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May 2012

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am going through a painful divorce. I also have the misfortune of being deemed Maid of Honor at my sorority sister Savannah's wedding just south of Geneva (I know what you're thinking, Savannah south of Geneva, how's that for confusing? Too much for this Georgia peach!)

Thing is, I'm not really in party mode lately. I'm so sad that little things make me cry, commercials for feminine hygiene products on television, the way my pinscher Poopsie looks when I come home after a long day. How am I going to party like its 1987 when all I feel like doing is curling up with a pint of Strawberry Surprise?


April 2012

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: You may have heard of my fiancé, Sammy “The Smorgasbord Hoard” Sanjelofski. He’s kind of a local celebrity around these parts. He’s not making the world a better place, per se, but he is shoveling in absurd portions of food in a ludicrous amount of time.

We set our wedding date for June. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you ladies that setting a June wedding date is basically like setting it in stone (if the stone happened to be stone set with diamonds and encased in platinum). So imagine my surprise this morning when I read the local paper (shout out to everyone at the Bloomsinburgtownwood Herald!) and see that my future husband has scheduled a competitive eating event THE DAY OF OUR WEDDING!!! When I question Sammy he shrugs and says I’m being “dramatic” and that he will have plenty of room in his tummy for our reception banquet! THAT IS SO NOT THE ISSUE!

March 2012

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My wedding day will be here in exactly two months and five days. That’s right, I’m counting it down. This is MY DAY, and so far, things are falling into perfect place. The only issue is Sheila.

Sheila is my father’s girlfriend, except her figure isn’t exactly girlish and her demeanor isn’t what you would call friendly. To say that I hate Sheila is an understatement. This is the vile creature that broke up my parents’ marriage.


February 2012

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I consider myself to be a virtuous and respectable young woman. Recently, I was asked to be a member of the wedding party, ultimately partaking in bridal activities. Although I was quick to refuse the sex-crazed siren song of the bachelorette party, I thought it appropriate to attend the wedding shower.

Now I was not personally acquainted with this particular bride prior to her bridal shower. She is the intended wife of my cousin Douglas (Please let’s not get started on Douglas! Although he is a sweet boy, Douglas is a bit on the dumb side. He tends to gravitate toward the side of evil, as opposed to my side, the good side.)


January 2012

Tis the Season for Giving…Bridal Advice!  If Halloween is a holiday devoted entirely to exorcisms, and Thanksgiving is a day for shooting poultry, than Christmas with Mags and Dags is even more magical (though not entirely unlike the other two holidays). So go ahead, curl up by the hearth and set fire to your husband’s freshly laundered work shirts (if you’re like Dags).  Or use your holiday bonus to hire a plucky driver named Roscoe  to chauffeur you around town on a pub crawl and then back to a cheap motel to get…plucky (if Mags’ antics are more your style).  Either way, we’re sure they’ll both be in court-mandated therapy before the New Year! You could be, too! Season’s Greetings from Bride Dish!       


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Let me start this letter by saying that I did not want to write it. My husband Trent insisted. He's a great guy, except he's really annoying. We've been married two months now, and all he keeps saying is, "It's not natural! You have a serious problem! Blah, blah!" I can stop anytime I want to. But I don't want to. It's not an addiction, it's a lifestyle. No! Make that a wifestyle, because I am his wife and I have style! Not to mention a sexy year-round tan! I don't glow, darlings, I R-A-D-I-A-T-E. Picture me spelling this out. Trent thinks I have a problem, a tanning addiction. I say nothing gets me feeling hotter than hopping onto that tanning bed!

Please tell that man I needs my tan!
Tanning is a Wifestyle


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am not your usual bride-to-be, in that I have been happily married for two months now. I’m not writing in to complain about my hubby, or my floral arrangements, or even my mother-in-law (Hello, Daphne, if you’re reading this! I mean, Mom!) Mags and Dags, this is regarding the present. More specifically, this involves a wedding gift. However, since I am writing to you right now, I suppose the present could refer to present day, as well. They say there’s no time like it! Okay, I’ll make my point: My friend Madelyn did not give us a wedding gift. Can you believe it? I went to her wedding! Oh yes, I did! I spent oodles on her china pattern! On Limoges! And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, but Limoges are not cheap.  


