Monday, May 29, 2006
Take My Word For It
- Don't mow the lawn in 95 degree weather with 85% humidity.
- One of the most fun things about weddings is getting to see what everyone picked from your registry (seriously. Way fun).
- Superman ice-cream makes little boys blue from head to toe.
- Houses are super cool when they're done but not so much fun when you're ripping painted-over plaid wallpaper off the walls of the bathroom on the hottest day of the year (w/o A/C).
- When a guy buys you a pair of sunglasses even though he has declared them "hideous" he's either up to something or is in love with you (or possibly both).
- When you recieve a present from your future in-laws of one gallon (yes - you read that correctly - one gallon) of gummy bears, you know you have made it into the fam.
- Warm summer nights are pretty much the best thing imaginable.
- TCBY + Chips + Salsa + Microwave Popcorn + Squirt does not equal dinner.
- The movie Ice Age is funnier the second time (especially if the second time you're watching it with Mick and Lisa and their kids).
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I Have Nothing New Really
- Our wedding web-page says that there are 37 more days until our wedding. Whoa.
- When I asked Jeff how to spell "deterred" 3 minutes ago he said, "why don't you just say you have to go to the bathroom?" I know, I know, I didn't laugh either.
- I enjoyed a Tuscan Chicken sandwich from Panera Bread this evening.
- My gas gauge hasn't budged from "full" in the last three days.... suspicious.
- Tomorrow, we're shopping for Brian's wedding suit and hopefully going to Sonic.
- Starting on Tuesday, I get start teaching adding and subtracting to 22 adults.
- Brian and I enjoyed chocolate milk in our three-seasons room today.
- We're watching "Shall We Dance" and I have to admit, Susan Sarandan is really aging gracefully.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I Suppose I'm Stressed
- Craving Carbs (I've been eating bread like a banchi)
- Being completely exhausted by 10 (like right now, I can barely keep my eyes open)
- Anxiety dreams
- Falling asleep every time I lay down (even sometimes when I'm not laying down)
I'm feeling a little wimpy right now because there's a couple that goes to our church whose baby just died of SIDS. These people are social workers, and work with troubled teenagers, so it's not like they have an easy 9 to 5 to go to and sleep in their cubes until they get over it. Anyway, they have so much going on in their lives right now. They still have two little boys, and they have an extremely stressful job, and they have to mourn the loss of their baby. And what do I have really? Comparitively speaking? I have happy stress. I have stress where you get something happy at the end. Yeah, wedding woes.... blah, blah, blah. But I'm getting married. And I get to go to Maine for a week and eat lobster. Yeah, I'm techinically living in three different spots (in two states) right now.... blah, blah, blah. But I get to live in one spot with someone I like for the next 75 years. Yeah, I just started a new job.... blah, blah, blah. But it's the first job I've actually enjoyed and could see myself doing for a while. So, I'm whining about being stressed out and overwhelmed, and it's true, I am overwhelmed and stressed out, but while I'm overwhelmed and stressed out with planning the details of a life I can't wait to live, some people are overwhelmed and stressed out planning the details of a life they would have never chosen.
I know what that feels like, I've been there. I've been in the spot where you plan around something that you dread but can't avoid, and it's not any fun (though nothing even half as sad as lossing a child). So, I guess what I'm saying, in my self-directed lecture (better known as a rant) is that I should probably just get over it. I should probably just plan an extra hour to sleep, and keep moving and just enjoy it, because even though it sucks (I'm so tired of worrying about how the lemonade is going to get mixed at the reception I could puke) right now, I know that it is all just stuff that's going to get done so that I can enjoy being married. So, that's that, and with that being said, if I'm going to be getting an extra hour of sleep tonight, I really need to get started on that.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Things That Feel Good
- Getting our invitations out in the mail yesterday and it already being on the table when I got home (to Jeff and Margo's) tonight.
- Seeing the sun for more than 2 hours at a time (it has been raining here for literally the last 7 days).
- Getting a back scratch.
- Sleeping so hard you don't move at all and you wake up with a big crease down the side of your face.
- Getting an unexpected gift in the mail (of course I couldn't open it because it's addressed to Brian, but it's from Bed Bath and Beyond, it's definiately for both of us..... right?).
- Eating apple sauce with cheese tortillini for dinner.
- Getting tanner (as opposed to pinker).
- Eating chocolate cake (no, I haven't had any chocolate cake recently, but I can day-dream can't I?).
Sunday, May 14, 2006
I Think I'm Feeling Healthy
Anyway, that's not the point of this story really. It's just an example of how things that happen when you're young (or youngER) can still cause embarrassment. You'd think after Eric P. never mentioned it or teased me, or after I'm all grown up and owning several non-offending wrap skirts that I wouldn't be embarrassed by such an innocent mistake. But nope, every time I thought of it - up until now - I would blush and shake my head and kinda shudder a little.
This is mostly how I feel about my childhood. I was kinda awkward. A little gangly. You know the type.... the kind that is old enough to wear make-up but not old enough to know how to use it. The type that's old enough to want to go out and do the things that her older brothers and sisters did, but not old enough to get permission. That was me. My whole life. And when I looked back at myself, I was almost perpetually embarrassed with how dorky I acted, how sensitive I was, etc. etc. etc.
But this weekend, I kinda had an epiphany. There's a little girl at church who is about the age I was when I was my most geekiest, and my most gangliest. and my most annoyingest (if that's a word), and she reminds me so much of me when I was her age. Not the geekiness or the annoyingness, or ganglyness, but just her. Just her basic personality reminds me so much of how I was. Kinda in limbo. Kinda younger than she wants to be, but older than her body is. And you know what? For the first time, I've been able to look back at myself and not be embarrassed. Why? Because she's so cute. She's sweet. and warm. and chatty. and girly. and prissy. and tender. and sensitive. and shy. and affectionate. She's just so doggone cute. And yeah, she's still a pre-teen, and we all know those are awkward years. But in the event that she will grow up and be tempted to be embarrassed by herself, I want to tell her not to waste her time, because she's good. Yeah, she's great. And no amount of embarrassing moments make her any less. And it was while I was chatting with her mom about her and how much she reminds me of me, I thought, "I'm not embarrassed at all anymore. I'm just me. That was me. This is me. And me is me." So, in case you didn't catch it from my title, I think I've come to a healthier place. And that's.... very good. :)
Thursday, May 11, 2006
I Got A Paper Cut On My Tongue....
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Words of Wedding Wisdom
- Get a planner. If you can't afford a planner, get your mom to do everything.
- Pretend like you're helpless and can't make any decisions. With any luck they'll stop asking for your opinions.
- When you're mailing out invitations, make sure to get them weighed first (that was a tip I picked up from Michelle).
- Whatever you engagement length there will be trauma at the end when you realize you've only got eight weeks left.
- Don't freak out when your best man informs you that the only free weekend between now and your wedding is now being taken by your fiance's bachelor party (mind you, it's the week before the actual event).
- Elope. For the love of sanity, trust me on this one. Elope.