Wedding Stories & Other Stuff

Bride Uses Karate Moves on new Husband

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 06:49:00 +0000

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Bride Swan Attack

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 20:55:00 +0000

All she wants to do is feed the cute swan. What does she get for her trouble?

Wedding Day Rainout? No Way!

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 06:05:00 +0000

This story came from M. Wells of Remsen, NY

Our wedding was a complete washout! We had scheduled our wedding for June 18, 2011 months in advance.

We had a beautiful ceremony planned in the town of Barneveld, New York where there is has been a beautiful park built overlooking the majestic Trenton Falls.

So, our wedding day arrived and there we were sitting at Morey’s bar which was located one block west of Mappa Hall where we were to hold the reception, staring out the windows watching the rain fall; seemingly by the bucket loads.

Kim, my beautiful bride, was totally dejected. Her chin was dragging the floor so hard I was worried she’d develop a callous or get a splinter.

We were standing around praying the rain would quit by 2pm - wedding time - and it was 1:30 when I had a grand idea:

I jumped up and said, “Its raining, yes! But… does anyone hear any thunder?”

I slowly made the brightest smile possible and said, “I don’t either! A little water never hurt anyone… and if there is no lightening, there’s no reason we can’t still have the wedding we planned.” I said, “why, in my army days we called that ‘liquid sunshine’.”

A Few people brought umbrellas, some had raincoats and at 2pm, we stomped out across the street through the rain and puddles, and we had our wedding.

Afterward, while drying off at the reception hall, Kim looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Thank you for being you today.”
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Share your up-coming Wedding Plans with Us

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 05:09:00 +0000

It is nearing the Wedding Season. Do you have special plans you’d like to share with readers from all over the world?

Please send in your unique, funny or romantic wedding plans and I’ll post them here on this blog.

Email to: taverned@hotmail.com

Maybe you have a sky diving adventure planned, or maybe you plan to be married while wearing 1970’s afro wigs; whatever it is, we want to hear it.

Ashley Parks & Michael Golsby Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 01:01:00 +0000

The following pictures were taken at a very nice outdoor wedding at Karoli Park in West Monroe, Louisiana.

The weather was rather cold and a little rainy, but that didn't dampen the spirits of the wedding pary or the quests.

I took the following pictures of various people and activities taking place at the event.

Silly White Horse Saddle Slider Western Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:06:00 +0000

This Came From Sarah R. of Rocky Branch, LA

I read the story of the Grand Canyon Wedding posted on your site and laughed my tail off! After reading it, I had to share my own story.

My husband and I are big fans of the television show, “Walker: Texas Ranger” and we wanted a wedding with the feel of a modern western where everyone had cowboy hats and boots on.

After the outdoor wedding, my husband and I were going to ride away on a white horse.

We rented the horse and the saddle but I didn’t know how to put it on him. I assumed all men knew how to do that so I didn’t question Tom’s ability to do so.

So, there we were following the ceremony. Tom mounted the horse, then reached down to help me up. As soon as my weight was off the ground, the saddle slid.

It was funny because I tried to catch Tom as he fell over, and I fell flat on my back. He fell sprawled out on top of me with his face buried deep in my cleavage!

Seeing we weren’t hurt, people started laughing. My brother-in-law remarked, “Can’t you wait till you get a room?”

Lost Wallet Wedding Blessing

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 06:33:00 +0000

This story comes to us from Lisa D. of Johnson, TN

Our wedding took months to plan. We’d go to the Church to get married, then meet at the Brandi House later for the reception, Toward the end of the evening, we were to sneak away to our honeymoon.

After we each said, “I do”, George told me he lost his wallet. I looked at him and gave him back his words, “You lost your wallet!?”

He started explaining how he had to fix his pants at his brother’s house earlier, and that if she could stall everyone at the Church, he’d get the wallet and the key that was in it, to unlock the Brandi House doors.

Little did we know, while I was stalling all the guests at the church, across town the Brandi House was in flames.

According to the fire department, there was a gas leak in the kitchen. The Fire Marshall’s report said the pilot light under the hot water heater ignited the room full of natural gas causing an explosion.