Summer 2011

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Next monthI will be attending the wedding of my former roommate, Hyacinth. As much as I love Hyacinth, I am not a fan of her taste in food. The reception will offer a full vegan menu, where as I am more of a flexitarian at best. I did try the lacto ovo route during my college years, but was way too fond of shellfish to fully commit!

Would it be tacky to bring my own vittles to this joyous occasion? I do so want to help commemorate this incredible love between two wonderful people. However, I do not want to come across as rude if bringing my own goodies. Should I perhaps carry enough to share?

Apprehensive Annabel


May 2011 DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am the mother-of-the bride, or MOB, if we’re going by acronyms. Lately that is all we seem to be going by! My daughter Jillian, the B2B or Bride-to-be, if you must, has been texting all of her demands to the brdal prty. You know… the bridal party! I find the entire situation to be outr8 infuri8ing. What I’m trying to say is that this is outright infuriating! Did I get it right? See, I can be cool, too! Why won’t my daughter listen to any of my ideas? I have gr8 1’s.  Sad Mom

Mags: I think the problem here is either you are a) old or a plus) too old for people to hear you. It’s a real thing. I saw it on a magazine cover one time. At least, I think I did. The magazine was on this guy’s coffee table, and my head was tilted at a fun angle, because that’s how I roll when I do it upside down. Then I really did roll! Ooh, you would appreciate this! We were on a water bed. That’s an invention from your lifetime, right? SHOULD I MAKE BIG LETTER WORDS FOR YELLING? I THINK SO!


April 2011

`DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My fiancé Brent is desperate for us to save money. He wants us to be able to afford a down payment for a house, but I think the wedding is much more important. It’s like the party of your life! I try to explain this to him, but he’s a penny pincher like no other. Brent wants me to use silk flower arrangements instead of real ones! How could he not love real ones? I love real ones!

Denise Wants to Get Real

MAGS: See, I’m not a fan of real ones. I mean, real ones fall a little flat, if you know what I mean. I’m thinking about seeing a doctor to give me a little push-me-up. But I’d love to get brand newbies (that’s Medicine Guy code for “new boobies”; he’s a really great doctor!)

March 2011

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My future husband Nick and I are in a bit of a bind. We are planning the wedding ourselves, and are truly in a fiscal pickle. I might be losing my job in marketing soon, and I’m really not sure how we’re going to make ends meet. So far we’ve put the deposit down on a rental hall, and for the florist. Any advice for finding wedding day entertainment on a bare-bones budget?

Daphne Desires a DJ

MAGS: Well, this makes sense to me! Once I needed money! It always happens to some people eventually sometimes! I’ve never had a fiscal pickle. Is that like carnival food? I dated a carnie once…or maybe his last name was Carney? Or did he work for the rodeo? Or did we shop at Rodeo Drive? Or was it one of those bars where you can ride the bartender, I mean, the mechanical bull?

(...) FULL STORY>>>


January February 2011

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am truly in an awkward position. Even though I am the bride-to-be, I find myself intimidated by my husband’s twin sister (just for privacy’s sake I’ll call her Jealous Jill). Well, Jealous Jill has had it in for me since our engagement party, telling me that all of my ideas are “stupid” and “boring”. Yes, it’s true I want pastel bridesmaid dresses. It so happens that my flower of choice is gardenia. And I am looking forward to our self-serve martini bar/ice sculpture of a drunken mermaid with her merman! It’s MY day, after all! Well, my future husband is no help with this. He always sides with his twin. Whaddaya say girls? Can you help me win this wedding war?

She’s Not MY Evil Twin


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am a soon-to-be bride who is clueless when it comes to preparing for the big day. Would you be able to direct me to some sites where I can find the pointers I so desperately seek?

Pleading for Pointers

MAGS: Aww, I hate when ladies beg (but love it when men do, isn’t that too funny?!?) You say you are clueless and need someone to direct you. This is going to sound so freaky, but people have told me I’m the same way! Do you think we are related? What color hair do you have? Do you like dogs? I like some dogs, usually the ones that are purse-sized. They are so cute and love to go on adventures! We should totally buy dogs and purses! Then WE can go on adventures!


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I have never written in to a column before, but this issue rocks me to my maternal center. My son Keith is marrying a devil woman. Is there a nicer way to say it? If so, I don’t care. She is so evil that her greed practically shoots out of her skin! I know she just wants his money.

