Wedding Planning

The correct phrase is "Bride and Groom." This phrase is commonly used to refer to both individuals getting married. "Bride to Groom" implies a one-way direction of attention or action, while "Bride with Groom" suggests a more equal partnership, but neither are commonly used in traditional wedding contexts.

Women love diamonds because they're shiny, pretty, and expensive. They've been marketed as a symbol of love and status, so some women feel special when they receive them. Plus, let's be real, who doesn't want a sparkly rock to show off to their friends?

Traditionally, many couples choose to get married in the bride's church, especially if one partner has a stronger connection to a particular place of worship. However, it depends on the couple's preferences, beliefs, and family traditions. Some might opt for a neutral venue or the groom's church. It’s all about what feels best for both of them, Life is beautiful when we understand each other.

• The tradition is a man walks the daughter down the aisle. It can be a grandfather; brother; uncle or a good friend of the family. Your mother should be sitting in the first pew to the left waiting for you to come down the aisle with whomever you choose to walk you down that aisle.

Ah, wedding planning is like painting a beautiful landscape. Start with a vision in your heart, gather your favorite colors (ideas), and slowly bring everything together with patience and love. Remember, every brushstroke counts, and the final masterpiece will be a reflection of your unique love story. Just take it one step at a time, and enjoy the journey of creating something truly special together.

Not at all. No question. Yes if any women has had lot of sex before marriage, like sex workers , so their vagina is already open. So only then can you imagine that she is not virgin otherwise no one in the world can check women's virginity simply by sex as vagina gets tight again if somebody has done sex before once in month or fortnight but not on daily basis.

Yes they do and when you are scouting around for a wedding planner ask what their deposit is. Of course it will depend if you are at the low end of the scale, to medium or high so you won't get the quote re deposit until the bill is added up.

• There are many florists that can preserve the wedding bouquet so phone around and see if they have a solution to removing fungus from the bouquet only if you are saving it. Wedding bouquets are preserved by a special procedure by the florist.

The people of the town never understood Cardo. I alone, perhaps, understood him a little. Of course we all have a right to our own opinions.

Last vacation when I went to visit my relatives in Pasuquin, I first saw him. I was talking to Lorenza before their window when Cardo passed with dragging footsteps, his head bowed. He was not much over five feet tall with a gnarled, disjointed body like the trunk of a balete tree. At night, he took on an especially grotesque fearful aspect. He always wore a black camesa de chino, and his pants, reaching to the knees, were also black. This added to his unearthly appearance.

The girl said: "He is very terrible."

"Has he ever done wrong?"

"No."

"Why is he terrible then?"

"Only see how he looks! He is like the devil. He is very ugly. He looks drunk. He seems cruel."

He was the fear of the mothers, I learned. For though he was terrible and ugly, he had very nice way with children. Not with those who could walk and run. No. In fact, Lorenza said that the older children were afraid of him and hid at his approach. But the babies were not afraid. The small babies smiled radiant, happy smiles at him. The babies did not smile at their own fathers or mothers as they smiled at Cardo. That was why the parents were afraid of him; in fact, they hated him. Cardo might steal their babies. Or he might be the brother of the devil who cast spell over their children.

One day, so the beautiful Lorenza told me, Cardo was passing by. He saw a small baby in the arms of its mother- or the baby saw him (she corrected herself) - and the baby smiled. A beautiful smile that would touch a heart in sorrow. The mother was wondering why her baby was so suddenly restless. The baby was looking over its mother's shoulder. The mother looked around and saw, gnarled and distorted, ugly Cardo. She was frightened and screamed so loud that her husband who was sleeping, woke up. The mother did not see the baby smile. But Lorenza said that she saw him and Cardo smile at each other. Cardo's face was haggard, wasted, twisted, but the way he smiled was as clear as the sun in the morning. And the baby was smiling like the angels who look down on Jesus in the pictures the town priest often gave to the people of the town. Lorenza feared the smile even in its beauty because it was so strange.

