...
Oh, wow. I typed that, and then I remembered watching the movie The Ring not too long after it first came out on DVD (I was 12, almost 13). Yay for stupid movies. I saw it once, and never again.
Anyway, the wedding is a week from today!
People keep asking me if we have everything ready to go, and my response is pretty much the same every time: "Just about."
Frankly, I'm looking forward to the wedding because, in addition to getting married, it means that I can get the boxes of wedding stuff AWAY from my side of the bed and OUT of the apartment. I'm looking forward to having a little bit of cleanliness, or at least more than I've got when I'm stashing flowers, favors, bridal party gifts, etc. It'll be nice.
I still have to put ribbons on the favors and find little stickers for them, and pick up the engraved stuff from Things Remembered on Tuesday.
I went with one of the girls (L) up to the mall last night to get our toasting flutes and the vase I picked up for my mom engraved. And while I was at Things Remembered, I figured I might as well get FH's birthday present there and get it engraved, since it was half off with any purchase and his birthday is 2 days after we get married.
Well, lo and behold getting his gift engraved was the same price as the gift was originally. The whole thing was about $50. Getting the vase engraved was $63. And the flutes were $21 apiece.
Needless to say, I was in shock for quite a while. I still can't believe that I spent nearly $200 on engraving... granted, it was only 4 pieces engraved, and I bought one of them in the store. And the flutes were free after FH and I sat our behinds through at least 2 hours of a Celebrity China presentation (unless they were the ones that we got without the presentation because they guy said he would tell us about the company and let us go because he'd been up for about 18 hours by that point in time and just wanted to sleep). The vase was $4...
I guess I can only complain so much, because if it were a $20 vase and if we'd paid, well, $30 for the flutes... I guess it all kinda evens out in the end.
I keep telling myself that because, quite frankly, dropping that much money at once (or in one day), and even a fairly large amount of money... It makes me cringe. I met L in DSW after I got done with it all, and I saw one of the guys we went to high school with, and frankly I couldn't really think of anything to talk about. You know, other than "What the heck did I just do?"
Well, that's all I've got for now.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
8 more days living the single life
(not like "the single life" really means anything to me. lol I haven't done that in nearly 4 years)
I feel kind of bad. I haven't posted in nearly a week. But better late than never.
Earlier this week (Monday, I believe), FH and I went and picked out a couch! It's this really pretty lighter green. I'm super excited for it to arrive on Wednesday!
It's wonderful when we find things that appeal to us both. We walked through so many couches, saw so many potential ones, a lot that we hated, and WAAAAAAY too many that were seriously overpriced. But eventually we found something.
That said, the wedding is in 8 days. Dad told me to tell the caterer to prepare for 100 people when we only had 75 on the list. Well, I decided to save him $100 (give or take) and tell them 90. Well now there are 77 on the list - but we're still doing rather well! That allows for random people form church to show up, which I'm sure will probably happen. And if not, well, our guests can...
Oh crap. I just realized that I bought a wedding cake that feeds 160. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE EXTRA PIECES?????
I need to call the cake place and see if it's too late to scale the number down or something... The whole thing is already paid for, though... At least everybody will be able to get 2 slices per person. But who's seriously going to eat that much?
...
I think I need to go buy some little cake slice boxes to people can take pieces with them.
Well, as I was saying before I thought about the cake problem, if there are slightly fewer than 90 people, at least everybody will be able to have extras if they so desire. And if there are more than 90, well, somebody better not be eating because they should've told me they were showing up. Ugh.
I hate to admit it, but I had to request this coming Friday off of work.
The reason: I'm exhausted.
And it's not even from wedding stuff! What's even worse is that I'll only be getting about 34-35 hours of work this week! Which makes me feel like a total chump, until I remember that I'm probably trying to recover from my near-60 or 60+ hours last week. I don't remember which... I think it was about 58.
I can't be an effective CAREGiver if I'm exhausted.
So I took Friday off. I'm going to try to sleep in, maybe paint my toenails, and take one of my aunts shopping for shoes for the wedding if she hasn't found some by the time they fly in late Friday afternoon.
I'm also going to do all I can to avoid the relatives. Nothing says stress like "Victoria, I can't BELIEVE you're getting married! Are you nervous? Excited? What's your dress look like? How are you doing your hair? I can't believe it! Are you ready? Do you have a veil? Where are you guys going on a honeymoon? I'm so happy and excited for you!"