Every time I try to talk about these issues with Keith, he walks away. Any advice for mommy?

Not Ready to Kiss Keith Goodbye



DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My sister’s wedding is coming up, and I am going to be her right hand gal. Number One Maid, that’s moi. So I’m curious, ladies: any words of wisdom?

Sissy So Proud from Kissimmee St. Cloud FULL STORY


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am recently engaged and completely excited! My fiancé Thad is so amazing, and my future in-laws Buck and Lenore are such wonderful people! I feel as though I am skipping on a puffy white marshmallow cloud, wearing a glittery tiara in a fabulous romantic comedy! Only it’s my life!

Farrah’s Fantasy is coming true! FULL STORY


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: The crappy economy is ruining my wedding! How am I supposed to enjoy my one day as a princess, when all I’ve been doing the past year is pinching pennies like a pauper? It’s like there is a big rain cloud over my head, pouring bills and debt onto my parade!

  Bride with a Big, Bad Budget (...) FULL STORY>>>

March Bride Dish with Mags and Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: As my wedding day approaches, the whole fete is topsy turvy! My maid of honor Gwen has Pityriasis  Rosea, which is going to cause nightmares for my photographer (and not the usual garden variety nuptial tribulations!) Also, I didn’t know a wedding would be so expensive! Look, I want my guests to have fun, but this is costing me a fortune!

Stressed Steffie 

(...) FULL STORY>>>


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Please assist a blushing bride! My husband’s fraternity brother Denny is filling in as a last minute best man. This was after my first choice best man Cousin Alexander (or as I like to call him, “The Great”) was injured whilst trying to help local boy scouts build a state of the art go-cart. Cousin Alexander was a wonderful choice for Best Man, and will sorely be missed. Oh, he will still be present at our wedding, but will unfortunately be of no use to me. FULL STORY


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I have been waiting my entire life for my wedding day. I never thought it would happen for me, but finally, it’s here! The problem is that my bridesmaids are making it more about them. Here’s an example: I wanted to give out silver picture frames as wedding favors, right? Until my maid of honor Georgeanne mocked me. She said people throw favors in the trash, and there’s no point in giving out anything that isn’t edible! Plus the girls want me to dip into my wedding fund and splurge for a party bus! This thing is out of control!


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My bridesmaids are busying themselves with my upcoming nuptial preparations. I honestly could not have done it without them! These lovely ladies-in-waiting have already completed the Bathroom Baskets, complete with tissues that are monogrammed and pink-packaged tampons. Only the best for my female guests! My question is: do we provide sewing kits for any of my missies in the event of mishaps? I would hate to think my guests may have button boo-boos or zany zippers!

Sweet Charlene the Bridal Queen  


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Please help settle a family debate. Is it appropriate for the bride and groom to have their own "sweetheart" table? I say it is, but I'm hearing major opposition. I need your help…a spa day rests on this.
Sore Sadie Spa Seeker


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am considered a trendsetter amongst my social circle. My friends are more like groupies, since I am the star of the show. I rock their world, get it? But planning my wedding has been something of a snooze-fest. White dress, sparkly tiara and champagne toasts, what a drag! Everything remotely unique that I thought up has already been done on YouTube. So I changed my white gown to a bright yellow one with a leopard collar. Also, I ditched the sparkly tiara for this really cool headdress made of antique wood that used to be Thomas Edison's coffee table, or something. FULL STORY>

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I have been reading a lot about green weddings recently. My fiancé Greg and I care a great deal about one another, but also about our beautiful planet. Can you give me any tips on making our wedding day wonderful, while paying attention to the carbon footprint we leave behind?

Hopeful Helena

Read the Answer to Helena's Question (...)


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My fiancé Jeff and I come from large families. Because of this, we are going to have many children at our upcoming July wedding. My future sister-in-law has hinted that it would be appropriate for us to hire a babysitter for the reception. She thinks it's a fair trade off, since she is allowing her daughter to be my flower girl. When I asked her and "Just who is supposed to pay for this?" she said, "You are. Consider it my flower girl fee". Is she out of line or what?




March Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Do you think a Viennese Table display is a good idea? My catering manager is really pushing it. I was thinking of foregoing it entirely for a candy buffet...caramels in shot know, desperate times.