Then the father came down with a piece of bamboo hardened by fire in his hand...

"What is it? What is it!" he cried.

Than he saw Cardo. The father ran up to Cardo and began to beat him with the bamboo. It was good the bamboo was not a bolo. But poor Cardo did not return the blows. He could have fought back, Lorenza said, for Cardo was quite strong. But Cardo was dazed, the girl told me. Cardo only looked at the father with surprised and then supplicating eyes. Cardo's head and breast were bleeding. Carlo tried to protect himself with his arms, then he groaned, --swooned, Lorenza thought,--and the neighbors intervened.

Later Cardo rose up painfully still groaning, poor man. Yet he did not say a word; he only looked at the people and the child's father with something like prayer in his sad, gleaming eyes. He groaned all the while. A beaten dog was better than he. Perhaps he wondered why he was punished for just smiling at the innocent baby. But the baby was so beautiful and no one had ever seen the child smile before like it smiled at Cardo.

Then Cardo staggered away. The people said he lived in a small cogon hut near the river. The baby saw him going and smiled again.

The beautiful Lorenza often wondered what power had Carlo over babies. She saw many babies smile at Cardo even when they cried before their mothers. That, perhaps, was the reason why Cardo was never understood, was hated by fathers and mothers. He was probably a witch,

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the brother of the devil. Lorenza told me that though she feared him even as the other people did; she wanted to see the smile, though she feared even the smile.

I was greatly interested. My glance followed Cardo until he disappeared in the woods by the river. He might have been beaten again, the girl told me.

"Oftentimes I think that too. But you see, his ugly, distorted face drives pity and sympathy away. Of course, they are doing injustice to the poor man-especially as he has never done any harm. But they are only playing safe with their children. Why does Carlo make the children smile that way? He might throw a charm upon them - the parents are naturally afraid."

I nodded. "From, where is he?"

"That adds to the mystery."

"Does he often come to the town?"

"Yes. Even if he is always punished. He comes-and looks through the windows-to find if there are babies to smile at. And they do not dare to kill him either, because though he is beaten until he is conscious, he does not return the blows. He only goes back to the river-and comes again."

"Perhaps he wants to be killed."

"Could that be?"

I nodded." Maybe, "I said. " Maybe, he wants to tell something. His life has a meaning, maybe. Maybe…"

Then came that day I talked to Cardo. I told myself after I had seen him that I at last understood him. Now I doubt it. He is still an enigma. Unsolved.

It was at the cemetery at Pasuquin. The cemetery is no longer used. During the Spanish times, yes; now it is too far from the town to be utilized. But I am interested in relics and visited the place several times.

The graves were old, and most of the crosses were down. The place was overgrown with grass and sweet-smelling herbs. Wild flowers grew there that somehow were beautiful with sadness. There were even trees growing over the graves-nourished perhaps on the bones of the dead.

The evening was falling, and as I walked to the farther end of the cemetery, I thought I had heard a low cry. I was a little startled. Then I saw the form of a man.

It was Cardo. He was crying over a grave. I recognized him because of his ugly, distorted body like the balete. I touched his shoulders.

He moved. Then in the dusk I saw him smile that radiant smile of his that babies lived so much. But something seemed to creep in my blood.

" Why are you here" " I asked.

" Yes." Only that ghostly " yes" for an answer.

" Your dead?'

He smiled. " You know, " he answered.

And he told me the tale of his life. A tale filled with the mysteries of life, full of passion and desire and yet of sweetness.

" …I was a seeker after the meaning of life, " he told me. " I wanted to know if life is dreaming or living and dying. I saw the many beautiful things of the world, like flowers and their perfumes, sunsets. While I, myself, was distorted and ugly. Ugly face, ugly feet, twisted, gnarled…I look like the devil. In my childhood they named me, screamed at me: " Judas! Judas! Judas! I was puzzled at first. Why did they call me Judas? I was not bad. Judas!