I love my relatives, but WOW. hahahahahaha. I wouldn't trade them for the world, but recently the "are you nervous" question is actually making me nervous! What the heck?
I've heard "Are you nervous?" so many times that I think my brain has started going "They're asking if you're nervous... Maybe you're SUPPOSED to be nervous... Hello, this is a life-changing event! Granted, you've had over 2 years to think about this, BUT STILL!"
And then comes Saturday! (That is, not today but a week from today.)
I'll work that morning, get off at 2:30, and head back to the apartment to get things ready for the rehearsal and dinner. Then after the rehearsal/dinner we're gonna go play LASER TAG!!!
I still have to get the passes for that, but I'm excited because instead of paying $25 for every five people, it'll only be $10!
After laser tag the girls and I are just going to chill back at the apartment. Maybe paint some nails, watch a movie, have some snacks... And CRASH. Cuz there is no freaking way that I want to be up all night after a day like that.
While I'm thinking about it... I'll have to see if the girls would like to go out to breakfast the next morning or if they'd rather me cook at the apartment or what. At least a year ago when I was living with 3 of them we'd talked about going to IHOP or Village Inn the next morning. Looks like it's about time to see what's on the agenda!
I still need to get place cards and a seating chart done, and take the cake decorations to the cake place. And buy some more ribbon for our favors. We're meeting with the DJ on Monday to discuss songs, and hopefully I'll have a processional picked out by then. Other than that... I think that's it. And if not, well, we'll get it taken care of.
I feel kind of bad. I haven't posted in nearly a week. But better late than never.
Earlier this week (Monday, I believe), FH and I went and picked out a couch! It's this really pretty lighter green. I'm super excited for it to arrive on Wednesday!
It's wonderful when we find things that appeal to us both. We walked through so many couches, saw so many potential ones, a lot that we hated, and WAAAAAAY too many that were seriously overpriced. But eventually we found something.
That said, the wedding is in 8 days. Dad told me to tell the caterer to prepare for 100 people when we only had 75 on the list. Well, I decided to save him $100 (give or take) and tell them 90. Well now there are 77 on the list - but we're still doing rather well! That allows for random people form church to show up, which I'm sure will probably happen. And if not, well, our guests can...
Oh crap. I just realized that I bought a wedding cake that feeds 160. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE EXTRA PIECES?????
I need to call the cake place and see if it's too late to scale the number down or something... The whole thing is already paid for, though... At least everybody will be able to get 2 slices per person. But who's seriously going to eat that much?
...
I think I need to go buy some little cake slice boxes to people can take pieces with them.
Well, as I was saying before I thought about the cake problem, if there are slightly fewer than 90 people, at least everybody will be able to have extras if they so desire. And if there are more than 90, well, somebody better not be eating because they should've told me they were showing up. Ugh.
I hate to admit it, but I had to request this coming Friday off of work.
The reason: I'm exhausted.
And it's not even from wedding stuff! What's even worse is that I'll only be getting about 34-35 hours of work this week! Which makes me feel like a total chump, until I remember that I'm probably trying to recover from my near-60 or 60+ hours last week. I don't remember which... I think it was about 58.
I can't be an effective CAREGiver if I'm exhausted.
So I took Friday off. I'm going to try to sleep in, maybe paint my toenails, and take one of my aunts shopping for shoes for the wedding if she hasn't found some by the time they fly in late Friday afternoon.
I'm also going to do all I can to avoid the relatives. Nothing says stress like "Victoria, I can't BELIEVE you're getting married! Are you nervous? Excited? What's your dress look like? How are you doing your hair? I can't believe it! Are you ready? Do you have a veil? Where are you guys going on a honeymoon? I'm so happy and excited for you!"
I love my relatives, but WOW. hahahahahaha. I wouldn't trade them for the world, but recently the "are you nervous" question is actually making me nervous! What the heck?
I've heard "Are you nervous?" so many times that I think my brain has started going "They're asking if you're nervous... Maybe you're SUPPOSED to be nervous... Hello, this is a life-changing event! Granted, you've had over 2 years to think about this, BUT STILL!"
And then comes Saturday! (That is, not today but a week from today.)
I'll work that morning, get off at 2:30, and head back to the apartment to get things ready for the rehearsal and dinner. Then after the rehearsal/dinner we're gonna go play LASER TAG!!!
I still have to get the passes for that, but I'm excited because instead of paying $25 for every five people, it'll only be $10!
