and a few minutes alone were awaiting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEbk3lGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/p0Gy_zEM30c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_37_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEbk3lGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/p0Gy_zEM30c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_37_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052583788909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8WlH1GI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D3yPl8m8wEE/s1600-h/0064_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8WlH1GI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D3yPl8m8wEE/s400/0064_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052445008843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo of my grandfather and Mr. Pineapple's dad because although Mr. P and I were not there I can imagine exactly what they were talking about. My grandfather, a man of epic stories, was probably telling FIL P. about the many weddings he attended, only briefly, to deliver the beautiful cakes my grandmother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEZ8xLSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Q1p6SMiJ6cs/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_40LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEZ8xLSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Q1p6SMiJ6cs/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_40LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052583352282402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8rcuJaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f_h43Eme5VM/s1600-h/0391LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8rcuJaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f_h43Eme5VM/s400/0391LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052450610750882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple played the role of videographer throughout the night. One of my favorite parts of the video was the cocktail hour. She went around to all of the guests and asked them who was the prettiest bridesmaid. Of course, since she was the one asking, everyone said "Oh, you Kristina!" Then she went up to Kim and Lindsay and said "I have been asking everyone who the prettiest bridesmaids were and everyone has said you two!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO86AqziI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EM7bAM1NyEw/s1600-h/0398LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO86AqziI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EM7bAM1NyEw/s400/0398LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052454519623202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom Pineapple also got ahold of the video camera a couple times throughout the evening. Much of her video is of herself, holding the camera upside down and eating giant pixie sticks. She is an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8131ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WCVeeFeqik0/s1600-h/0399_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8131ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WCVeeFeqik0/s400/0399_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052453408826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I rejoined our guests with just enough time to say hello to everyone and hear the story of the prettiest bridesmaid before introductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be visiting with guests after the ceremony or will you wait for the reception introductions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2373286425883997982?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2373286425883997982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2373286425883997982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2373286425883997982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2373286425883997982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-again-cocktail-hour.html' title='Love Again: Cocktail Hour'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3497116812762011041</id><published>2009-04-30T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:02:00.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Post Ceremony Hugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s1600-h/0061_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s400/0061_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626144333396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a few moments after the wonderfully giant hug given to me by my hubby we were swarmed by the rest of the bridal party and our parents. Let the hug-a-thon begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowOzpGrZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aCJNcT7R35g/s1600-h/0058_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowOzpGrZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aCJNcT7R35g/s400/0058_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626139885317522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPcRk2iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WYlIvzwyTyQ/s1600-h/0374_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPcRk2iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WYlIvzwyTyQ/s400/0374_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626150792485410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to bustle my gown. There were 11 ribbons to be tied, my sister and mother raced to see who could get the most tied first. While still not missing any. I am not convinced that 11 was overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPfcZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/izSaKQDbAPs/s1600-h/0377_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPfcZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/izSaKQDbAPs/s400/0377_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626151643214226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's little fingers and working eyes won the race :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowO-jFf_I/AAAAAAAAAus/Olh76FUeRpA/s1600-h/0060_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowO-jFf_I/AAAAAAAAAus/Olh76FUeRpA/s400/0060_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626142812864498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was all tied up I took my gown for a spin (literally) just to make sure everything was tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVeUPIzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a6Yd-uW5fkM/s1600-h/0383_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVeUPIzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a6Yd-uW5fkM/s400/0383_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626254419731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVQhuUCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jsw7FxtelEw/s1600-h/0381_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVQhuUCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jsw7FxtelEw/s400/0381_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626250718203938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was official, we were married again. This time we were able to do what we have hoped from the beginning, share our wedding with all those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be spending a few moments with loved ones after your ceremony? Or do you and your husband plan to be whisked away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3497116812762011041?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3497116812762011041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3497116812762011041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3497116812762011041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3497116812762011041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs.html' title='Love Again: Post Ceremony Hugs!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s72-c/0061_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3658532618279635057</id><published>2009-04-28T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:29:32.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: I Thee Wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello Hive! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Mrs. Pineapple and I am a slacker bee. 2009 has been a pretty rough year in the Pineapple household - health, money, friends, family - you name it and it has gone wackadoodle. I am very excited to have some time carved out of my new crazy schedule to finish sharing our wedding with you, the best is still yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has always been fairly reserved, but the moments leading up to him handing me off to Ryan he was absolutely beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s1600-h/0041_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s400/0041_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710287670027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the aisle toward Mr. Pineapple was an amazing few moments. Although we had a fairly small number of guests there was an incredible energy in the room. The bride is supposed to walk slowly and take her time getting to the groom, but I just wanted to break free from my father and run up to Mr. P and give him an epic hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvaklIbWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/thRZ-EBSWqU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_43_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvaklIbWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/thRZ-EBSWqU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_43_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710448814615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvawzEqZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6_oiGrHDF_U/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_45LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvawzEqZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6_oiGrHDF_U/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_45LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710452094314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, most of the photos of me from the ceremony are a little silly looking. I spent most of the time fighting back tears or a massive grin. It was amazing to hear the words that Mr. Pineapple had written for our ceremony. I wish I could marry him again, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS_jzHEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XYqJ8NYIyso/s1600-h/0050LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS_jzHEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XYqJ8NYIyso/s400/0050LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710318617828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I held hands throughout the ceremony. I didn't want to let go of him. I wanted to be able to squeeze him and really be there in the moment with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSbaUW3I/AAAAAAAAAts/4HIWLN6Uhjo/s1600-h/0043_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSbaUW3I/AAAAAAAAAts/4HIWLN6Uhjo/s400/0043_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710308914387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bridesmaid Kim and I have been friends since the fourth grade when we suffered through Ms. Greenhill's class together. Even when we were nine years old Kim had a voice much much bigger than her tiny little frame. I used to make her sing on the bus and I would tape record her. Her voice amazed me and I was her biggest fan. Kim is an amazing friend who I know will always be there for me and I am so lucky that she was able to sing to us on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSsSQOPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/V9oijLaE3ng/s1600-h/0048_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSsSQOPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/V9oijLaE3ng/s400/0048_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710313443965170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to let got of Mr. Pineapple's hand and pull him close for the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sfbva9okKDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RiUIzFOcqOY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_50LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sfbva9okKDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RiUIzFOcqOY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_50LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710455539902514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back down the aisle and we were alone for just a couple moments, Mr. Pineapple picked me up and gave me a huge hug. This was one of the best moments of the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS6nA1II/AAAAAAAAAuE/WUwiff93YT4/s1600-h/0366LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS6nA1II/AAAAAAAAAuE/WUwiff93YT4/s400/0366LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710317289133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What moment are you most looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3658532618279635057?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3658532618279635057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3658532618279635057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3658532618279635057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3658532618279635057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-again-i-thee-wed.html' title='Love Again: I Thee Wed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s72-c/0041_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2773377862762523737</id><published>2009-03-12T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:31:53.