...
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!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sittin' on top of the world
Actually, I'm not sitting on top of the world, in a manner of speaking.
Where am I?
I'm actually sitting in my bathroom floor, listening to my wedding dress drip dry.
Why, you may ask?
Well, I decided I was going to handwash it.
Actually, it was a very productive day in that regard. I found a drying rack at Target, which was something I'd planned to get anyway (yay for a place to put bras!). I also picked up a fairly cheap garment steamer, which I'll use on my veil (or will return if it just sucks). And I bought a new iron!
It's sad, my iron was just getting a little old or something. I was ironing some fabric to heat it up before using an iron-on transfer for an embroidery pattern (yes, I know how to embroider - and I actually DO it), and next thing I know there's this weird black smudge on my fabric! And to make it better, I have no idea where it came from! I'd been having the issue all that evening, and I was carefully wiping my iron off before using it... yet there was this nasty black sludge stuff on it anyway!
Today FH and I went shopping. FMIL (btw, that's future mother-in-law) took us to the case lot sale at the commissary as well as general grocery shopping as part of our wedding present. YEAH 60 ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER! (and they're all double rolls, too!)
I can live without spices, but toilet paper is a necessity in my life.
I know we got sage, oregano, nutmeg, basil, salt, ginger, and a few other spices. I can't remember what other spices we got (I already have whole peppercorns and a few other things), but I DO know that picking out spices was just ridiculously HARD! I was looking at them and realizing that i have most of the spices on the shelf at home... But I never use them!
My FMIL is pretty much awesome for setting us up like this.
Actually, both sets of parents are being pretty awesome. My dad's covering the venue and food, and we're getting some of my parents' old furniture. His parents are getting us new furniture, a washer and dryer, and stuff of that sort.
...
And the wedding dress continues to drip dry.
...
I think it's finally starting to hit me that I'm getting married in a month. More specifically, after midnight it'll be "I'm getting married in 4 weeks!"
But that's not the scary part.
The scary part is the fact that FH and I are moving into our apartment on Friday - 6 days from now!
AND I'll be walking at the graduation ceremony in a WEEK!
I'm so excited, but at the same time it stresses me out.
I'm graduating from college, going from having 3 jobs to having one, and the one job is a job that doesn't even guarantee me hours!
Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but it just makes me so unnerved.
FH promised he'd help me find a job in my field of interest, since I just can't seem to find anything... or the jobs that i DO find that interest me, I'm not qualified for (I'm not a CNA, nor do I currently have the time or the money to take the classes at this moment in order to become certified), I can't/won't make it work (one place actually told me I wouldn't be able to further my education due to the demands of the job, and another had shift hours that would be in the evening - which is when I'm trying to take classes in order to have a full-time day-time job!), or for some reason they just don't want me! (and then don't bother to tell me WHY they don't want me)
I honestly fail to see why I wasn't called for a job interview to be the Activities Director at this assisted living facility near here. I've got the experience as an Activities Assistant at another facility. I had experience in the Social Services department, so I know some of the things to do and not to do. I'm a caregiver. I'm CPR certified. And now I'm companion aide certified!
...
Maybe it was just the fact that I wouldn't have been available until after graduation...
You know what the best part is? Only one job I applied to actually told me they didn't want me. Every other job keeps me guessing, and then finally I just have to give up.
Sitting in the floor gets me nowhere in life. And it makes my butt hurt after a while. I'm off to do laundry.
Where am I?
I'm actually sitting in my bathroom floor, listening to my wedding dress drip dry.
Why, you may ask?
Well, I decided I was going to handwash it.
Actually, it was a very productive day in that regard. I found a drying rack at Target, which was something I'd planned to get anyway (yay for a place to put bras!). I also picked up a fairly cheap garment steamer, which I'll use on my veil (or will return if it just sucks). And I bought a new iron!