After laser tag the girls and I are just going to chill back at the apartment. Maybe paint some nails, watch a movie, have some snacks... And CRASH. Cuz there is no freaking way that I want to be up all night after a day like that.
While I'm thinking about it... I'll have to see if the girls would like to go out to breakfast the next morning or if they'd rather me cook at the apartment or what. At least a year ago when I was living with 3 of them we'd talked about going to IHOP or Village Inn the next morning. Looks like it's about time to see what's on the agenda!
I still need to get place cards and a seating chart done, and take the cake decorations to the cake place. And buy some more ribbon for our favors. We're meeting with the DJ on Monday to discuss songs, and hopefully I'll have a processional picked out by then. Other than that... I think that's it. And if not, well, we'll get it taken care of.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
It's not always roses and gravy.
Not like roses and gravy go together, of course.
I just got to thinking last night before bed that, even though I knew living together things wouldn't go perfectly, for some reason it was a surprise when not everything was perfect.
For starters... I hate unpacking. Always have, always will. I hate it when I have to unpack after coming back from a trip. Unpacking after moving is even worse, because then you have to find places to put everything.
And unpacking after moving in together is far more unpleasant than that. We have to find places for everything, and make sure that these places work with each other.
At my dad's the kitchen was organized by me. I put everything where it made sense, where I wanted it, and I made sure things stayed that way.
Peanut butter, open and unopened, went in the snack cabinet.
Now our peanut butter has 2 places. Our snack cabinet isn't very large, because we really don't do all that much with snacks. But because our snack cabinet is full, the peanut butter is now with the rest of the food - canned goods, pasta sauce, etc. And he refrigerates his peanut butter! I don't know if it's because of the kind of peanut butter or if that's just because it's how he's always done it, but he tried to refrigerate my peanut butter!
It's just interesting trying to figure out how to work things out so that it's all *us*.
And FH got all of his wisdom teeth taken out on Friday. So Friday night he stayed with his parents, because I had work early Saturday and would've had to be up every half hour for gauze changing and whatnot.
I learned very early on in our relationship, when we got to the point we were comfortable napping with each other, that sleeping along is, well, lonely.
...
And we have a queen-size bed, so Friday night was just horribly lonely. I piled all of our big pillows on his side of the bed.
Then last night I was in bed at 10:30 or 11 because I worked and went shopping with FMIL, and my back was killing, but he had to be up an extra hour or so because he had to take some medicine at midnight for his teeth (or lack thereof, I guess). So I went to bed alone. Granted, he came to bed a bit later, but it was still kinda lonely.
There's a difference between sleeping on a twin-size bed alone and sleeping on a queen-size bed alone.
And if you do it right, you can comfortably fit two people on a twin-size bed - without worrying about pushing one off the bed.
Yes, you read that right. A twin-size bed. He's 6'3" and I'm 5'9", and the two of us can fit in a twin-size bed and not want to push the other off for more space.
On that note, Rent is on TV. I'm gonna go watch that and sing along in my head.
And forget about the fact that I feel like I'm working like a crazy person to make sure everything works, or the fact that I feel like nothing's coming together like it should.
Hello, wedding music? What wedding music.
Yeah yeah yeah, people keep telling me that everything will work out. I even tell myself this.
My only question is: WHEN??????????
I just got to thinking last night before bed that, even though I knew living together things wouldn't go perfectly, for some reason it was a surprise when not everything was perfect.
For starters... I hate unpacking. Always have, always will. I hate it when I have to unpack after coming back from a trip. Unpacking after moving is even worse, because then you have to find places to put everything.
And unpacking after moving in together is far more unpleasant than that. We have to find places for everything, and make sure that these places work with each other.
At my dad's the kitchen was organized by me. I put everything where it made sense, where I wanted it, and I made sure things stayed that way.
Peanut butter, open and unopened, went in the snack cabinet.
Now our peanut butter has 2 places. Our snack cabinet isn't very large, because we really don't do all that much with snacks. But because our snack cabinet is full, the peanut butter is now with the rest of the food - canned goods, pasta sauce, etc. And he refrigerates his peanut butter! I don't know if it's because of the kind of peanut butter or if that's just because it's how he's always done it, but he tried to refrigerate my peanut butter!
It's just interesting trying to figure out how to work things out so that it's all *us*.
And FH got all of his wisdom teeth taken out on Friday. So Friday night he stayed with his parents, because I had work early Saturday and would've had to be up every half hour for gauze changing and whatnot.
I learned very early on in our relationship, when we got to the point we were comfortable napping with each other, that sleeping along is, well, lonely.