MAGS: If there's one thing that self-defense class taught me, it's that NO should be capitalized. No wedding is worth putting your dignity on the line. I am assuming that a "Viennese Table" is the sort of thing one might see in a back room while visiting some questionable parts of Europe, but Helga, you aren't in Europe anymore.

February Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I am a bride in distress! Initially, I chose nine bridesmaids for my upcoming wedding. Some of my maids are cousins and other Must-Choose-Them-Or-Risk-Offending-Daddy Wedding Bucks types. Most of the girls have fallen in line and responded well to my requests. One of the girls is my unfortunate cousin. For purposes of discretion, lets just call her Brittany Big Butt. I don't know what to do about this wretched woman! She's only twenty-four years old and perfectly confident in being her plain old self! You know the type: no makeup ever and no fun at all. She doesn't gossip, swear and she only had like, three drinks at my bachelorette party. She refused to hook up with even one of the male strippers (even I succumbed to their sweaty charms!)

My wedding day is weeks away...can I fire Brittany Big Butt today?


January Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Please help me settle a wager with my fiancé, Darryl. What is the appropriate number of engagement parties for a bride and groom to have? Darryl says only one, but I think it should be as many as to suit the couple (three, four, depending on subgroups like family, friends, co-workers, etc.) Please help a reader out! I have a pedicure riding on this! If Darryl wins, he gets a new telescope.



December Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Please help me settle a wager with my fiancé, Darryl. What is the appropriate number of engagement parties for a bride and groom to have? Darryl says only one, but I think it should be as many as to suit the couple (three, four, depending on subgroups like family, friends, co-workers, etc.) Please help a reader out! I have a pedicure riding on this! If Darryl wins, he gets a new telescope.


MAGS: This reminds me of the time I was asked to star in two different reality shows! One had me competing to be the sex interest of a character actor with narcolepsy, while the other had me fighting for my din-din on a desert island. These are the choices we have to make in life. It's so necessary to follow our hearts down the stairs and out the door, no matter where we end up when our hearts hail a cab. No matter what the meter reads when our hearts are too drunk to remember the name of a street that rhymes with "Fancy". Never forgetting that our hearts are the reason we have a smeared cocktail napkin with maybe an address or a hotel name plus a cute chimp doodle on it in our pocket...because our hearts were following someone or something somewhere!


November Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My cousin Brenda showed me your column, and I have to be honest: your advice is truly appalling. What kind of a message does this tripe send to young brides? How are women supposed to turn to you for guidance when your behavior is no better than some of the young socialites one reads about in the gossip magazines? Think about doing us all a service and handing over your pens, please.


October Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

.DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Growing up, I considered myself a pioneer. You know, the girl who tended to go all-out. I was the theater kid who wore full La Boheme garb one year, then convinced my boyfriend to do Puck alongside my Hippolyta the next.

So my wedding date is set for this Halloween. Friends and family are wary of my bridal selections. One question for you: are candy corn centerpieces gauche?


MAGS: Yikes, you are too much! This is a column for BRIDES, and some brides don't lose it till their wedding night. Well, that's what I read in an old book that smelled funny. Why was I looking inside an old book that smelled funny? Trying to seduce the hot guy in the bookshop! Do my flirtations work? Do old books smell funny? Yes, of course they do. What was all this about again?


September Bride Dish with Mags & Dags

DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My entire girlhood I dreamed of having a wishing well at my bridal shower. It was just one of those details I envisioned prior to our perfect day. See, the wedding is supposed to be about the couple, right? The bridal shower, however, that’s an event for ME. My future Mother-in-Law is against wishing wells. She thinks they are "a selfish ploy for more gifts". Is she correct?


MAGS: What’s a" girlhood"? Is that like a poncho? And this wishing’s a magical place where you wish for gifts and they appear? Personally, I’d ask for booze. It’s the gift you keep on swigging! Also, I’d like a hot male genie to escort me to the after party. This is for a birthday, right? I too am in a magical place: it’s called between being wonderfully drunk and achingly hung over.


By Mags & Dags


DEAR MAGS/DAGS: My fiancé Marcus and I almost never argue (because I always do what he wants). As we are nearing our wedding day, we have been arguing a little bit, and always about the same issue: I want to hyphenate my last name. Marcus says if I hyphenate my last name alongside his, it means that I don't want to get married to him. How can I show my Marcus that I love him above all else, but I want to keep this important piece of my identity?




DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I know women are the regular letter-senders to a column like this, but I'm a man in need. My grad school hombre Bart has been seeing this woman, if you can call her that. Okay, let's call her Delilah, and for good reason! It's not a lock o' balding Bart's mane she's after...although I'm pretty sure she'd rob one of his pelts for a mink stole. This girl is a gold digger with a capital "E" (You know, for "Evil?) Anyway, I don't want my bro to let a little somethin'-somethin' get in the way of our poker night. So what does Bart do at our poker game? He ups the ante. Pal is going to propose to this WITCH! I told him if he marries her, they will definitely get divorced, and probably before she has time to throw out all his stuff. Now he's not talking to me! What's up?




DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Yesterday at a family dinner my cousin Randy revealed that he's most excited about my upcoming wedding. I was pleased, but then Randy explained what it was that made him so happy: my bridesmaids. He has a bet going with his friends that he can bed two bridesmaids for the price of nothing (open bar, I should've gone the tacky cash route). Worst of all, my wedding is at a well-known hotel, so there will be plenty of room (pun intended) for Randy to revel in. Randy is a charming guy who has done modeling! He is extremely photogenic! He's about to ruin my wedding!

RANDY TOO HANDY (Pun Intended)



DEAR MAGS/DAGS: Tell me if I'm out of line. My not-yet hub Paolo wants his friend Benji to perform at our wedding. See, Benji is in a Seventies cover band, complete with disco –style jumpsuits and matching balls. I pictured our wedding as more "East-meets-West" Asian fusion, not "Past-meets-Yuck". I keep telling Paolo that I'm the bride, but his response is, "And I'm the groom". How can I marry my man, but divorce the discothèque?


MAGS: This reminds me of a parable I once heard. This amazingly hot gal had to meet the boyfriend's makers, a.k.a. his parents. She was so not ready. This guy was more like a twelve-night stand, and they were only on night seven, right? So she had to dress to regress. That is, in the kind of getup her own momma would make her wear to family functions when she was an even younger thang. Did it work? Did the boy toy's parents prance with joy? No, they did not. Why tell this story in a bridal advice column? You can only cover up so much cleavage, love. My disco balls still peeked through.

DAGS: Do these manly morons not understand that you are THE BRIDE? Do they not yet realize that Bride is an acronym for "Beauteous Revolutionary I Deem Everything"?? You are the Queen of the Kingdom, or at the very least Barry's Custom Wedding Bivouac (check out our ad! No more than five weddings at a time!). Paolo is a poor excuse for a piss ant, and if possibly my tongue twister poured on your pathetic parade, well, you're pretty predictable.

Look Bride-o, it's normal to stick to your fellow's chinos like lint, but if he is the one, you're selling the big day way wee. What are you waiting for? Your Asian-Fused Golden Anniversary, where you'll be lucky if you can still chew on a spring roll before soaking your choppers?



DEAR MAGS/DAGS: I don't know where to turn, and frankly, I'm dizzy. My fiancé of seven years, Ned is still not quite over his ex, we'll call her Beulah. He sends her cute little emails, and even, get this, a Valentine's Day card. I've been able to overlook it because I've got this scrumptious rock on my finger, but the burden it comes with is enough to stone a girl. It seems that Ned wants to invite Beulah to our wedding, and he's even suggested having her as the best man! He said if I can't accept Beulah as one of the guys, then I'm not the girl he thought I was.


MAGS: I'm going to need to know more about the rock. Remember this old adage: If you're platinum coated, your man is devoted. Not to mention, we hope, loaded. Also, tell me more about this Beulah. How hot is she? If she's not too attractive, then she might be fun for me to have drinks with. See, I don't like to hang out with girls who are hotter than me. If we're comparably good-looking, then okay. Just keep in mind that I am not the dutiful best friend who helps Beulah toss salted peanuts at the gorgeous bartender to land his attention, only to hear about how good he was at mixing and stirring the next day. When I take a bartender home, my margarita gets rimmed. Ya dig?




Mags is Maggie "Wild" Childes: Mags has never been married. She has however, dated married men, some prior to their nuptials. Thus, she knows a lot about the wedding planning process.

Dags is Dagmar Hewlett: Dags had her own wedding three years ago, but that's not going to prevent her from planning yours.

©2008 Christina Delia
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