It's sad, my iron was just getting a little old or something. I was ironing some fabric to heat it up before using an iron-on transfer for an embroidery pattern (yes, I know how to embroider - and I actually DO it), and next thing I know there's this weird black smudge on my fabric! And to make it better, I have no idea where it came from! I'd been having the issue all that evening, and I was carefully wiping my iron off before using it... yet there was this nasty black sludge stuff on it anyway!
Today FH and I went shopping. FMIL (btw, that's future mother-in-law) took us to the case lot sale at the commissary as well as general grocery shopping as part of our wedding present. YEAH 60 ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER! (and they're all double rolls, too!)
I can live without spices, but toilet paper is a necessity in my life.
I know we got sage, oregano, nutmeg, basil, salt, ginger, and a few other spices. I can't remember what other spices we got (I already have whole peppercorns and a few other things), but I DO know that picking out spices was just ridiculously HARD! I was looking at them and realizing that i have most of the spices on the shelf at home... But I never use them!
My FMIL is pretty much awesome for setting us up like this.
Actually, both sets of parents are being pretty awesome. My dad's covering the venue and food, and we're getting some of my parents' old furniture. His parents are getting us new furniture, a washer and dryer, and stuff of that sort.
...
And the wedding dress continues to drip dry.
...
I think it's finally starting to hit me that I'm getting married in a month. More specifically, after midnight it'll be "I'm getting married in 4 weeks!"
But that's not the scary part.
The scary part is the fact that FH and I are moving into our apartment on Friday - 6 days from now!
AND I'll be walking at the graduation ceremony in a WEEK!
I'm so excited, but at the same time it stresses me out.
I'm graduating from college, going from having 3 jobs to having one, and the one job is a job that doesn't even guarantee me hours!
Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but it just makes me so unnerved.
FH promised he'd help me find a job in my field of interest, since I just can't seem to find anything... or the jobs that i DO find that interest me, I'm not qualified for (I'm not a CNA, nor do I currently have the time or the money to take the classes at this moment in order to become certified), I can't/won't make it work (one place actually told me I wouldn't be able to further my education due to the demands of the job, and another had shift hours that would be in the evening - which is when I'm trying to take classes in order to have a full-time day-time job!), or for some reason they just don't want me! (and then don't bother to tell me WHY they don't want me)
I honestly fail to see why I wasn't called for a job interview to be the Activities Director at this assisted living facility near here. I've got the experience as an Activities Assistant at another facility. I had experience in the Social Services department, so I know some of the things to do and not to do. I'm a caregiver. I'm CPR certified. And now I'm companion aide certified!
...
Maybe it was just the fact that I wouldn't have been available until after graduation...
You know what the best part is? Only one job I applied to actually told me they didn't want me. Every other job keeps me guessing, and then finally I just have to give up.
Sitting in the floor gets me nowhere in life. And it makes my butt hurt after a while. I'm off to do laundry.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Almost through with college
As it comes to the close of my final "Dead Week" as an undergraduate in college, it makes me realize...
That if I want to, I can just say dead week ended yesterday, since most people don't have classes on Fridays.
Then again, I DO have a paper due today.
I've come to realize multiple things:
1) I hate all-nighters. Really, I do.
I stayed up until about 3 last night, trying to work on my term paper. I was going to try to watch the Royal Wedding (yes, capitalized!), and I thought it came on at 3... And then I realized that it didn't come on at 3. Some station's coverage of it came on at 3! But at about 2:45, I was just exhausted. No freaking way was I going to do that.
2) Yes, I do that typical college student thing of staying up until 1 or 2 in the morning. Just because I do it doesn't mean I like it. I just dislike going to bed, because that means that I actually have to take the time to do it! Yup, I'm just that lazy. But also, the time I spend getting ready for bed... I could be doing other things!
3) I have no idea WHY I decided to take my very first 8AM class during my last semester. Other than wanting the exercise and the fact that I knew the class would have an awesome teacher, I really don't know why I did it. You know what misery is? Misery is me trying to get my butt up out of bed, and then having a moment where I realize that I have ten minutes to get to class, and I haven't even showered or gotten dressed yet!