...
And we have a queen-size bed, so Friday night was just horribly lonely. I piled all of our big pillows on his side of the bed.
Then last night I was in bed at 10:30 or 11 because I worked and went shopping with FMIL, and my back was killing, but he had to be up an extra hour or so because he had to take some medicine at midnight for his teeth (or lack thereof, I guess). So I went to bed alone. Granted, he came to bed a bit later, but it was still kinda lonely.
There's a difference between sleeping on a twin-size bed alone and sleeping on a queen-size bed alone.
And if you do it right, you can comfortably fit two people on a twin-size bed - without worrying about pushing one off the bed.
Yes, you read that right. A twin-size bed. He's 6'3" and I'm 5'9", and the two of us can fit in a twin-size bed and not want to push the other off for more space.
On that note, Rent is on TV. I'm gonna go watch that and sing along in my head.
And forget about the fact that I feel like I'm working like a crazy person to make sure everything works, or the fact that I feel like nothing's coming together like it should.
Hello, wedding music? What wedding music.
Yeah yeah yeah, people keep telling me that everything will work out. I even tell myself this.
My only question is: WHEN??????????
Saturday, May 14, 2011
T-15!!
I ordered the rest of the stuff for our wedding cake in the last, I dunno, twenty minutes or so.
My dress has been altered.
All of the girls have their dresses.
All of the guys have been fitted (well, I *think* all of the guys have been. I need to message a few.)
...
And messaging said few? Complete.
I'm going shopping with FMIL after work today to help her find a dress for the wedding!
Not even gonna lie, I'm pretty excited for this. A little scared, but excited nonetheless.
And if I get off work early enough, we're going to go pick up my wedding ring!
I need to snag FH's from him so I can take it to the store to get it checked out before the end of the month. It's due for inspections every 6 months or the warranty(?) I paid extra for will pretty much cease to exist.
Update on the guys getting fitted!
Only 2 left, and I think they'll be getting that done no later than tomorrow.
My brother apparently got fitted a couple weeks ago. I should've known that he would already have it done.
...
I would insert a smiley face there, but italicized colons and parentheses don't look very good when put together.
We still need to pick out songs, though.
The plan is that after I get off work I'm going to the apartment, then the bank, shopping with FMIL, to the jewelry store for FH's ring, back to the apartment for cleaning, picking out songs...
I'm looking forward to the wedding, but I'll be immensely glad when my life doesn't revolve around accomplishing wedding-related tasks.
15 days!
My dress has been altered.
All of the girls have their dresses.
All of the guys have been fitted (well, I *think* all of the guys have been. I need to message a few.)
...
And messaging said few? Complete.
I'm going shopping with FMIL after work today to help her find a dress for the wedding!
Not even gonna lie, I'm pretty excited for this. A little scared, but excited nonetheless.
And if I get off work early enough, we're going to go pick up my wedding ring!
I need to snag FH's from him so I can take it to the store to get it checked out before the end of the month. It's due for inspections every 6 months or the warranty(?) I paid extra for will pretty much cease to exist.
Update on the guys getting fitted!
Only 2 left, and I think they'll be getting that done no later than tomorrow.
My brother apparently got fitted a couple weeks ago. I should've known that he would already have it done.
...
I would insert a smiley face there, but italicized colons and parentheses don't look very good when put together.
We still need to pick out songs, though.
The plan is that after I get off work I'm going to the apartment, then the bank, shopping with FMIL, to the jewelry store for FH's ring, back to the apartment for cleaning, picking out songs...
I'm looking forward to the wedding, but I'll be immensely glad when my life doesn't revolve around accomplishing wedding-related tasks.
15 days!
Friday, May 13, 2011
A way to restore your faith in people
So I'm just going to make the assumption that FH does a rather nice job in choosing his friends.
That's not to say that I don't have some pretty awesome friends myself because, let's face it, I love my friends some kinda fierce.
And I wouldn't trade them for the world.
But this morning/afternoon I had a flashback to freshman year in college, where this jackass talked over me the whole time I tried to explain something and didn't bother to let me get a word in edgewise. And after he left I just bawled.
Needless to say, my next two years of college up through graduation... I hated his guts.
He's a pompous jerk, and is apparently only nice when he's smoking weed. No joke. It was weird when I heard that, especially when I heard that he could be nice AND not be a smarmy jerk about it.
And this flashback came about because of... My cousin. Yup, my own flesh and blood.