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Pre-Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s1600-h/0290_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s400/0290_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056483410939234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to the River's Club after our portrait session the boys headed to the Men's locker room and the bridesmaids and I went to powder our noses. I wanted to get upstairs and hide away before the guests arrived, so Emily, the wedding coordinator for the River's Club, took me through the coat closet and into the ballroom where the ceremony would be taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZFjP0LI/AAAAAAAAAss/RpPdJ59rG5w/s1600-h/0295_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZFjP0LI/AAAAAAAAAss/RpPdJ59rG5w/s400/0295_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056664609771698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we did very little to decorate the ballroom. We were working with a limited budget and would only be in this room for under and hour, so any grand ideas I once had were scrapped. The decor wasn't stunning, but the carpet was new and there was some simple decorative art on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3NzS9cQI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ovi7jiYYx1Y/s1600-h/0034_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3NzS9cQI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ovi7jiYYx1Y/s400/0034_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056470731059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that we added were programs on each chair and the hand-painted aisle runner. (The runner was taped at the end to the floor, something I didn't take into consideration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Ou7znZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bDwcF_Yk8oQ/s1600-h/0294_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Ou7znZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bDwcF_Yk8oQ/s400/0294_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056486740073874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OHHiZFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZSpnGqDV0HQ/s1600-h/0036_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OHHiZFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZSpnGqDV0HQ/s400/0036_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056476051858514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our ceremony and pre-ceremony music was performed by great friends of ours, Pete and John. Pete was also one of the groomsmen so there were moments when John played and sung solo. It worked out really well, with Pete just sitting and standing when needed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3dKM__JI/AAAAAAAAAtU/a4A0PGUJcpg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_42_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3dKM__JI/AAAAAAAAAtU/a4A0PGUJcpg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_42_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056734578113682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did an amazing job and I love that so many of our friends were able to be a part of our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3aA7iO0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N4IVUdIuWDw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_38_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3aA7iO0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N4IVUdIuWDw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_38_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056680549333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Pete and John were playing to an empty room I was hidden away on the other side of a temporary wall. My bridesmaids were in the locker room finishing their touch-ups and I have no idea where anyone else was. This was a very strange, but relaxing, time for me. It seemed like I was sitting alone for an endless amount of time. Every few minutes my mom, Emily or one of the photographers would peak there heads in to make sure I hadn't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZvMgopI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FodfJdXlY2U/s1600-h/0303_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZvMgopI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FodfJdXlY2U/s400/0303_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056675788694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the times my mom came to keep me company. The only way I could think to sit down without wrinkling my gown was to sit backward. I am indeed a classy gal. At one point all three photographers and Emily came in with worried looks on their faces. I don't even really remember what the crisis was, something about having enough time to get photos of the important moments before our contracted eight hours were up. I just kind of giggled and said to put the events in whatever order was necessary. I couldn't imagine actually caring at that point. (It turned out not to be an issue at all and the photographers left well after the cake cutting and such.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Z33zUFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/utpUC4fV0yU/s1600-h/0313_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Z33zUFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/utpUC4fV0yU/s400/0313_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056678117757010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts about having all of these photos is seeing how genuinely happy everyone was. I was over the moon to have this time to share with our loved ones, but it is wonderful to see how over the moon happy others were too, like Krissy and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OX98zNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CHa7dDdQb0A/s1600-h/0038_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OX98zNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CHa7dDdQb0A/s400/0038_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056480575048914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my best friends, sister and father joined me. We lined up to get ready for our walk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2773377862762523737?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2773377862762523737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2773377862762523737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2773377862762523737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2773377862762523737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-pre-ceremony_12.html' title='Love Again: Pre-Ceremony'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s72-c/0290_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6269336347829373734</id><published>2009-03-11T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:29:40.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Loved Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s1600-h/100_0963_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s400/100_0963_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312060192495851058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began my recaps for Weddingbee Mr. Pineapple asked me if I would be able to mention his mom, even though she would not be in any of the photographs. I have never explained our reason for getting married early to the hive, it just never seemed like the right time. Well, now is as good as any, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple's mom was very sick last September so Mr. P and I decided to get married early, just in case she was not going to be able to make it to our October wedding. We wanted, more than anything, to be able to share our wedding day with our parents. So, the wedding in a week took place. My father flew to Pennsylvania from Florida where he joined my mother who had been staying with Mr. P and I. The day after Mr. Pineapple's mom was released from the hospital, she and Mr. P's step-dad were able to see us marry. Just last week Mr. Pineapple's mom passed away after fighting cancer with strength and courage for nine years. The services were attended by over 600 people and an amazing tribute to her life. She will always be loved and dearly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6269336347829373734?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6269336347829373734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6269336347829373734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6269336347829373734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6269336347829373734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-loved-always.html' title='Love Again: Loved Always'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s72-c/100_0963_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1096616588255238841</id><published>2009-03-10T19:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:31:12.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698294450017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post could be alternately titled "The Pineapples Publicly Display Affection." Mellon Park is a popular spot for skateboarding teens and pooping pigeons. Luckily, I think we managed to scare off both. We did have a small audience of on-lookers, one of whom said to her husband "Look at those beautiful flowers!" She must have been wondering how we managed to get peonies in October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc3LQJMI/AAAAAAAAArM/Nhfwp3FzC5U/s1600-h/0190_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc3LQJMI/AAAAAAAAArM/Nhfwp3FzC5U/s400/0190_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698288679855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of proof that your bridesmaids don't have to wear the same thing to look stunning. I purchased the shawls at H&amp;amp;M for $9 a piece, which was a pretty sweet deal. I chose the colors based on what I thought each girl would like the most. I had pretty much thrown the "wedding colors" concept out then window by that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdDOsqKI/AAAAAAAAArk/VS2R-ko9nKE/s1600-h/0255_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdDOsqKI/AAAAAAAAArk/VS2R-ko9nKE/s400/0255_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698291915532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the boys all wearing different gray suits and ties we gave to them that sort-of matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbb1dilDyKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9QBTxzd-N38/s1600-h/0269_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbb1dilDyKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9QBTxzd-N38/s400/0269_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311702698377332898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the groomsmen have jobs that already required suits except for one, Mike (aka our free-j). Luckily, since he is an actor he was able to rent his suit from a costume shop. Talk about using your resources wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxcyvD8vI/AAAAAAAAArc/hPGREq2ampE/s1600-h/0247_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxcyvD8vI/AAAAAAAAArc/hPGREq2ampE/s400/0247_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698287487873778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the concrete stage thing we are standing on was originally intended for, but it was a great spot for our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOoMgF9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRcKJWj-T3U/s1600-h/0016_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOoMgF9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRcKJWj-T3U/s400/0016_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698044140394450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how we are on the verge of laughter in many of the photos? Well, Mr. Pineapple kept burping and blowing in my face. Awe, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOwhjnyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/217903KStG0/s1600-h/0023_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOwhjnyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/217903KStG0/s400/0023_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698046376189730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite photos from the day. I'm not normally a fan of the tilt/wacky angle, but this one is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc9S2v3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VLxNW0_H7BI/s1600-h/0227_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc9S2v3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VLxNW0_H7BI/s400/0227_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698290322358130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxgsbNQJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XH_aNqMMW4c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_32_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxgsbNQJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XH_aNqMMW4c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_32_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698354513461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is that sun again! Wow, I really cannot wait for spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxPOMUumI/AAAAAAAAArE/86k1y1rhhSA/s1600-h/0029_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxPOMUumI/AAAAAAAAArE/86k1y1rhhSA/s400/0029_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698054340196962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head back to the River's Club, pluck some fall leaves out from my crinoline, reapply a little lipstick and get hitched (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning to have portraits taken at your ceremony site or somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1096616588255238841?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1096616588255238841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1096616588255238841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1096616588255238841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1096616588255238841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-portraits.html' title='Love Again: Portraits'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4547232563718581114</id><published>2009-03-09T19:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:03:25.