If George had not misplaced that wallet, someone would have been in that kitchen when it exploded.

Sometimes little inconveniences happen for a reason.

I Heard of a "Bouncing Baby...", but Never a Bouncing Bride! (VIDEO)

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 06:28:00 +0000

Texas Wedding Video Blooper

Wedding Gag wasn't Cool!

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 05:13:00 +0000

The wedding was so quiet, not even the church mouse was stirring. Everyone knew the groom was mad as hell so they steered clear all day.

Why was the groom so angry?

Well, let me tell you:

It was common knowledge that Mike and Katrina were often playing gags on each other. It was tit for tat. Mike would play some joke on Katrina, then Katrina would pay him back with something bigger and badder.

It was Katrina’s turn to get Mike back. Apparently, she gave the tuxedo rental company clerk a hundred dollar bill to put some Arthritis ointment in his undershorts.

The ointment had dried in the shorts, so it took a while before Mikes perspiration activated it.

Everyone knew what she had done because Katrina had it typed in small print on the wedding programs.

While in front of the preacher, Mike was shifting uneasily from side to side, and after about 10 minutes his face began to turn red.

As he recited his vows, Katrina looked at him sheepishly, and when they were through and after they kissed, Mike burst out, “K, I’m going to get you!” And he chased her down the isle to the limo.

"Spring" Wedding Marriage Proposal

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 06:34:00 +0000

From F. Hopkins of Louisiana.

This story involves a frog, water, and spring.

I knew she wanted to get married, but I kept putting it off. Then she threatened to break up so I decided she was going to have to work for her proposal.

It was February 14, 2009 when I popped the question. Let me tell you how I did it.

It was first thing in the morning when she gave me my Valentine’s gift; a box of chocolates. I told her then that she’d get her gift later.

That evening she was pressing me for her gift, and he kept asking me about it. Finally, I gave in. I sat her in the living room chair, saying, “I’ll be right back”.

I went to the garage, picked up the shoebox, went to the kitchen, got a glass of water, a pen, and a calendar.

I set the stuff down on the coffee table and asked, “what do each of these have in common”? I flipped the calendar to April, and I pulled a document from my pocket.

She watched me, then said, “what?”

I said, “Open the shoebox..”
She put the box on her lap, removed the lid, and right on queue, a frog sprang out. She jumped to her feat with a yell.. She said, “I’m gonna kill you!”

I said, “You aren’t done yet. What do these things have in common? After a minute, I asked, “give up?”

She didn’t answer. I said, “They all have the word ‘spring’ in common. The frog springs, the pen has a spring in it, the water came from a spring, and the calendar is opened to the spring season.

She asked, “Spring?” Her eyes were wide with wonder as I handed her the document while reaching into my other pocket.

She unfolded the document, and I waited; watching here face for signs of comprehension. When she started looking up I saw she understood. “A Spring Wedding?” She asked tearfully. I went to one knee, and took her hand. I said, “if you’ll have me. Will you?” I asked.

She started jumping up and down. “Yes… Yes…Yes. I will marry you!”

Sneak Away Causes Gassy Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 07:17:00 +0000

Sent in By Jim F. of Branson, Mo.

My future wife, Janie, and I were looking forward to our Saturday evening wedding at The Plantation House in Jackson, Mississippi. So, in anticipation of the event, we decided to sneak away to one of the local Mexican Restaurants for some lunch to talk about our honeymoon plans and decompress from some of the stress that comes with such occasions.

Since the quantity of food served at this eatery is so huge, we decided to split a huge beef and bean burrito. It was very tasty, but took us most of an hour to finish it off.

An hour later, we returned to our wedding preparations. I went to my brother’s house; Janie to her sister’s house.

Three hours after that, I was standing at the end of the isle, in front of the Preacher waiting for Janie to walk down the isle escorted by her dad.

As I was standing there, I began to feel pressure in my belly. I knew from this familiar feeling that a crisis was developing.

As I stood there wondering how long it would be before Janie came down the isle, a strong bubble of pressure tried to escape, but I clamped down hard, squeezing as hard as I could.