She has decided to pull herself out of the wedding. And I'm finding that I don't care. I cared more about whether or not people I cared about would be there, regardless of whether or not they're standing up there with us.
Then she said she's not coming, and that she wished she hadn't wasted her money on a ticket.
Ok, ouch.
THEN she said she was done with me and called me a bitch.
And with that, I can guarantee you that she is not welcome at our wedding or anywhere NEAR our apartment, I don't care if she gets on the plane or not.
There's far more to the story, including -you guessed it!- her not listening to a word I had to say.
But I'm through with it.
I finalized our wedding cake today!
I would've gone with FH, but he got his wisdoms out this morning. I ran a few ideas by him, and then just went with those and had the cake baker/decorator help out with a few ideas here and there.
It's similar to this, but with some definite changes:
I went and bought some of the decor for our cake, and I'll be getting the rest of it taken care of tonight after work.
Sometimes people amaze me.
Just this morning I was saying to FMIL that I hate people.
No offense to anybody reading this. I really like some people. But sometimes people just make me want to smack them. HARD.
Then FH's best woman in the wedding (well, other than me, but you know what I mean! hahaha) texted me saying she was excited for the wedding. And one of the ushers texted me to ask about what his guest should wear, and THEN he told me he was sure I would look beautiful in my dress.
Yeah, I'm a softie. And that totally made my day.
And I've been getting more work in so, while it's been tiring (we're talking that between late Saturday night and the end of tonight I'll have gotten at least 40 hours, and with this weekend I'll have just over 60 if I added correctly)... It's making me feel so much better that the next paycheck in will be rather decent as far as us taking care of rent and all. I mean, even though I know we'll be fine either way, it's still nice to have that extra little bit of security blanket.
I can't believe that we're getting married in 16 days.
Yeah, that's all for now.
That's not to say that I don't have some pretty awesome friends myself because, let's face it, I love my friends some kinda fierce.
And I wouldn't trade them for the world.
But this morning/afternoon I had a flashback to freshman year in college, where this jackass talked over me the whole time I tried to explain something and didn't bother to let me get a word in edgewise. And after he left I just bawled.
Needless to say, my next two years of college up through graduation... I hated his guts.
He's a pompous jerk, and is apparently only nice when he's smoking weed. No joke. It was weird when I heard that, especially when I heard that he could be nice AND not be a smarmy jerk about it.
And this flashback came about because of... My cousin. Yup, my own flesh and blood.
She has decided to pull herself out of the wedding. And I'm finding that I don't care. I cared more about whether or not people I cared about would be there, regardless of whether or not they're standing up there with us.
Then she said she's not coming, and that she wished she hadn't wasted her money on a ticket.
Ok, ouch.
THEN she said she was done with me and called me a bitch.
And with that, I can guarantee you that she is not welcome at our wedding or anywhere NEAR our apartment, I don't care if she gets on the plane or not.
There's far more to the story, including -you guessed it!- her not listening to a word I had to say.
But I'm through with it.
I finalized our wedding cake today!
I would've gone with FH, but he got his wisdoms out this morning. I ran a few ideas by him, and then just went with those and had the cake baker/decorator help out with a few ideas here and there.
It's similar to this, but with some definite changes:
I went and bought some of the decor for our cake, and I'll be getting the rest of it taken care of tonight after work.
Sometimes people amaze me.
Just this morning I was saying to FMIL that I hate people.
No offense to anybody reading this. I really like some people. But sometimes people just make me want to smack them. HARD.
Then FH's best woman in the wedding (well, other than me, but you know what I mean! hahaha) texted me saying she was excited for the wedding. And one of the ushers texted me to ask about what his guest should wear, and THEN he told me he was sure I would look beautiful in my dress.
Yeah, I'm a softie. And that totally made my day.
And I've been getting more work in so, while it's been tiring (we're talking that between late Saturday night and the end of tonight I'll have gotten at least 40 hours, and with this weekend I'll have just over 60 if I added correctly)... It's making me feel so much better that the next paycheck in will be rather decent as far as us taking care of rent and all. I mean, even though I know we'll be fine either way, it's still nice to have that extra little bit of security blanket.
I can't believe that we're getting married in 16 days.
Yeah, that's all for now.
It's been a long time. Well, sorta.
Ok, so it's only been about a week since I've posted, but I really feel like it's been so much longer.
FH and I moved into our apartment on Friday. The view is certainly something else.
I'm not going to lie, though, the moving has been a pain in the butt.
