Spain Photos: Part 3

I know I said Kiepert had stashed away some Spain photos, but “some” really meant “gazillions.”  I exaggerate.  I know.  It’s my thing so just roll with me homes.

Here are some more photos.  I’m trying to post them in increments so I don’t dump all gazillion of them on you guys at once.

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If you have had the chance to see me the past 6 months and asked me “Hey Tor! How is the wedding planning going?,” I would have responded with my infamous “You’ll be the next to go” look.  A.k.a. the planning had not been going well, rather, not going at ALL.

Not because Adam and I were dragging our feet about getting married.  More like I was dragging my feet about all the stressors of finding a reception hall, that wasn’t a hall really, was near my hometown, had cream city brick, near the lake, not expensive, had catering included, didn’t look like a “wedding” place etc etc etc.

I’m telling you, the list goes on for DAYS.  Pretty sure my sister and wonderful bridesmaids wanted to pull their hair(but really mine) because every place they came up with I hated or had already seen it and hated it already.  :/

BUT ALAS, I find the shining star in the dark and dismal sky that was my wedding planning.  Enter, The South Shore Pavillion.  Oh yes my friends, I am getting married in a public park.  It is beautiful and everything I had hoped for.  As soon as I found it, I knew it was the one.  It was the exact same feeling I got when I first met Mr. Kiepert.  Butterflies.  Excitement.  Jumping for joy.

Okay, I keeed I keeed.  But I was almost equally excited as that first day I met him.

Things then continued to fall into place.  I found a great caterer.  Pinterest was filled with awesome bridal hair ideas.  The wedding Gods were definitely looking down on me today.

I’m going to basque in this load-off-my-shoulders moment until my sister gets on my case about the next daunting task: invitations.

Until then my friends…….pray for my sanity in this very difficult, bridezilla world of mine.

Here is an extremely small percentage of some of my favorite things I pinned today:




By the way, I have finally stepped into reality and found the “follow” button on here.  So if you have the time to click a button, you should follow this little slice of the blog world.  Thanks everyone!

All photos from Pinterest


Spain Photos: Pt 2


Madrid- craving chinese food in Spain.


Traveling from Sitges to Valencia on the Renfe train


So much to look at, everywhere you go.


Sangria in Valencia at a Flemenco dancing club.


In Valencia at a bus stop. Probably drunk.


Shopping in Valencia while crabby at Adam for taking a picture of me.


Our hostel in Madrid had a great view of a cat on a leash across the road. Perfect!


We needed come clean clothes so we did our laundry in the shower.

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Waterstreet Brewery

I had the chance to visit with my mom, sister and her two kids in Milwaukee.  Adam and I were there checking out a possible(it is currently, NOT possible anymore) venue for our wedding.  Please ignore the exorbitant amount of beer that I consumed.  I was a little depressed about not finding a wedding venue.


Grandma Benson with Carson. In case you are wondering, yes. That is a bow tie. I made them for him for Christmas. What a cutie.


Taylor had to wear a tie that day because Carson was wearing one. I’m going to assume he’s following the advice I gave him that I got from Rachel Zoe. “If you show up looking a bit more glam than the rest, what’s the worst case scenario, you look the best in the room?”


“Only God can judge me.” Atleast that is what a lot of rapper’s tattoos say.


This picture was taken so I could send it to my Dad with the caption “wish you were here.”


I hope she never sees this. I just thought it was such a great action shot of how the meal went.


Mr. Kiepert trying to keep day drinking classy.


Taylor was a little all over the place because I kept making him sit still to take a picture. He wasn’t too happy about it so this picture was the result of one of the failed picture-taking attempts.

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