I could tell the Preacher noticed I was looking uneasy because he looked at me inquisitively.

I scowled; concentrating on avoiding any loud noises, and finally decided to try decompressing slowly and silently.

About this time, the organ started playing the-bride’s-coming-music, so I was relieved thinking I had a better chance of letting one loose without incident. So, I tried to time it just right. The music played, “Here comes the bride, here comes the bride”, I slowly started to let off pressure.. And it felt so good to relax that I actually relaxed too much; too fast.

Apparently, Janie was doing the same thing. Almost in unison we both let loose with a long-loud sound that might be spelled something like, “SSSSAAAARRRBARPAPARRRGH!

There was an audible gasp from the guests, and the bride music slowed (almost to a stop) before it picked up again. I looked back at Janie, thinking of that burrito and busted out laughing. By then, she was laughing too, along with everyone else who soon joined in.

Broke Leg Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 05:57:00 +0000

Ryan from Del valle, Texas sent this story in:

My wife-to-be and I decided to be married in the treehouse where we used to play as kids.

We felt it would be romantic if Suzanne, myself, and the preacher stood on it’s balcony as the guests watched from below.

The problem arose when, prior to the wedding, I drove out to my parents house to inspect the tree house and get it ready for the ceremony.

To make a long story short, I was standing on the balcony when it collapsed.

Down I went. When I landed, I had a broken shin bone.

The result: instead of a romantic wedding and honeymoon, I got married supported by crutches and a honeymooned in Aspen where I couldn’t ski.

The funniest part of being in Aspen in that condition was the puzzled looks I got. Those looks said, “Why would anyone come here with a broken leg?”

Meeting at Niagara Falls

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 16:17:00 +0000

Sent in by Joyce L. of Buffalo, NY

I was working for a Hotel near Niagara Falls, NY when I met my soon-to-be-husband Tom.

Tom, a businessman from Milwaukee, was lodging for the night before going back home the following day.

While working, I often stopped what I was doing to admire the majestic falls by Stupidly, standing on the bottom railing, with the top railing at my thighs, leaning my torso way out over the several hundred foot drop.

One evening when I did this, my shoe slipped and I would have tumbled over the railing if not for Tom. As I lurched forward, I felt his strong hands clasp my flailing leg.

When I turned around, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of my near fall, or if it was because of the man standing in front of me.

My heart stopped palpitating though when he said, “that was stupid.”

I gave him a nervous giggle. At that moment that’s all I could muster.

But, in short order, we began to talk, and one thing led to another, and the following weekend we got married.

We got married at a park overlooking the falls where we met. That was 20 years ago.

Oh, the falls were beautiful that day.

A Wedding Story

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:49:00 +0000

This story is narrated by the couple. I can't beleive he set his leg on fire! And he made her laugh!

Thriller Wedding Dance is Pretty Darn Good

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 06:17:00 +0000

Wedding Ring Settings - Educational Video

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 05:28:00 +0000

Learn about the jewel settings in wedding rings. Pretty informative stuff. Which setting style do you like?

Canyon Mule Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 05:05:00 +0000

Tom Burges of Rome, NY sent this in:

My wife and I were married on mules. That’s right! We went to the Grand Canyon, and rode pack mules to the canyon floor where we got married.

It was funny because when the preacher said kiss the bride, I fell off my ass, onto my ass. I ended up with a nasty bruise on my backside.

Prior to being married, Judy and I decided it would be nice if we were married at the honeymoon location.

It worked out great! We both felt like we made the most of our time off from work.

World's Worst Wedding Dresses - Video

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 09 Oct 2010 05:44:00 +0000

Some of these are really funny. I found this and just had to share it!

Skydiver Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 07:05:00 +0000

Tom Argile of Clay Park, Georgia sent in this story and a picture

I was watching the bride and groom tie the knot when I noticed a skydiver floating to Earth in the distance.

As the Preacher said, “You may kiss the bride.” all the seated guests were watching as the skydiver’s parachute became entangled in some power lines.

They guy was hanging there with his arms flailing about.