But it was an eventful weekend! First moving, then seeing a baseball game that night! Now, normally I don't like baseball, but I had fun.
And the tickets were completely free, which was kinda weird, but we definitely enjoyed it!
FH and I also got our marriage license that morning. You know, before the packing and unpacking, and sweating it out.
And it seems like nothing is going according to plan.
I'm more than a little frustrated.
I've been getting called for work more often now, which is awesome. My next paycheck will be looking quite nice. And I should've taken some of the other offered jobs, except for the fact that then it would've left me either half an hour or an hour and a half between shifts!
I feel like I keep nitpicking about everything, and not just about work. I have to remind myself that I'm learning to live with someone, and I haven't had to do that in 2 years because I lived with the same 3 females last year that I did the year before!
I have noticed that there are some things that are my way or the highway... And I've stopped to think about whether these things are really all that important. And while they may not be "all that important," they do bug the hell out of me.
So like a good little girl, I speak my mind now because if I don't then I know there will be hell later when I finally lose my mind.
And let's face it, I despise cleaning. But I like having clean places.
I graduated from college on Saturday. To make a quick summary of it:
I got there at 8:15 for line up, stood around until ten, my feet hurt, I got my diploma cover and smiled, there was a wasp on the kid in front of me (FREAKY!!!!!), a kid in my row killed the wasp with his diploma cover and the other guy's mortarboard, I strutted back out for the recessional (and I do mean strutted. There's this wedding picture of my sister and her husband where she looks smug as can be - I'm pretty sure I had the same facial expression).
Apparently I can't post that picture, so instead here's a picture of me and one of my roommates!
Oh, how I miss cheese and potato time... And we match, too! But I'll be seeing her in a couple of weeks, so it's all good!
Now that graduation's over, it's been about getting back to work.
And cleaning. Ugh.
Our place isn't anywhere near as much of a mess as it used to be. Thank God.
The mound by our front door has greatly diminished, but I still have some work to do on it since it's my stuff.
At least, it was last I checked. LOL I'm sure FH doesn't have a bag of nail polish.
And now for a quick wedding vent from yours truly:
Why don't people send in their RSVPs on time?
Let's face it: my dad's the one paying for the food, so it's not like it's my money.
But at the same time, why should I waste my father's money because someone has decided not to stick a pre-stamped card in the mail with their name(s) and a number on it.
For that matter, why should I waste my father's money at all? That'd be rude of me, and it's frustrating when the RSVP date was a few days ago.
Granted, the date was Sunday so I've got to give it some slack there.
And slack I give.
But for real. I don't like surprises, and neither does my father. And at $13/person, surprises of extra people showing up are NOT good surprises on the checkbook, no matter how nice it would be to see them (that is, see the people).
On top of other things, but we're not even going there.
Well, now it's movie time and Starbucks for Frappuccino Happy Hour with one of the roomies and then more of us just being AWESOME!
FH and I moved into our apartment on Friday. The view is certainly something else.
I'm not going to lie, though, the moving has been a pain in the butt.
But it was an eventful weekend! First moving, then seeing a baseball game that night! Now, normally I don't like baseball, but I had fun.
And the tickets were completely free, which was kinda weird, but we definitely enjoyed it!
FH and I also got our marriage license that morning. You know, before the packing and unpacking, and sweating it out.
And it seems like nothing is going according to plan.
I'm more than a little frustrated.
I've been getting called for work more often now, which is awesome. My next paycheck will be looking quite nice. And I should've taken some of the other offered jobs, except for the fact that then it would've left me either half an hour or an hour and a half between shifts!
I feel like I keep nitpicking about everything, and not just about work. I have to remind myself that I'm learning to live with someone, and I haven't had to do that in 2 years because I lived with the same 3 females last year that I did the year before!
I have noticed that there are some things that are my way or the highway... And I've stopped to think about whether these things are really all that important. And while they may not be "all that important," they do bug the hell out of me.
So like a good little girl, I speak my mind now because if I don't then I know there will be hell later when I finally lose my mind.
And let's face it, I despise cleaning. But I like having clean places.
I graduated from college on Saturday. To make a quick summary of it:
I got there at 8:15 for line up, stood around until ten, my feet hurt, I got my diploma cover and smiled, there was a wasp on the kid in front of me (FREAKY!!!!!), a kid in my row killed the wasp with his diploma cover and the other guy's mortarboard, I strutted back out for the recessional (and I do mean strutted. There's this wedding picture of my sister and her husband where she looks smug as can be - I'm pretty sure I had the same facial expression).