4) I don't like going to class in my pajamas. Sorry, but no thanks.
5) I don't like people in general. It's just the way life works.
...
So, just over 7 hours later, I remembered I was typing a new blog post. Oops?
Ok, so we'll sum it up this way:
I'm glad to be graduating college. I am READY for it! I'm ready to be through with some of the crazies.
All the same, the last 3 years have been awesome, and I'm glad I didn't transfer out after my first semester.
There's at least one professor I'll be glad to not have to look at ever again. And for that one, there are at least 4 faculty members that I'll miss.
But we move into our apartment a week from today!
Actually, at this point in time we'll actually be heading out to go to a baseball game! And no, I don'e like baseball... But I thought it would be fun. I'm an American Red Cross volunteer, so I get into the game for free, and I get to bring guests for $5/person.
I'm really quite excited for the game. i've never been a big fan of it, but I think it would be an experience. I haven't been to a game in at least a decade... I like the pretzels and nachos! (although maybe I'm just thinking basketball and football, but let's just leave it at I like the pretzels and the nachos). Hot dogs are pretty tasty, too. I'm not going to pretend I don't like the food.
Well, away I go. It's been a long day, so now I'm just trying to concentrate on everything.
And unless I'm mistaken, we should be heading to the grocery store some time today or tomorrow.
That if I want to, I can just say dead week ended yesterday, since most people don't have classes on Fridays.
Then again, I DO have a paper due today.
I've come to realize multiple things:
1) I hate all-nighters. Really, I do.
I stayed up until about 3 last night, trying to work on my term paper. I was going to try to watch the Royal Wedding (yes, capitalized!), and I thought it came on at 3... And then I realized that it didn't come on at 3. Some station's coverage of it came on at 3! But at about 2:45, I was just exhausted. No freaking way was I going to do that.
2) Yes, I do that typical college student thing of staying up until 1 or 2 in the morning. Just because I do it doesn't mean I like it. I just dislike going to bed, because that means that I actually have to take the time to do it! Yup, I'm just that lazy. But also, the time I spend getting ready for bed... I could be doing other things!
3) I have no idea WHY I decided to take my very first 8AM class during my last semester. Other than wanting the exercise and the fact that I knew the class would have an awesome teacher, I really don't know why I did it. You know what misery is? Misery is me trying to get my butt up out of bed, and then having a moment where I realize that I have ten minutes to get to class, and I haven't even showered or gotten dressed yet!
4) I don't like going to class in my pajamas. Sorry, but no thanks.
5) I don't like people in general. It's just the way life works.
...
So, just over 7 hours later, I remembered I was typing a new blog post. Oops?
Ok, so we'll sum it up this way:
I'm glad to be graduating college. I am READY for it! I'm ready to be through with some of the crazies.
All the same, the last 3 years have been awesome, and I'm glad I didn't transfer out after my first semester.
There's at least one professor I'll be glad to not have to look at ever again. And for that one, there are at least 4 faculty members that I'll miss.
But we move into our apartment a week from today!
Actually, at this point in time we'll actually be heading out to go to a baseball game! And no, I don'e like baseball... But I thought it would be fun. I'm an American Red Cross volunteer, so I get into the game for free, and I get to bring guests for $5/person.
I'm really quite excited for the game. i've never been a big fan of it, but I think it would be an experience. I haven't been to a game in at least a decade... I like the pretzels and nachos! (although maybe I'm just thinking basketball and football, but let's just leave it at I like the pretzels and the nachos). Hot dogs are pretty tasty, too. I'm not going to pretend I don't like the food.
Well, away I go. It's been a long day, so now I'm just trying to concentrate on everything.
And unless I'm mistaken, we should be heading to the grocery store some time today or tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Eloping sounds better every day. I blame the movies.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to get married.
But at the same time, I'm sick of wedding planning.
