I wanted to remind you guys to get your In-Law stories in to me by midnight tonight. We have some doozies so far, but I would love to hear more. The more, the funnier.

Speaking of funny, I thought I should somehow acknowledge the weekend nuptials of Pam Anderson and Kid Rock. But I couldn't find any photos that were clothed enough to post on this here blog. And what would I say, anyway? Congratulations, crazy kids! Shine on, you rebel lovers?

Here's what she had to say on her blog:

"7/30/2006
MRS. ROCK!!!

Now I'm definitely rocking the most...MRS ROCK...From Vegas to New York to St. Tropez. I was so happy to finally get here. But now I can't wait to get away from these paparazzi - I swear they just wait for the ugliest pictures to take. The best most romantic wedding of all time. Rock n roll wedding. Pics will be out soon - from inside the boat that we took. - All love!"

Sigh. All love indeed. I would probably have more to say about this wedding...if she hadn't already once married a shirtless, tatooed, skinny "rock star" once before. You've stolen your own thunder, Pammy.

But who cares. During my research I found an even better Pam Anderson wedding story that has nothing to do with nudity, or unfortunate looking men from Detroit.

This story's not about Pam at all, but rather it's about Pam Anderson's dogs getting married. To each other.

(Thanks to GroomDoggy.com for the photo. Send your own thanks/animal cruelty complaints to those guys.)

Okay, let's try something different. There are enough fun (and funny) readers of this blog by now where we can run our first contest. HereComesTheContest. HereComesTheFreeStuff!

Before we get started on the rules of the game - let me first say something: I have the coolest in-laws ever. So don't even try it. They are warm, generous, patient, funny and mellow. The hours I've spent sipping wine and playing cards with them are among my all-time favorite memories. So if you send in anything saying "My In-Laws are cooler than yours"...well, just try it. You'll see what happens. Dare you.

This is what I'm proposing. Totally anonymously, of course, I want you all to send me in a lot of stories. I want stories of why you love your soon-to-be in-laws. And I want stories of the nightmare family you're about to legally link yourself to. Forever and ever. Our wedding experts will act as judges and vote for the Best In-Laws, and the Worst.

The winners of the best and worst stories will get a $50 gift card to the store of their choice. Put it towards your wardrobe, put it towards your wedding, hell - put it towards a year's supply of ear plugs so that you can block out your mother-in-law's political opinions. Totally your call. And like I said - totally anonymous.

So do it! First register on our fun little message board (Only qualification of the contest and yes, it's free.) Then email me your story to jayne@herecomestheblog.com. Put "InLaws" somewhere in the subject line and we're off the races. You have until July 31st. Start typing...

So two of my sisters are currently pregnant. And one of my friends is having twins.

There are about to be, like, a million babies in my life soon and I could not be happier about it. I cannot wait to shop for them and give them baby gifts and little clothes they will outgrow in hours. I am so looking forward to holding them. And marveling at their little screaming red faces when they burst into tears the minute I pick them up. But my favorite thing about babies is how they smell. CLEAN! How they smell when they are clean, I mean.

Like powder, and cotton, and innocence.

My excitement at this pending baby-age makes me wonder how I would have felt about all of these pregnancies if they had happened when I was planning my wedding. Would I resent - or like it - if my bridesmaids were trimestering down the aisle?

Would I look at them in their maternity bridesmaid dresses and consider what a blessing is to have such a moving symbol of life at my ceremony?

Or would I think "Thanks for jacking up my wedding photos, sister."

I may be weird, but I know I would like a pregnant bridesmaid in my wedding. I really do. First of all, one of the main reasons women don't dig pregnancies at their wedding is that a pregnant belly...is one hell of a thunder-stealer. An impending baby trumps a blushing bride for some people.

Normal, sane, brides like the idea of being the star of their wedding day. Me? Not so much. I dreaded walking down the aisle, knowing that people would turn around and stare at me. I still get queasy thinking about that. So a pregnant belly at my wedding would have been mooorrre than welcome.

But I also think pregnant women just look cool. I don't know about the whole "glowing" thing that people talk about, but a pregnant woman exudes power. Confidence. Excitement. I don't know if it's the idea that they are growing a little life inside them or if it's the idea that they soon will be in charge of that little life, but pregnant women just seem like they are ready to rule the world.

Who wouldn't want such a superhero up there at the altar with them? No? Right?