I prayed-better than they. Only, I was ugly. Only for that did they call me Judas. " Why?" I asked myself, I wanted to know why they called me Judas and why they admired what was perfect and beautiful, what was charming and good. Why I, too, admired what was good. And why they hated me because I was nothing but a freak of God. Might I not know?...

" And I went away. I was lonely-among strange men and in strange places. Still they jeered at me, laughed at me. Called me Judas and other dirty names. I was even put in prison. They accused me of having stolen something. But might I not learn, why? Why? Might I not?

" I looked at the beauty of women. Of beautiful women. What was in them that they were admired and married by men? I glanced at many pretty portraits by artists, at drawings of naked women. Why did I desire beauty? What was this beauty in life that others fight and die for? Might I not know?

"Then, I do not know-I leaned on a post one day and learned to smile. I smiled at women then and held them spellbound. They began to look at me with worshipping eyes. Had I turned into a God? They began to smile at me. I smiled at a young girl with bright eye. She

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smiled. She was slender like the lily. I wondered: what did she find in me who am only a freak of God? Had I beauty within the soul of me? I wondered I wanted to know. I was a seeker for the truth of life."

"She married you?"

"Yes. Yes, I do not know why. I had nothing to show to her to attract her. And she was glorious. But she saw, perhaps, what was beautiful in me, too, what was beautiful in my ugliness that I did not know. Perhaps it was the beauty of the spirit and the intelligence, the soul unhampered in its search for truth. And she fell, perhaps, only in that light…

"I caught the magic of her beauty; I took wholly from her by my own ugliness. I told her I was Judas and she answered by crying. Why should I say that, she asked me, when she loved me? When I was kind? And beautiful? I wondered . I laughed. Beautiful ? Me? I laughed again…

" Then we had a baby. The baby smiled at me. Did it smile because I, his father, was ugly? Called Judas? I wanted to know that-and I know…I know..."

"What do you know?"

"My son smiled at me and I know…"

Without getting his meaning, I asked: "And they are dead?"

"Yes" he answered. "They were both beautiful. They died. Why did they die? I wanted to know that also. I am a seeker of the truth of life. I wanted to know. So I smiled at little children to find the secret. And the women looked at me fearing. Why were they so happy in their children? Because they were living. But why were they living when my child and my dear wife were not? Why did God take them and he did not take the others? I was kind to my wife and child. I loved them and they loved me inspite of my ugliness. Why were they taken from me? I asked God. I asked myself.

"So I smiled at little babies because in them my baby's smile became mine. And the mothers looked at me with hate. I am a witch, they accuse me. Why should they say that? What is life? They beat me-I shed blood. I do not die. What power makes me live? I want to know that too. Why can't they kill me? And why can't I fight, why can I only suffer… and keep smiling at babies?"

It was evening. There were little stars in the heavens. Cardo suddenly said: " I know you. You learn a lot from books. But may I ask you: Why is Cardo like that, and you like that?"

For an answer I scratched my head and he smiled again. He shall live on uncaring, beaten… shedding blood…but wanting to know…what is life…Is there something in life so good, so beautiful that we can never know?

Hope I helped... BTW this is abridged version

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Amador T. Daguio was a Filipino writer and poet known for his works depicting the culture and traditions of the Igorot people in the Philippines. He was born in 1912 in Mountain Province, Philippines, and his writing often focused on themes of love, family, and the struggles of indigenous communities. Daguio's works are celebrated for their lyrical style and emotional depth.

That depends entirely on the wedding. Where, when and who all determine the use of fireworks.

A large outdoor, summer wedding held at a family estate or summer home by the water would be lovely if it ended with fireworks as the newly-weds drove away.

A hand full of firecrackers and a couple of rockets set off in the backyard might not have the same effect.

Las Vegas, Nevada is known for its quick and easy marriage process, allowing couples to get married within minutes at various wedding chapels and services around the city.