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: First Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I decided to go ahead and do as many formal portraits as we could before the ceremony. Seeing each other before the wedding ended up not being a big deal anyway since we were already married. Any jinxing that was to be done had been at the &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/22/you-do-sweet-me-too/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clymer&lt;/span&gt; magistrate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s1600-h/0003_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s400/0003_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337050016520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pittsburgh is known for its cold and cloudy days. Why it was 55 and sunny on an October day is beyond me, but I was thrilled. In fact, if it were any warmer the thousand layers of pouf may have made me melt. The boys waited at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt; while we headed to Mellon Square Park. It was the perfect location for us: right behind the hotel, three blocks from the River's Club, surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cityness&lt;/span&gt; but still with plenty of fall foliage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQy9dC-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/OSO_vqQiBpg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_23_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQy9dC-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/OSO_vqQiBpg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_23_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337441575898082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last look in the mirror for Mr. Pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQXjMhjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1-toE9IPU3U/s1600-h/0184_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQXjMhjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1-toE9IPU3U/s400/0184_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337434218006066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do our best Abby Road impression. Lucky for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pittsburghers&lt;/span&gt; don't go downtown unless they are on their way to work or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stillers&lt;/span&gt;™ game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQ0ZwvvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UgVx8nQDFOw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_24_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQ0ZwvvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UgVx8nQDFOw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_24_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337441963065074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this photo of Mr. Pineapple. He looks like a nervous groom about to wed! (Well, except that here he is already sporting his band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6p3hXnI/AAAAAAAAApU/sbg_ENZyE8E/s1600-h/0008_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6p3hXnI/AAAAAAAAApU/sbg_ENZyE8E/s400/0008_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337061177974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for Mr. P and I to get all first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glancey&lt;/span&gt; and such. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; we were already wed, it was wonderful to see him for the first time in this way. He was finally able to see the dress that made me cry and I got to see him with a smile almost as big as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQgGFL9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3QiO332-evk/s1600-h/0203_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQgGFL9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3QiO332-evk/s400/0203_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337436511809490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6UccPaI/AAAAAAAAApM/FnKgd2tW8zo/s1600-h/0007_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6UccPaI/AAAAAAAAApM/FnKgd2tW8zo/s400/0007_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337055427247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason these crazy girls in dresses were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hollering&lt;/span&gt; at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpVrJFEwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FjGHe42VbkY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_27_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpVrJFEwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FjGHe42VbkY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_27_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337525376520962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6746aFI/AAAAAAAAApk/70rk-XYQAgE/s1600-h/0011_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6746aFI/AAAAAAAAApk/70rk-XYQAgE/s400/0011_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337066015647826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, it was time for Mr. Pineapple to inspect my duds. I seem to remember flashing people like this a lot on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQRlpgiI/AAAAAAAAAps/_9wmfXgQV0I/s1600-h/0012_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQRlpgiI/AAAAAAAAAps/_9wmfXgQV0I/s400/0012_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337432617681442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Mr. P teased me about my "tiara." The only things he knows about bridal fashion he learned while watching me watch the wedding episode of Glamor Magazine's don't list. They said no tiaras, whatever mine was cute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpV0H_puI/AAAAAAAAAqc/n9qM3a1Wf9s/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_28_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpV0H_puI/AAAAAAAAAqc/n9qM3a1Wf9s/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_28_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337527787890402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo61SZUrI/AAAAAAAAApc/LxzfWqZlH1I/s1600-h/0010_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo61SZUrI/AAAAAAAAApc/LxzfWqZlH1I/s400/0010_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337064243483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One last kiss before portrait time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing a first glance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4547232563718581114?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4547232563718581114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4547232563718581114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4547232563718581114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4547232563718581114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-first-glance.html' title='Love Again: First Glance'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s72-c/0003_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2872210310021230141</id><published>2009-03-08T16:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:26:52.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news, hive! Last week Mr. Pineapple and I received the DVD containing our full resolution files from Mary Mervis. Mingwei Tay, the student and aspiring wedding photographer, provided us with our images months ago, but I wanted to share everything with you at once. So, it begins with getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s1600-h/0159_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s400/0159_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918851580903426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr. P and I spent the night before our wedding in the Omni William Penn with some of our guests. Although it is traditional for the couple to spend the night apart I knew sleeping was going to be a challenge for me, especially without Mr. P by my side. I woke up at about 4am and that was it, I was awake for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1L9qFNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ObCITaHa6k/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_03_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1L9qFNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ObCITaHa6k/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_03_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919152832746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9am my mother, 4 bridesmaids and I met Mingwei at Philip Pelusi hair salon just a couple floors below our ceremony and reception site. I was a bit worried about getting my hair and make-up done so early especially since we still had a good deal of prep work to do upstairs. Jamie, the stylist, offered to create another appointment for me at noon to touch up my hair and do my make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1Vqjw7I/AAAAAAAAAok/mBXycvEJ9yI/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_06_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1Vqjw7I/AAAAAAAAAok/mBXycvEJ9yI/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_06_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919155436995506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any changes from my trial, soft curls and warm tones. I was really calm all morning until this point. Mary's photographers, Tammy and Marella, were meeting us at 1:30 to head over to the park where we were to meet the boys for a first glance and portraits. That meant an hour and a half to have my hair fixed, make-up done and get dressed. It was plenty of time in the end, but I was still for some reason nervous about the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjdD2isI/AAAAAAAAAns/lV2Tm6fChGs/s1600-h/0147_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjdD2isI/AAAAAAAAAns/lV2Tm6fChGs/s400/0147_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918848184486594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not fond of the idea of actually getting dressed in front of the cameras or even my friends so I hopped into my dress and called for my mom to zip me up. This was the next and final stressful moment of the day. After my fitting issues I was really really worried the dress wouldn't zip. My poor mother... while she was trying to get me zipped I kept saying "Does it fit? Is it zipping? Are you sure? Is it squeezing my back fat?" Two second later I was zipped and ready to get married (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pearls that Christy is clipping around my neck were a gift from Dad Pineapple. They were perfect. Simple and definitely re-wearable. They completed my wedding jewelry, the only other pieces being pearl earrings Mr. P gave to me early on in our relationship and of course my rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjz_dzPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TZeqtbN7qxw/s1600-h/0165_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjz_dzPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TZeqtbN7qxw/s400/0165_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918854340103410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of accesories, here is Bridesmaid Christy wearing the rose colored pearl earrings and necklace I made for my bridesmaids. My favorite part of the necklace was the copper rose clasp. I also gave each of the bridesmaids a wrap to wear since we had planned on taking photos outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskXeR7tI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1GI15c6HJRI/s1600-h/0166_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskXeR7tI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1GI15c6HJRI/s400/0166_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918863864590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple and MOH, Krissy, wore a wacky teal hair flower I made for her. It was kinda quirky, but so is she so it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2CMlYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/MhNUmEeykNc/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_15_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2CMlYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/MhNUmEeykNc/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_15_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919167390868018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am showing off my crinoline and cowboy boots. I am so glad I decided to wear my boots the entire day. Not only was I completely comfortable and able to dance all night, but now the boots Mr. P bought my for my birthday a year earlier are even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs_2W3tCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IErgicJ9DEk/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_17_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs_2W3tCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IErgicJ9DEk/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_17_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919336011478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved at this point to be ready and on time. Now I was able to relax and just be happy. After this point I didn't have any clue what time it was and I didn't care. I was definitely ready to see Mr. P again and squeeze him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2R64ecI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SicUSZG6-pg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_16_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2R64ecI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SicUSZG6-pg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_16_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919171611589058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of the final clay bouquet made by Diane of &lt;a href="http://www.dkdesignshawaii.com/"&gt;DK Designs Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;. The bouquet is now sitting in one of the dishes from our candy buffet where I can admire it everyday, forever. Going with clay flowers was one of the best wedding choices Mr. Pineapple and I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs0m-sQ6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/JrC1svlHLfM/s1600-h/0178_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs0m-sQ6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/JrC1svlHLfM/s400/0178_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919142904972194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskggfk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/1bqUf-LLQjc/s1600-h/0177_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskggfk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/1bqUf-LLQjc/s400/0177_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918866289791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it we were heading out of the River's Club to meet Mr. P and the other boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready was the most nerve racking part of my day, what was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2872210310021230141?