The groom, I didn’t know then, used to be an airborne ranger in the army. Tux and all, I saw him jump into action. I don’t think I ever saw a guy move that fast.

He quickly kissed his bride and took off running. He moved like lightening. Within 45 seconds he was beneath the skydiver. “Are you okay?” he yelled. The diver said he was but couldn’t reach his chute releases. The groom reached into his pocket and produced a knife. He yelled, “Catch!” as he tossed the knife.

A few moments later the skydiver was sawing at the chute straps.

The skydiver looked down tentatively before sawing the last strap.

The groom yelled, “I’ll break your fall!” And the diver fell.

And the groom broke his fall.

The groom invited the skydiver to the reception, and I (the photographer) got some good pictures.

Beautiful Bridal Gang

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 15:13:00 +0000

The Bridal Gang

Everyone knows that, as a bride, you have a kind of Bridal gang; a group of your closest female friends and relatives. Who fuss over you for almost the entire wedding day. Well, let me tell you about mine.

I had 2 flower girls: Kim and Daphne.

Kim, the 6 year old daughter of my Sister, has Down ’s syndrome. She is the cutest little girl I have ever seen, and she has the most beautiful spirit. Up until this past spring, she was unable to walk She used to scoot on her fanny across the floor wearing out the bottoms of all her pants.

Daphne, my Maid of Honor’s Daughter is afflicted with CP (cerebral palsy)/. If you knew her, however, you would understand that she doesn’t consider herself afflicted at all.

Then there’s my bride’s Maid, Lorraine. She is a Nurse in a hospital that treats childhood cancer. She has dedicated her life in the service of others.

My Maid of Honor is totally blind. She lost her ability to see with her eyes 5 years ago because of a brain tumor. How she copes with that situation like she does is a mystery to me.

Let me tell you about my best friend La Donna; she is one of the most beautiful people I know.
Despite my pleading, I couldn’t convince her to “be ‘in’ my bridal gang”. It’s funny, because the one person, who didn’t want to dress up and parade around with me, is the person who helped me the most throughout the entire day.

When La Donna was ten, her abusive dad told her she was ugly, as he poured acid on her face and body. She now has terrible scars that no surgery can fix. Let me say, whether she realized it or not, she WAS in my bridal gang, and I love her dearly.

So, as you now see, my bridal party consisted of 4 people in my life who taught me some important things.
1. I don’t take my life for granted.
2. What’s on the outside of a person doesn’t matter as much as what’s on the inside.
3. Beautiful spirits are all around us, and we don’t have to look hard to see them. Sadly, you can usually find the beautiful spirits by looking where most others are not.

Wedding Cake Surprise

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 02:49:00 +0000

This letter is from James Talbot of Plain Dealing, Louisiana.

First of all, this isn’t what you think. Well this is not “only” what you think. Yes, we did the wedding cake mouth-stuffing that most newlyweds do, but I’m talking about another kind of “surprise”.

When I crammed the piece of cake into my bride’s mouth, she discovered something was in her serving. It turned out being a lottery ticket.

There was no way this ticket was legit. Surely nothing could come of it, right? Let me tell you, that ticket won 4.4 million dollars!

I was like, “Let’s go party!”

My wife was like, “That money isn’t ours. That ticket belongs to someone else.” Upon hearing this, I shot her an “Are you crazy?“ look. She shot one back that said, “I’ll feel so guilty for the rest of my life if I take this money.”

I gave in. We called the cake company and asked if anyone had complained of losing anything.

Turns out the baker, whose families birthdays he used to choose the numbers had actually lost the thing.

To make a long story short, we gave the baker the ticket back. He have us a reward of $250.000. It was party time after all.

Wedding Story rss with Current Content

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 18:33:00 +0000

Here is the rss for this site. Please feel free to utilize it.

http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeddingStoriesOtherStuff

The Wedding Shack

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 18:07:00 +0000

The following was sent in from Mildred Middleton of Bluff Mills, Utah.

My husband and I were married in 1949. He had just returned from the Pacific Coast after his stint in the Navy. I met him 12 years earlier in high school and knew at once that I loved him.