Stem Down A corsage should be pinned with the flowers up as if they were in a vase. The flowers of the corsage can be placed anywhere from slightly above the left shoulder to several inches below the shoulder. A good rule of thumb is to place the corsage over the collarbone, at a slight angle away from the face.

A Viking marriage was a contract arrangement between families, as it was in other areas of medieval Europe. Although, a woman's consent wasn't necessary, it was understood a disapproving bride would result in 'unmitigated diaster', whish could cause theendof life or limbto the groom. Three payments were made prior to the ceremony. Two by the groom. One for guardianship for the bride. One to insure her virginity. The third payment was a dowry paid to the groom by the bride's father. Weddings were held on Fridays, sacred to the goddess Frigga. Wedding celebrations often lasted all week.Autumn was a popular seasonafter the harvestwhen plenty of food was available. Honey for mead which the couple drank together was collected during the summer months. Enough mead was gathered for a month-long period known as the 'honey-moon.' The wedding ceremony was the last occasion a woman would ever be allowed to wear her hair loose. Following an exchange of swords, the couple exchanged rings. The groom entrusted a sword to the bride for the birth of their first son. Doorways were believed to be portals to other worlds and spirits were thought to gather around them. It was a bad omen for the bride to trip crossing over the threshold is why the groom carried her over. The next morning the groom presents his bride with the Morning Gift-Keys to the various locks of his house.

Dealing with the mother of the bride. Over and over and over again. You'll get yelled at a lot. People are seldom happy with someone else's idea of a perfectly planned event. Most of the time you'll need to get payment "up front" because people will tend to be unhappy with SOMETHING, even if they make it up, so that they don't have to pay the entire bill. The above person is right. The bride-to-be and the groom-to-be and their families are on edge and nervous, so especially the bride or her family or his family could be argumentative and make many changes in the wedding plans. The larger the wedding the more problems you could have. It is also wise to have a signed contract AND any changes to this contract (example: a change in flowers, decorations, etc.) should be initialed by the bride/groom or family member so you can cover your own backside. Otherwise they will blame you and refuse to pay! I have a girlfriend who has her own floral business and she had this problem and I suggested the above and she's had no problems since. If you love to plan wedding events this could be a lucrative business for you, but it's advisable to go into it with eyes open, a good partner you can rely on and have connections to good photographers and back-ups for decorating and also at least two good catering services to back you up if you should fall short.

Crying is a sign of emotion. It is not always a sign of sadness or sorrow. When we become so full of joy we can cry. They are so happy for their relatives.

They also realize that this is a once in a lifetime decision for you and that their happy with you. Because whoever is getting married is growing up. Especially if it is your first marriage that you committed to.

Being broadminded means being open and receptive to different ideas, perspectives, and experiences without being judgmental or close-minded. It involves being tolerant of diverse viewpoints and willing to consider new or unconventional ways of thinking.

someone can be honest if they think that they trust you enough to tell you something top secret, a truth, etc. someone can be honest if they think that they trust you enough to tell you something top secret, a truth, etc.

When two people's lips touch andmove together for a long or short (but usually long) period of time.

The most expensive wedding on record is estimated to be the nuptials of Sheikh Mohammed bin Zayed Al Nahyan, crown prince of Abu Dhabi, and Princess Salama in 1981. The wedding reportedly cost around $100 million.

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i found this last weekend b/c this was for my project. i broke down and looked in a dic. and found:

xanthium- which means- a genus of plants

ichose this word b/c it explains friar Laurence perfectly and it also deals w/ the apothecary.

The servant in Act 1 Scene 2 of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet has been given a list of people to invite to Capulet's "old accustomed feast". Unfortunately he cannot read, and so does not know who to deliver the invitations to. He asks Romeo to read it for him, and thus Romeo finds out that Rosaline is invited to the party. This makes him want to crash it.

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No, it was actually Billy Morrison who is also in the band with Billy Idol.