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2872210310021230141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2872210310021230141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2872210310021230141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2872210310021230141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-getting-ready.html' title='Love Again: Getting Ready'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s72-c/0159_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2979575429947095216</id><published>2009-02-26T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:20:06.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon in My Hometown - Rural Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to really honeymoon in my hometown you are welcome to pitch a tent by the lake on the farm where we live. However, you will be limited to eating what you can cook over a fire or traveling 15 miles to dine in at McDonalds. Clyde, Pa may not be an ideal honeymoon spot, but there are wonderful getaways outside of Pittsburgh in rural western Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s1600-h/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s400/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307119066305381490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1050014942028921654AllXfE"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite spots to spend the day or weekend is Ohiopyle State Park. There is something for every couple at Ohiopyle. Camping, whitewater rafting and hiking for the adventurous and resorts, tours and fine dining for those looking to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saas_-mTHsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0JhVJML4gtM/s1600-h/michele_pagnotta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saas_-mTHsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0JhVJML4gtM/s400/michele_pagnotta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307119426038079170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.carolinacanoeclub.com/gallery.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just outside the state park is Frank Lloyd Wright's famed Fallingwater. This home was designed and built for the Kaufmann family. After you take a tour of this stunning example of American arcitecture make sure to stop by the cafe. "Why?" you ask. "Do they have amazing food?" you wonder. I don't know, I've never eaten there, but I did design a large exhibit about fallingwater that is permanently installed in the cafe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaauhMAmWeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9cxWD9Icn8M/s1600-h/pa_neh_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaauhMAmWeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9cxWD9Icn8M/s400/pa_neh_32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121096085363170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://arthistory.about.com/od/educator_parent_resources/ig/picturing_america/pa_neh_32.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to Stay:&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to camp and truly have a honeymoon with just you and your honey, in Ohiopyle there are a vaierty of sites from very primitive to "modern" sites with electricity and restrooms/showers. You can find more information on booking a site on the &lt;a href="http://www.dcnr.state.pa.us/stateParks/parks/ohiopyle.aspx"&gt;Pennsylvania Statepark website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want somewhere to stay that has a bed and a roof here are a couple places near Ohiopyle and fallingwater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summitinnresort.com/index.php?id=1"&gt;The Summit Inn Resort&lt;/a&gt; has been housing guests since 1907. This is where my friends getting married in the barn at Fallingwater have reserved a block of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our minimoon in Cleveland I have become a big fan of Bed and Breaskfasts. &lt;a href="http://www.stonehouseinn.com/"&gt;The Stonehouse Inn&lt;/a&gt; looks lovely and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saay1-SpGnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/hIwZrSG84YE/s1600-h/chatealafayette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saay1-SpGnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/hIwZrSG84YE/s400/chatealafayette.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307125851226708594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://travelwithkids.about.com/od/familyresortspa/ig/Nemacolin-Woodlands/Chateau-LaFayette.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to be pampered you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.nemacolin.com/"&gt;Nemacolin Woodlands Resort&lt;/a&gt;. Nemacolin has a spa, golfing, skiing, fine dining, shopping and more. Really, you would never have to leave the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning a rustic honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2979575429947095216?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2979575429947095216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2979575429947095216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2979575429947095216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2979575429947095216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/02/honeymoon-in-my-hometown-rural.html' title='Honeymoon in My Hometown - Rural Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s72-c/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7262855278821645711</id><published>2009-02-03T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:16:14.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved!</title><content type='html'>**chirp chirp**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone! Long time, no see. I took a break from blogging about our wedding until, well until I had something else to blog about. We just received our proofs from our photographer so look for those appearing soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to say I have started another blog that focuses solely on my design and photography work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyink.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.emilyink.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7262855278821645711?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7262855278821645711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7262855278821645711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7262855278821645711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7262855278821645711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2782662681413443157</id><published>2008-12-01T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:04:53.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>An Evening with the Candy Corns</title><content type='html'>Last Monday Mr. Pineapple called me from work and said "Hey, do you want to go to Philly tomorrow?" Turns out, he had to go to Philly (4.5 hours away) for an hour and a half for work. Lucky for me I was able to tag along and Mr. and Mrs. Candy Corn were able to entertain me! They lived just a few minutes from the hotel where we were staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s1600-h/DSC07598_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s400/DSC07598_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880674759167618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. and Mrs. CC picked me up from my hotel and we headed to Chili's. They were both just as cute, sweet and funny as you could imagine. Mrs. CC was the first bee I had ever met in real life. It seemed like I already knew everything about her just from Weddingbee. I knew her apartment was crazy colors, that she had a thousand pets, and that she was wonderfully wacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed to our second chain restaurant of the evening, T.G.I. Friday's. (Um, does anyone know why the Friday is possessive?) Where we met Mr. P after his presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkCIuPlWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI7Sf2EMZB0/s1600-h/DSC07600_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkCIuPlWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI7Sf2EMZB0/s400/DSC07600_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880682677474658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay for the short hair and glasses crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Candy Corns picked me up for dinner at 6:30 and we finally called it a night after midnight. Spending almost 6 hours with the Candy Corns definitely made the trip worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a bee blogger in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2782662681413443157?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2782662681413443157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2782662681413443157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2782662681413443157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2782662681413443157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/12/evening-with-candy-corns.html' title='An Evening with the Candy Corns'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s72-c/DSC07598_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6223138591083736026</id><published>2008-11-24T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:53:10.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Mom Pineapple, She's a Crafty One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s1600-h/IMG_7135_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s400/IMG_7135_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234375420587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite gifts I got at my bridal shower was made by Mom Pineapple, a dress shopping scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back before I was a bee, my folks and bridesmaids flew from all over the east coast to go dress shopping with me. I didn't want to plan the weekend before March because Pittsburgh winters can be messy. However, I didn't want to wait too long just in case the dress would take a while to arrive. So March it was. I was wrong about the weather being okay. Almost every flight was delayed and our neighborhood (home to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canton_Avenue"&gt;steepest streets in the world&lt;/a&gt;) was covered in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9as0DcoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QCDt-EldXzE/s1600-h/IMG_7146_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9as0DcoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QCDt-EldXzE/s400/IMG_7146_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234580194325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we got everyone to the house and fed were we able to actually have some fun in the snow. Kim and Lindsay, from Florida, I am pretty confident enjoyed the snow the most. We built a snowman with stubby arms (thanks to Kim) and ears. Then my sister decided the snowman needed a heart and hair made from strawberry syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9RvK8BmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m87MDdYpChg/s1600-h/IMG_7145_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9RvK8BmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m87MDdYpChg/s400/IMG_7145_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234426208355938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looked like he was impaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9PsfOXSI/AAAAAAAAAck/S3rz_lJf-EA/s1600-h/IMG_7139_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9PsfOXSI/AAAAAAAAAck/S3rz_lJf-EA/s400/IMG_7139_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234391128399138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then first thing Saturday morning we went David's Bridal, the only store we ended up visiting. After an hour and fifteen minutes I had my gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Q-9uDcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bvN5zpSiVHs/s1600-h/IMG_7142_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Q-9uDcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bvN5zpSiVHs/s400/IMG_7142_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234413268012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9QGJRLbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OQyI1hjnDOM/s1600-h/IMG_7141_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9QGJRLbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OQyI1hjnDOM/s400/IMG_7141_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234398015630770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having all of my best friends go shopping with me was a wonderful experience. It really meant a lot to me and now, thanks to my mom, I have a lovely book to remember the weekend by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you able to bring your bridal party dress shopping with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6223138591083736026?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6223138591083736026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6223138591083736026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6223138591083736026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6223138591083736026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom-pineapple-shes-crafty-one.html' title='Mom Pineapple, She&apos;s a Crafty One'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s72-c/IMG_7135_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5590145874027437642</id><published>2008-11-21T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:29:37.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Shannon and Timmy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>On November 15th, I photographed the wedding of Shannon and Timmy. They were such a lovely couple, so sweet and so easy to work with. Congratulations Timmy and Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up some photos in a bit, in the mean time here is a sneak peak slide show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2309839&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2309839&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2309839"&gt;Timmy and Shannon Wedding&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user959972"&gt;Emily Rearick&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-5590145874027437642?