Apparently I can't post that picture, so instead here's a picture of me and one of my roommates!
Oh, how I miss cheese and potato time... And we match, too! But I'll be seeing her in a couple of weeks, so it's all good!
Now that graduation's over, it's been about getting back to work.
And cleaning. Ugh.
Our place isn't anywhere near as much of a mess as it used to be. Thank God.
The mound by our front door has greatly diminished, but I still have some work to do on it since it's my stuff.
At least, it was last I checked. LOL I'm sure FH doesn't have a bag of nail polish.
And now for a quick wedding vent from yours truly:
Why don't people send in their RSVPs on time?
Let's face it: my dad's the one paying for the food, so it's not like it's my money.
But at the same time, why should I waste my father's money because someone has decided not to stick a pre-stamped card in the mail with their name(s) and a number on it.
For that matter, why should I waste my father's money at all? That'd be rude of me, and it's frustrating when the RSVP date was a few days ago.
Granted, the date was Sunday so I've got to give it some slack there.
And slack I give.
But for real. I don't like surprises, and neither does my father. And at $13/person, surprises of extra people showing up are NOT good surprises on the checkbook, no matter how nice it would be to see them (that is, see the people).
On top of other things, but we're not even going there.
Well, now it's movie time and Starbucks for Frappuccino Happy Hour with one of the roomies and then more of us just being AWESOME!
Friday, May 6, 2011
"On the road again. Sing it with me, Shrek! I can't wait to get on the road again."
Well, Donkey might have been anxious to get "on the road again," but if we're being completely honest... I think i'll do just fine without it.
Don't get me wrong, I love traveling, but when you're packing to go anywhere - especially when you're moving! - it's pretty much just one big pain in the tuckus (check out an episode or two of The Nanny if you don't know what that means).
Ok, so let's see...
Apparently FH forgot that we were going to go apply for our marriage license on move-in day. We discussed this and agreed on it, and when I mentioned it to him today he looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. Lovely.
We figured it out, though, and we're going to try to meet at the courthouse in the morning right when it opens, before heading to the apartments to sign the lease.
We actually got our first wedding gift yesterday! I was exciting, and so nice and unexpected. I'd planned on not working at my job close to school after graduation, and have only been there since January and I only started actually getting hours in the last month. I figured when my boss said "gift" that it was something small as a sort of "thank you for working" type gift. Nope, it was two fruit bowls! They're actually quite pretty. I might actually have to start buying fruit!
And then to go with that... a thread I'd read talked me into peeking at our registry, and I saw that somebody had bought us a gift... of course, target.com is lame because they won't let me look at the overview to see *if* anything was bought, so I actually clicked to see *what* was bought, and to my surprise there actually was something purchased! and the best part is that what was purchased... wasn't fruit bowls! So someone else got us a gift! It's all kind of exciting!
I finished my finals yesterday. I am so glad to be DONE! I'm done with my undergrad, and I'll be walking in the ceremony on Saturday at 10 in the morning! I'm so excited!
... Although I'm a little irritated. I missed points on a final that I shouldn't have missed, because I was waiting on someone to do their job... It's a long story, and I really don't want to get into it.
I'll miss my roommates, but if we're being truthful?
...
I'm perfectly ok not having to room with girls ever again. EVER. AGAIN.
Don't get me wrong, I love them. But there are some things that I have just had ENOUGH of.
Who seriously moves someone else's stuff into a room they share with someone without asking? There's a whole lot MORE to that story, but I'll save you the drama.
I got the head's up while I was out to dinner with FH, FMIL, and FBIL (the younger one, that is), and I swear my head about exploded.
But I'm all moved out, so I shouldn't let it bug me. But still! This mess is FAR too ridiculous.
Anyway, we're moving into our apartment tomorrow, and I couldn't be more excited!
At the same time, however, I'm starting to get into my "Ech, I'm over it" mode. I'm assuming that's the lack of sleep talking, but we DID just move a ton of stuff today.
FH made two separate trips with my stuff before my dad came and then we all left with a load (well, mine was technically just a trunk-full). I almost feel weird saying that, and then I remember that we lived in a dorm that was more like an apartment. So in addition to movies, books, clothes, and stuff of that sort, I also have bathroom stuff and a bunch of kitchen stuff.
On Sunday FH took my engagement ring back from me after I got off work. And then either Monday or Tuesday (somewhere along those lines) he took it and my wedding rings to the jeweler to get everything soldered.