We didn’t have a lot of money so we had to make due.
It was my idea to marry in a long abandoned church house. The door was hanging off the hinges, the roof was in poor shape, and the floor was dusty and creaky.

Despite the building’s poor shape, I thought marrying in the same exact place as my great grandmother was wonderful.

When I look back now, I know we made the right decision to have our ceremony there. This situation is testament to the fact that the cost of a marriage doesn’t matter as much as the love that creates the bond between a man and a woman.

We were married in the most rundown of places, yet our marriage endured for 50 years when I lost my beloved Albert.

Don’t ever pass up an opportunity to brighten your life with loving gestures.

Yellow Wedding Shoes to the Rescue

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 16:59:00 +0000

This letter came to us from Janet Mason of Deer Park, NY.
Like every girl, I wanted my wedding to be perfect. I wanted every detail planned out, and I wanted the plan followed to the letter. Well, everything did not go as planned, and you know what? Everything turned out just fine.

You see, the night before my wedding, my girl friends threw me a party across town in a hotel.

The next morning, we all woke late and were rushed. We went back to my house, and hurriedly got dressed. I left my running shoes on and planned to change them at the church, but when we got to the church, they could not be found.

What was I supposed to do? I paid $400.00 for them because they perfectly matched my dress and the wedding décor of the church and reception area.

Well, there was my friend Lisa. She also spent a small fortune on shoes to match but hers were yellow, and mine were white. She offered to let me wear hers, and I gratefully accepted.

Lisa had to wear my running shoes at my wedding. It’s funny because she later told me how comfortable her feet were that entire afternoon.

She’s a great friend, and I learned that all is well that ends well, even if it is not according to plan.

A Runaway Bus to Matrimony

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 18:13:00 +0000

The following story submitted by Jeff Dunn of Rome, NY.

I was in fourth grade when I met Penny. I watched as she boarded school bus 32 and found a spot to sit; right next to me. That is when and where our relationship started. She was so nice, and pretty.

So, I didn’t object when Penny suggested we get married on a school bus. I did have my reservations, however, when she suggested we be married as the bus traversed the same route it took 20 years earlier when we were in fourth grade. To make matters even more interesting, she suggested we find that same bus to do it on.

My first words after hearing this were, “are you insane?” She wasn’t amused. In fact, she started crying saying how I didn’t value our past.

The guilt trip worked. I called a friend of mine on the County School Board who did the leg work on finding the bus.

It was on the back lot of the town bus garage, and hadn’t been driven in 14 years.

I spoke with the Superintendant who agreed that if I paid for whatever parts the bus needed out of my own pocket, he’d allow us to use it for our wedding.

To make a long story short, we were rumbling down RTE 365 just east of Rome when the Priest pronounced us man and wife. Immediately, we knew something was wrong.

The Priest was the only one standing. He was beside the driver, and the driver yelled to him to “sit down!” And he did. The next thing we heard was the driver saying, “The brakes are out , so is the clutch and I can’t get the transmission back into gear.”

We had just crested Vickerman’s hill, and a huge 2 mile descent sprawled ahead. Suddenly it was like we were on a voyage to the center of the earth. To make matters worse, at the bottom of the hill was a sharp curve to the right. A sign warned, “Dangerous curve 15 mph”.

The bus gained speed. The needle on the speedometer read 85 as we shot down the hill passing the halfway mile marker. My new bride and I hung on for dear life as the driver yelled back “90 mph!”

I heard my Penny praying, “Jesus please help us…” Then suddenly, we all heard what sounded like tires popping. And that’s what it was. The tires were all coming apart and yes, they were deflating with sudden loud bursts.

This was a good thing because, strangely enough, the same number of tires on each side of the bus went down and the river was able to maintain control as the bus began to slow suddenly.

The tires forced the bus to come to a stop just feed from the final curve warning sign.

What a wedding this was. I’ll for ever hold the times spent on this bus close to my heart now! Yes, now those grade school rides with Penny will be cherished by me, as well as her. At least those rides were safe rides!
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