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5590145874027437642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5590145874027437642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5590145874027437642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5590145874027437642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/shannon-and-timmys-wedding.html' title='Shannon and Timmy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4349871402208893494</id><published>2008-11-21T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:21:35.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner Gifts</title><content type='html'>At our rehearsal dinner, after a quick thank you and explanation of the RD location, Mr. Pineapple and I gave our bridal party small tokens of our appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724284351123554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei"&gt;all photos copyright Mingwei Tay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0HB8rmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lAnpxc7zNAM/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_38LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0HB8rmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lAnpxc7zNAM/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_38LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724287752089186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0cB2XFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/br-lsSGAja4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_39LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0cB2XFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/br-lsSGAja4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_39LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724293388819538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0bkq6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v16egdQK_Ss/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_42LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0bkq6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v16egdQK_Ss/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_42LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724293266434482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the lovely ladies rose colored freshwater pearl necklaces and matching earrings. The clasps are my favorite part of the necklaces, copper roses. Everyone seemed to genuinely love them and even though it was up to them, all five wore their new jewelry the next day. (Apparently I am not cut out to be a jeweler because Sister Pineapple's necklace broke during the reception. I'll shelf that career along with cake decorator.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IY-rqsRMBPw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_44LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IY-rqsRMBPw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_44LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724561710334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also bought the girls each a wrap to wear the next day. We were planning on taking photos outside and mother nature was planning on 50 degrees. I choose 5 wraps in 5 different colors that I thought each girl would like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDPBg2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/tI4cj8kYhck/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_46LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDPBg2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/tI4cj8kYhck/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_46LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724561611096930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my sister a wild teal hair flower on a headband to match her teal wrap. She looked like Kenley from project runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEXOqwSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TF_xPy1UzII/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_50LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEXOqwSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TF_xPy1UzII/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_50LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724566978314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last gift I want to share is one given to us by Bridesmaid Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEl7OaLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pF_G5dcL05g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_54LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEl7OaLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pF_G5dcL05g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_54LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724570923296946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She framed our invitation and made paper quilled flowers out of the additional cards that came along with our invite. This was a perfect gift for someone who cared about the details as much as I did. Thank you Katie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4349871402208893494?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4349871402208893494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4349871402208893494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4349871402208893494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4349871402208893494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal-dinner-gifts.html' title='Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner Gifts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3734174839897776679</id><published>2008-11-20T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:20:09.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989249694050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei"&gt;all photos copyright Mingwei Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our rehearsal we headed over to the bar/restaurant where Mr. Pineapple went on our first date. (Although we didn't know it was a date at the time.) Smokin' Joe's Saloon was just a couple blocks from where both Mr. P and I lived at the time and we met there after work almost every day, no joke. So this little bar with the best condiments I have ever had and 60 beers on tap became our home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTwgRPFI/AAAAAAAAAac/igisi5QZr4w/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_31LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTwgRPFI/AAAAAAAAAac/igisi5QZr4w/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_31LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989258182081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDl6QwVGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1Gp4hT3WjaA/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_58LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDl6QwVGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1Gp4hT3WjaA/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_58LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989570039010402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ew! Mom and Dad! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlrWBEdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NcpGcfNEA-c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_48LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlrWBEdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NcpGcfNEA-c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_48LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989566034547154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTqnLNUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rFYop8svckQ/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_25LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTqnLNUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rFYop8svckQ/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_25LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989256600433986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Man Erik and Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlsMpPRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oYZhgj8asYo/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_45LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlsMpPRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oYZhgj8asYo/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_45LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989566263672082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTt5eRyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yDLIQAtD2uM/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_28LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTt5eRyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yDLIQAtD2uM/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_28LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989257482487586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDUOLhDSI/AAAAAAAAAak/HuGsxLHkK4A/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_33LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDUOLhDSI/AAAAAAAAAak/HuGsxLHkK4A/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_33LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989266148101410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlVoPqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/QkLkP2rFgt0/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_37LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlVoPqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/QkLkP2rFgt0/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_37LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989560205421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDpzsC0VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0RizyGgSJPY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_59LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDpzsC0VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0RizyGgSJPY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_59LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989636993896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is managaer Mike, whitness of our relationship since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlZUCtZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Xlw0u9d4ymU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_47LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlZUCtZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Xlw0u9d4ymU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_47LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989561194427794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little unsure about our choice to have our rehearsal dinner at a bar at first. Once we arrived, I was so glad we did. Everyone had a blast, Mike the manager even moved the table out of the way so we could practice our line dancing for the next day. It was a wonderfully laid back way to celebrate and pay tribute to the place where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you having an untraditional rehearsal dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3734174839897776679?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3734174839897776679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3734174839897776679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3734174839897776679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3734174839897776679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal-dinner.html' title='Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2151533668995780267</id><published>2008-11-18T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:43:10.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>When Carnegie Mellon student, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;, e-mailed me to see if he could shoot our wedding my hands were tied. We had already hired a photography duo with a single photographer clause in their contract. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clause&lt;/span&gt; is super smart because if several people are trying to take photos as you are it can make the process very difficult. When we met with one of the photographers, Tammy, I asked if there were any chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; could take photos for his portfolio. She thought it was a great idea for him to get some experience and I knew we had made the right choice of photographers. (So yep, we had three photographers with us at our wedding. Overkill, you bet. Guests joked that they were our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; has already given me a DVD of photos from both our rehearsal and wedding day, but I am going to wait to share the latter with you until I have all the pro-pics, so you don't have to sit through two recaps. Until then, the rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647335396240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Emily, the much loved event coordinator for the Rivers Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhFFUW6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kKFJFkqWX98/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_16LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhFFUW6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kKFJFkqWX98/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_16LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647538928245666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister Pineapple practicing her walk down the aisle and looking like me. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhA-5vVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKCVHL5zRWU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_17LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhA-5vVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKCVHL5zRWU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_17LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647537827593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' dad and I ready for our walk. I wore the dress from our first wedding and a jacket to dress it down a bit. I am considering even have it dyed black so it is even more re-wearable. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhq-gIfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f-o91rkPu2g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_19LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhq-gIfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f-o91rkPu2g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_19LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647549100204530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P looking very serious. Not a look seen too often from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVWZAKJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uYwXN3-WnvI/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_04LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVWZAKJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uYwXN3-WnvI/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_04LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647337415780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the gents lined up. Apparently this is the part where I took over for Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVaKegjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZL8_OZqJ07o/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_05LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVaKegjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZL8_OZqJ07o/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_05LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647338428596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wonderful Judge Mary Jane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bowes&lt;/span&gt;. Not only was she no longer obligated to officiate our wedding since we were already wed, but she certainly didn't have to attend the rehearsal. She was the perfect fit for us. She was chic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt;, keeping everyone on their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVmdZzhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HGy7TY6eR4g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_06LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVmdZzhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HGy7TY6eR4g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_06LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647341729205778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practicing gazing lovingly into Mr. Pineapple's eyes, an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgnLw67I/AAAAAAAAAZc/am_MbTETTwU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_11LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgnLw67I/AAAAAAAAAZc/am_MbTETTwU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_11LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647530902219698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMmZ2idYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pd6i7jcjl5M/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_20LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMmZ2idYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pd6i7jcjl5M/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_20LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647630402745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P and I chose to hold hands throughout the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVnsrfcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cRkdrQTkFKE/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_09LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVnsrfcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cRkdrQTkFKE/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_09LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647342061714882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile our parents are looking concerned. This is Mr. P's dad and stepmother, Sandi. Maybe they were just getting hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgvOKuvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9UeOb7dDQJ4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_10LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgvOKuvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9UeOb7dDQJ4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_10LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647533059783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom doing what she does best, asking my dad a question. I would bet $5 that she said something along the lines of "Mark, what if we forgot to _______." She is the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; I know who worries more than I do. Luckily, because of my mom's many lists I'm pretty sure we didn't forget a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, grub and libations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on having a camera handy for your rehearsal and dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2151533668995780267?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2151533668995780267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2151533668995780267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2151533668995780267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2151533668995780267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal.html' title='Love Again: The Rehearsal'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-720444505546531745</id><published>2008-11-12T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:31:37.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>The Rivers Club: Venue Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s1600-h/Oxford1_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s400/Oxford1_th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178806050299274578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Pineapple and I first started looking for venues we did most of our search online. We stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.riversclubevents.com/"&gt;the Rivers Club&lt;/a&gt;, in downtown Pittsburgh, and set up an appointment not expecting much. When we met with the coordinator, Emily, we were very impressed. She was kind and up front with us about their pricing. (The only other place we visited was very reluctant to tell us the bottom line, one they did we could tell why.) After looking around for a couple more days and not finding something as nice and as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; as the Rivers Club we put down our deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jKTtu2zI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WI06aZXGOWQ/s1600-h/DSC05960_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jKTtu2zI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WI06aZXGOWQ/s400/DSC05960_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044693240208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily the Event Coordinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Rivers Club, but I didn't love the Rivers Club until the day of our wedding. Everything was absolutely perfect. We were able to get in first thing in the morning to begin setting up the reception. Emily had offered to do all the set-up herself, but I felt guilty leaving it all up to one person and I figured I DIY'ed everything else, why not the set up too? Plus I had the help of all my lovely bridesmaids and Momma P's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once four o'clock drew closer Emily was always by my side. Everything went shockingly well. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she was in a thousand places at one time. All of those little things that didn't get done before we started getting ready were magically perfect. If there was something that went wrong, I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jHTtu2yI/AAAAAAAAAho/8Gr7iAiw_tQ/s1600-h/DSC05955_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jHTtu2yI/AAAAAAAAAho/8Gr7iAiw_tQ/s400/DSC05955_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044641700600610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rivers Club Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony Mr. P and I were introduced to the woman who would be our server for the evening. She was the first of the incredible wait staff that we were to meet that evening. This was one of the things were heard the most that evening "I cannot believe how nice everyone is here." Free-Jay DJ Mike even got a few of them out on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-iITtu2xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q7ECOphFacM/s1600-h/DSC05953_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-iITtu2xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q7ECOphFacM/s400/DSC05953_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043559368842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Accommodations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in our per person cost was the food, open bar, cake, dance floor, speakers and mic, and reception/ceremony set-up. This made it really easy for us, we ended up only needing one other vendor the day of our wedding. The best part of all the accommodations was that there was no minimum. When our estimated guest list went from 110 to 70 we were still treated like we were the most important couple to ever be married there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Grade:&lt;/span&gt; A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers Club&lt;br /&gt; One Oxford Centre&lt;br /&gt; 301 Grant Street, Suite 411&lt;br /&gt; Pittsburgh, PA  15219&lt;br /&gt; 412-391-5227 ext 262&lt;br /&gt; 412-391-5016 fax&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.riversclubevents.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.riversclubevents.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to most about your venue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-720444505546531745?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/720444505546531745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=720444505546531745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/720444505546531745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/720444505546531745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/rivers-club-venue-review.html' title='The Rivers Club: Venue Review'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s72-c/Oxford1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-80259927870973541</id><published>2008-11-06T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:34:43.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Erg! Adventures in Gown Preservation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s1600-h/EmbarassedKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s400/EmbarassedKitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549528848620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p184/captainkittymallory/EmbarassedKitty.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.funmansion.com/post/showthread.php%3Ft%3D2027&amp;amp;h=329&amp;amp;w=489&amp;amp;sz=46&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;sig2=WdPzuhp5on60ZC36xw1Egg&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__1I5YUI62GeKYUkAxsxQiZ3d9SLU=&amp;amp;tbnid=nWomancCV7-avM:&amp;amp;tbnh=87&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;ei=Mv0SSazHDKXqeYXK0bgM&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dembarassed%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week I took my gown to David's Bridal to have it cleaned and preserved by a third party. This morning I woke up in a panic. My grandmother made a hand kerchief for my mom to carry when my folks were married. I pinned the same hankey under my gown on our wedding day. Well, guess who forgot to take out the hankey before shipping off her dress? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hankey is more important to me than my gown so I am kicking myself, hard. I called the preservation place and they said my gown was not yet entered into their system. In order to find it in their shipping dock I would need the UPS tracking number. Of course, my luck, David's didn't give me my copy of the tracking slip so they have no record of the number either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My options were either to call the preservation folks back every day and hope to catch my gown in between being entered in their system and being cleaned. Or to just have them ship it back to me in all its poofy dirty glory. I chose the latter. Now the tricky part is no one knows where my gown is exactly. It is probably in with the 200 gowns the preservation place receives per day. In a box, under hundreds of other identical boxes. They took down my information and said when they enter my dress in their system they will just ship it to my home as is. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager at David's who &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/13/update-dress-not-fitting-number-one/"&gt;helped me resolve my alterations issues&lt;/a&gt; back in the day was once again very helpful. It was their mistake not to give me the tracking info, but I am the one who made the bigger mistake of leaving the hankey in my dress to begin with. She said that once I get my gown back and retrieve the hankey, just to bring it back into the store and they will ship it out again for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; Already! Mary Ann, the woman who I called 3 times ths morning in a panic, just called me. She went out back to see which gowns were being checked in and guess what? They had my box in their hands! She retrieved my hankey and is going to ship it back to me today. She said she will call back with all the tracking info. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are so freakin' helpful and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in my gown preservation blunder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-80259927870973541?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/80259927870973541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=80259927870973541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/80259927870973541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/80259927870973541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/erg-adventures-in-gown-preservation.html' title='Erg! Adventures in Gown Preservation'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s72-c/EmbarassedKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1645610677551892981</id><published>2008-11-05T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:19:09.