I should have them back no later than the 12th! So essentially 6 days, if you count that it's the end of the day.
FMIL and I may be looking for her dress for the wedding this weekend. No idea what we're looking for, though.
Random question: what do you buy as a Mother's Day gift for someone who isn't very feminine and would probably prefer a mop bucket to a diamond necklace or bracelet? (more specifically, someone who would prefer something USEFUL).
Two of FH's wedding presents came in the mail! I'm really excited to see them. I didn't open one, and I took a quick peek in the packaging of the other one so that he wouldn't see what I got him.
You know, I'll have more to say next time I post (which hopefully won't be as long of a wait as it was for this particular post), but right now I'm just exhausted.
Here's hoping that everything goes smoothly when we go to move into the apartment in just over 8 hours!
Don't get me wrong, I love traveling, but when you're packing to go anywhere - especially when you're moving! - it's pretty much just one big pain in the tuckus (check out an episode or two of The Nanny if you don't know what that means).
Ok, so let's see...
Apparently FH forgot that we were going to go apply for our marriage license on move-in day. We discussed this and agreed on it, and when I mentioned it to him today he looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. Lovely.
We figured it out, though, and we're going to try to meet at the courthouse in the morning right when it opens, before heading to the apartments to sign the lease.
We actually got our first wedding gift yesterday! I was exciting, and so nice and unexpected. I'd planned on not working at my job close to school after graduation, and have only been there since January and I only started actually getting hours in the last month. I figured when my boss said "gift" that it was something small as a sort of "thank you for working" type gift. Nope, it was two fruit bowls! They're actually quite pretty. I might actually have to start buying fruit!
And then to go with that... a thread I'd read talked me into peeking at our registry, and I saw that somebody had bought us a gift... of course, target.com is lame because they won't let me look at the overview to see *if* anything was bought, so I actually clicked to see *what* was bought, and to my surprise there actually was something purchased! and the best part is that what was purchased... wasn't fruit bowls! So someone else got us a gift! It's all kind of exciting!
I finished my finals yesterday. I am so glad to be DONE! I'm done with my undergrad, and I'll be walking in the ceremony on Saturday at 10 in the morning! I'm so excited!
... Although I'm a little irritated. I missed points on a final that I shouldn't have missed, because I was waiting on someone to do their job... It's a long story, and I really don't want to get into it.
I'll miss my roommates, but if we're being truthful?
...
I'm perfectly ok not having to room with girls ever again. EVER. AGAIN.
Don't get me wrong, I love them. But there are some things that I have just had ENOUGH of.
Who seriously moves someone else's stuff into a room they share with someone without asking? There's a whole lot MORE to that story, but I'll save you the drama.
I got the head's up while I was out to dinner with FH, FMIL, and FBIL (the younger one, that is), and I swear my head about exploded.
But I'm all moved out, so I shouldn't let it bug me. But still! This mess is FAR too ridiculous.
Anyway, we're moving into our apartment tomorrow, and I couldn't be more excited!
At the same time, however, I'm starting to get into my "Ech, I'm over it" mode. I'm assuming that's the lack of sleep talking, but we DID just move a ton of stuff today.
FH made two separate trips with my stuff before my dad came and then we all left with a load (well, mine was technically just a trunk-full). I almost feel weird saying that, and then I remember that we lived in a dorm that was more like an apartment. So in addition to movies, books, clothes, and stuff of that sort, I also have bathroom stuff and a bunch of kitchen stuff.
On Sunday FH took my engagement ring back from me after I got off work. And then either Monday or Tuesday (somewhere along those lines) he took it and my wedding rings to the jeweler to get everything soldered.
I should have them back no later than the 12th! So essentially 6 days, if you count that it's the end of the day.
FMIL and I may be looking for her dress for the wedding this weekend. No idea what we're looking for, though.
Random question: what do you buy as a Mother's Day gift for someone who isn't very feminine and would probably prefer a mop bucket to a diamond necklace or bracelet? (more specifically, someone who would prefer something USEFUL).
Two of FH's wedding presents came in the mail! I'm really excited to see them. I didn't open one, and I took a quick peek in the packaging of the other one so that he wouldn't see what I got him.
You know, I'll have more to say next time I post (which hopefully won't be as long of a wait as it was for this particular post), but right now I'm just exhausted.
Here's hoping that everything goes smoothly when we go to move into the apartment in just over 8 hours!
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