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Bees (Pineapple Edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s1600-h/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s400/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265257296636106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried and tried and tried to think of a nice juicy secret to share with the hive, but alas I am boring. So instead I will share with you a big part of my life that you have never seen, our home. I am the mover of all movers and shakers. Between May 2006 and August 2008 I lived in 6 homes. When Mr. Pineapple landed his dream job in his home town, we once again began the familiar search for a home. We were having a hard time finding a place big enough for our 3 cats, dog and the two of us plus all of our stuff (I don't know where it all came from). Then a friend of Mr. P's told us her folks rented a house on a farm that was soon to be vacant. The monthly rent was way out of our price range, but amazingly her folks dropped the rent hundreds of dollars to fit within our budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first visited the home it was in pretty rough shape. The carpets were horrible and smelly. There were cigarette butts in the radiators and random holes in the floors put in by the former tenants. It also looked as though it hadn't be cleaned in years. The walls were in really bad shape too. Most of the wall were a dingy off-white and the hall way was wallpapered, dirty and peeling. Apparently the folks who lived there before us didn't care about keeping the house nice. So, Mr. P and I spent every weekend before moving in helping the landlord and his friend fix up the house. Enough jibber jabber and onto the (after) photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FZqe-jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ylw-CwzWZS4/s1600-h/IMG_5168_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FZqe-jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ylw-CwzWZS4/s400/IMG_5168_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264410068187698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house is 4 (little) bedrooms and 1.5 baths, but we turned one bedroom into a closet and one into a studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows on the left are the living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5n_UOoGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FZz5dM_TkqE/s1600-h/IMG_5156_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5n_UOoGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FZz5dM_TkqE/s400/IMG_5156_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263904779313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does that painting look familiar? It was the inspiration for our wedding invitation design. The coffee table houses four ottomans which are great for extra seating. The colors in this room are pretty wacky, but much better than the white they once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5ov4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jKI1QaVI2SA/s1600-h/IMG_5157_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5ov4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jKI1QaVI2SA/s400/IMG_5157_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263917816890882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the floors in the house are painted either brown or red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5nUnVn4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/E4XBOI_Eosg/s1600-h/IMG_5155_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5nUnVn4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/E4XBOI_Eosg/s400/IMG_5155_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263893316738946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Princess Zazu spends all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH56j4fvdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PXZFbWCuzK8/s1600-h/IMG_5158_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH56j4fvdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PXZFbWCuzK8/s400/IMG_5158_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264223832751570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our rarely used dining room. Mr. Pineapple picked out this table, I love the bench because I can picture our kids kneeling over the table and working on craft projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen is bright and a little messy, but I'm okay with that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565aR3FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/E6JrbcMZ6Is/s1600-h/IMG_5160_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565aR3FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/E6JrbcMZ6Is/s400/IMG_5160_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264229611592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chair on the left is where Harrison spends all day everyday waiting for someone to accidentally leave the bread on the counter for more than 15 seconds so he can eat it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565MSH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/E0rsDVj2b8M/s1600-h/IMG_5162_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565MSH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/E0rsDVj2b8M/s400/IMG_5162_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264229552889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This door leads to one of three porches surrounding the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH57jAm9KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/McWded80CJo/s1600-h/IMG_5164_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH57jAm9KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/McWded80CJo/s400/IMG_5164_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264240778212514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the half bath downstairs that we pretty much only use as a place to store our vacuum. Check out how close the wall is to the toilet. You pretty much have to hug the wall to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5neV_B6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/eYllzdUU4mg/s1600-h/IMG_5154_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5neV_B6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/eYllzdUU4mg/s400/IMG_5154_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263895928309666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5m_ma1NI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RFqU7AndqoM/s1600-h/IMG_5153_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5m_ma1NI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RFqU7AndqoM/s400/IMG_5153_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263887675741394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stairwell may not look like much but it was a huge project. Dad Pineapple and I put new drywall up on the green walls to cover what were once wallpapered and very damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH47zMemKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c_RJrDXn65s/s1600-h/IMG_5141_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH47zMemKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c_RJrDXn65s/s400/IMG_5141_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263145611335842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the top of the stairs if the most important room in our house (in my opinion). It is my studio where I spend all day designing invitations and of course blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH478lWUPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ttRcZssr6hY/s1600-h/IMG_5142_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH478lWUPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ttRcZssr6hY/s400/IMG_5142_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263148131569906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rug is there because Rooney the puppy kept eating the paint off the floor. Dad Pineapple and I made my desk from a door. It is just big enough for my laptop, printer and of course a little TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48MhJWyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pLIHwMoc3-M/s1600-h/IMG_5143_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48MhJWyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pLIHwMoc3-M/s400/IMG_5143_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263152408910626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Studio storage, job white board and Rooney's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brace yourself. Our closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48mS6KmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o8W0Pt6rCcs/s1600-h/IMG_5145_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48mS6KmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o8W0Pt6rCcs/s400/IMG_5145_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263159328516706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a mess! Oh well. This used to be a bedroom, but we converted it to a closet because the few closets in the house are too shallow to put hangers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5TRz6YWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT2QHsP_rp0/s1600-h/IMG_5146_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5TRz6YWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT2QHsP_rp0/s400/IMG_5146_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263548966789474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across from the closet is the bathroom/laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is "the wedding room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5UinQ_UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/10qM22_E-Fg/s1600-h/IMG_5151_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5UinQ_UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/10qM22_E-Fg/s400/IMG_5151_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263570657017154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This room never got painted or used for that matter for anything other than storage for wedding stuff. As you can see, even after the wedding it is full of junk. I have been avoiding this organization project like the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5U9getCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO2zfWr4Hvo/s1600-h/IMG_5152_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5U9getCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO2zfWr4Hvo/s400/IMG_5152_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263577876313122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now onto our cozy little bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T4Bsg1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pUWUYQqyhL8/s1600-h/IMG_5147_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T4Bsg1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pUWUYQqyhL8/s400/IMG_5147_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263559225148242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our bedding was a shower gift from Mom Pineapple. In the bottom right corner is Rooney's bed, he eats out of bird dishes when we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T8uJqMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/67m6YHqab6U/s1600-h/IMG_5150_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T8uJqMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/67m6YHqab6U/s400/IMG_5150_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263560485349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo above our bed is bow bridge in Central Park, where Mr. Pineapple proposed. To the left is a squirrel lamp that Sister P gave us as an engagement present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is our water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FEin0mI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-aTdgFk5UoY/s1600-h/IMG_5166_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FEin0mI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-aTdgFk5UoY/s400/IMG_5166_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264404398068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blocks on the right used to be the foundation for a spring house. Back in the days before refrigeration a natural spring fed the house and kept all perishables cold. Now the spring feeds our entire house. It is the best water I have ever tasted, plus is is clean and free which is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have seen my secret of life of having a life outside of wedding planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1645610677551892981?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1645610677551892981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1645610677551892981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1645610677551892981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1645610677551892981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/secret-life-of-bees-pineapple-edition.html' title='The Secret Life of Bees (Pineapple Edition)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s72-c/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7505618386982767096</id><published>2008-11-04T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:34:38.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Annie the Versary Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s1600-h/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s400/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792995870626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Mr. Pineapple and I planted a tree on his father's property that we have dubbed Annie - the anniversary tree. We hope to visit Annie at least once a year and take a family photo. This year with just our little two-person family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNUmosd5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEOYatYtNRM/s1600-h/IMG_5113_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNUmosd5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEOYatYtNRM/s400/IMG_5113_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792980760065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We purchased Annie for $15 at a local nursery called &lt;a href="http://www.musserforests.com/catalogrequest.html"&gt;Musser Forrests&lt;/a&gt;. Mr. P had done some research ahead of time on the Musser website and thought we should go with the "October Glory" Maple. After about 30 minutes of searching their land the lovely folks at Musser found our tree. She is a fairly fast growing maple that keeps fall color longer than most. Her colors range from yellow to bright red. If all goes as planned Annie will grow to be 30-50 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU_wvCGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3E6sprMshpE/s1600-h/IMG_5115_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU_wvCGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3E6sprMshpE/s400/IMG_5115_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792987504674914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We planted our tree at the top of a hill where Mr. P and I have spent many a night in our tent and next to a warm fire. Luckily Mr. P's father dug a hole for us with his backhoe while we were at the nursery, saving us a whole lotta labor. Don't worry I did help Mr. P with the planting, I wasn't taking photos the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU-7LmhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7uiTk4ky9S4/s1600-h/IMG_5126_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU-7LmhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7uiTk4ky9S4/s400/IMG_5126_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792987280054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have high hopes for our little tree, hopefully we've done everything right to give her a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVmcOUjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6A-QsPESjZQ/s1600-h/DSC07586_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVmcOUjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6A-QsPESjZQ/s400/DSC07586_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792997887627826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family portrait number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have any plans to commemorate your anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7505618386982767096?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7505618386982767096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7505618386982767096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7505618386982767096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7505618386982767096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-annie-versary-tree.html' title='Meet Annie the Versary Tree'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s72-c/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4894491485717883818</id><published>2008-10-31T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:16:27.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmigoodness! - The PWC</title><content type='html'>... and by PWC I mean the post wedding chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the bridal masses and cut of my lovely lady locks. I have not had short hair since an uber-traumatic hair cut at age 6 where I was called out as "a boy with a dress on." I have to say though, I am lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s1600-h/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s400/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413905240106050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a day last week back in the 'burgh to take my gown to be cleaned and to have my hair cut by the lovely Jamie at Philip Pelusi who did my wedding hair. Working in a creative field can be tough and I love it when clients give me a lot of freedom so I try to do the same for other creative folks. I just told Jamie I wanted to go shorter and just to do whatever she thought would be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnDw4zaKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UT-EqkoO-Qg/s1600-h/IMG_5109_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnDw4zaKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UT-EqkoO-Qg/s400/IMG_5109_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413903872977058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she finished with the cut it felt sooooo light and cool. I was, for the first time in a long time, conscious that there was a back to my neck. I feel so much older and sophisticated. Having the same hair cut for almost 20 years is comforting, but I am so happy about this change. (And Mr. Pineapple keeps telling me how cute I am, which is a nice perk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on doing the PWC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4894491485717883818?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4894491485717883818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4894491485717883818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4894491485717883818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4894491485717883818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohmigoodness-pwc.html' title='Ohmigoodness! - The PWC'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s72-c/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6895064993410090893</id><published>2008-10-30T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:56:25.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Foodiemoon: The Brownstone Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s1600-h/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s400/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958310836776994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our foodiemoon began everyday with a wonderful breakfast from the &lt;a href="http://www.brownstoneinndowntown.com/"&gt;Brownstone Inn Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast&lt;/a&gt; just two miles from the heart of downtown. The inn was such a wonderful choice by Mr. Pineapple. I loved staying at the Brownstone Inn because for the most part a beautiful hotel is still just a hotel and often they lack charm and character. The was definitely no lack of character here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home was built in 1874 and is on the National Register of Historical Places. The owner, Robin Yates, was a great cook and an amazing host. He has been living in the home for 34 years and has run it as a B&amp;amp;B for eight. In the morning he would chat with use making sure we were enjoying our stay and recommending some of his favorite spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIsZG83gI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wnrP5n8O6tI/s1600-h/IMG_4866_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIsZG83gI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wnrP5n8O6tI/s400/IMG_4866_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958304538975746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P and I had "the wedding room" at the top of the town house. It was a nice big room with a private bathroom. Above the bed was a turn of the century wedding photo. The price was right too at $89/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I used to picture those who stayed at B&amp;amp;Bs I would imagine my parents, on the verge of retirement. However, the other guests who were also staying at the Brownstone were all 20-somethings who shared our same interest in politics and Mr. P's interest in micro-brews. Breakfast was always really yummy and full of lively conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIrhbqEsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x9BXzQqVcYI/s1600-h/IMG_4864_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIrhbqEsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x9BXzQqVcYI/s400/IMG_4864_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958289593438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We may be back to Cleveland in a couple weeks and if we are, we will most certainly stay at the Brownstone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy staying at bed and breakfasts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6895064993410090893?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6895064993410090893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6895064993410090893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6895064993410090893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6895064993410090893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleveland-foodiemoon-brownstone-inn.html' title='Cleveland Foodiemoon: The Brownstone Inn'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s72-c/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1574336144183941636</id><published>2008-10-27T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:53:47.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Foodiemoon: West Side Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s1600-h/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s400/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897480951473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When people asked us where we were going for our honeymoon we would tell them Cleveland and we mostly got looks that were a combination of confusion and pity in return. Pittsburghers are not known for loving Cleveland, in fact because of ye old football rivalry, we are supposed to despise Cleveland. Sorry fellow 'burghers we loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite places in Cleveland was the Westside Market. Mr. P and I love to buy local produce when we can. Living in the city we were part of a community supported agriculture program where 15lbs of produce was delivered to us once a week. Now that we live on a farm we take advantage of the few fruits and veggies we have around and get most of our produce from the Amish market down the road. The Westside Market was huge and delicious and amazing. We even ran into some friends there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD48mmN9I/AAAAAAAAASU/jdq9gZ1By6k/s1600-h/IMG_4571_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD48mmN9I/AAAAAAAAASU/jdq9gZ1By6k/s400/IMG_4571_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897491504576466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Pommegranite and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD5CjDtWI/AAAAAAAAASc/i1aq2KioOeU/s1600-h/IMG_4575_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD5CjDtWI/AAAAAAAAASc/i1aq2KioOeU/s400/IMG_4575_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897493100344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Avocado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an outdoor corridor there were probably a couple dozen vendors selling produce. Much of which waas local, some of which came with a Dole sticker (like my Pineapple relations). There was so much to take in and take home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZw4snmeI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pc_HuHw1MoM/s1600-h/IMG_4577_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZw4snmeI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pc_HuHw1MoM/s400/IMG_4577_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921542272948706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxR-5G9I/AAAAAAAAATM/f8H8cmG-QYw/s1600-h/IMG_4578_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxR-5G9I/AAAAAAAAATM/f8H8cmG-QYw/s400/IMG_4578_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921549060479954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZjQfAKMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B_YAoutGmWk/s1600-h/IMG_4591_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZjQfAKMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B_YAoutGmWk/s400/IMG_4591_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921308140120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxrm7YRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Prc6Vd01mfw/s1600-h/IMG_4589_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxrm7YRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Prc6Vd01mfw/s400/IMG_4589_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921555939287314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever heard of a pear apple? Neither had we, it's a hybrid pear and apple. Creative name, no? Guess what it tastes like? Like a fruit with an apple momma and a pear daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the market were a couple dozen more vendors selling meats, cheeses and all sorts of other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZx5BUFHI/AAAAAAAAATc/VKEM30NrA7o/s1600-h/IMG_4606_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZx5BUFHI/AAAAAAAAATc/VKEM30NrA7o/s400/IMG_4606_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921559539618930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZyS49l_I/AAAAAAAAATk/WJ6KK1e1h58/s1600-h/IMG_4611_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZyS49l_I/AAAAAAAAATk/WJ6KK1e1h58/s400/IMG_4611_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921566483912690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Pineapple doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he had to grab one of these Ohio favorites, a buckeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market is open Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Many of the restaurants in Cleveland buy and cook only locally grown food. Which is wonderful and I hope it is a trend that catches on! Even if you don't buy anything the market is just a cool place to browse, a feast for the eyes I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa02xcFjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OB4qvBzPoTk/s1600-h/IMG_4662_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa02xcFjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OB4qvBzPoTk/s400/IMG_4662_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922709987399218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0V52rNI/AAAAAAAAATs/FgX7AMEdj-g/s1600-h/IMG_4644_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0V52rNI/AAAAAAAAATs/FgX7AMEdj-g/s400/IMG_4644_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922701164326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0-i63lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jjau7AYcTEk/s1600-h/IMG_4680_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0-i63lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jjau7AYcTEk/s400/IMG_4680_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922712073985618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you and yours enjoy going to local markets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1574336144183941636?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1574336144183941636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1574336144183941636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1574336144183941636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1574336144183941636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleveland-foodiemoon-west-side-market.html' title='Cleveland Foodiemoon: West Side Market'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>emilyrearick@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12590791636400574601'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s72-c/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>