I'm sick of worrying about paying vendors, getting fitted, making sure everybody has their clothes, buying decorations, wondering when people are going to stick the damn RSVPs in the mail when I stuck a stamp on every single little envelope after paying $1.05 between RSVP stamps and invitation stamps, keeping track of dates like when we have to finalize the wedding cake, keeping track of the guys as far as them all getting fitted - heck, I can't even remember what guys are wearing are wearing what color vest and tie! I only remember the color of the vest and tie FH is wearing and what color our dads are wearing.
I'd much rather eat string cheese and yogurt, and dance the samba and the cha cha all day - which works, because I'm rather fond of all of those.
And I'm sick of the girls who can talk about NOTHING but planning their weddings and how much their love their fiancés and all that mess.
I just want to be like "HELLO, DO YOU HAVE A LIFE? WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE YOU GOT ENGAGED?????????"
Yes, planning a wedding is exciting, but that doesn't mean you should lose your brain and not be able to competently talk about nothing else.
Frankly, I'm beginning to think that weddings are overrated, and they cost way too much anyway. Especially if you're not getting married in a church.
And believe me, we're not getting married in a church.
Even as a little girl I never saw myself getting married in a church. I was more of the "outdoors-in-a-flower-garden, take-your-allergy-medicine, watch-out-for-the-bees!!" wedding vision.
If I traded that in for a church, then I had my heart set on stained glass windows.
Well, that didn't happen, but I'm rather pleased with how it did end up working out.
I'm so sick of things not going as planned.
I blame the movies.
Because you expect everything to be perfect. Right? Right.
But in all reality, it's not perfect.
Leading up to the day there's all this stress.
I've only taken off the wedding day for work, because financially it's the only thing that works for me, as I'll already be taking off two other days that month - one day for moving into our apartment and the very next day for graduation.
And that's going to take a big chunk out of my paycheck, which does not please me at ALL.
And when you tell people this, they look at you like "Have you lost your mind? You're going to be MARRIED, a NEWLYWED! Why are you going into work if you can take it off?"
Because let's face it, there are bills to be paid.
Yeah, that's the part that movies don't tell you about.
Paying bills.
What if one or both of you sucks at dancing, or you can't agree on a first dance song, or one wants to choreograph and the other one doesn't?
What you do when you can't afford to take off work?
They ignore that the hotel rooms that give you the flower petals and the sparkling cider and the whole romance deal? Yeah, those are over $200 a night. Believe me, I checked.
They don't tell you what happens when you GET to the hotel (other than what people typically think of when they think of getting to the hotel after getting married... oh, don't make me say it! ... Ok, ok, having sex, you know that whole deal).
So you're not thinking about parking the car, or dragging your luggage inside. You expect that it'll all magically be set up!
But no. You have to carry in your luggage, unless you decided to have things already at the hotel (like your wedding dress bag, your clothing for the next day, some pajamas, toothbrush, toothpaste, maybe some sensible shoes!).
You have to park the car, unless you decide to pay $18 for valet parking.
Yes, $18. I looked this up.
And movies keep you thinking some mess about being carried over the threshold when, in all reality, you're both probably tired and chances are he has no desire to be picking you up in a dress that probably adds an extra 20 or 30 pounds of weight to you, if not more if you decided you wanted to go the route of hardcore princess-y ballgown with lots of fluff.
And from what I've heard, sex is kind of messy. As in, you have to put down a towel or you change the sheets right after or something. Ooooookkkkkkkkkkkk, yeah, you never hear about that in movies.
Let's face it, I can pretend all I want to that this doesn't bug me, but I'm a little upset at the prospect of not having a honeymoon. Movies lead you to believe that you get married and you leave for your honeymoon the very next day or a couple days after the wedding or something.
Well, there are a number of couples who are waiting to take their honeymoons - anywhere from a month later to having it as a trip for their first anniversary!
But if you didn't know that and you either weren't having a honeymoon or were having a delayed one, you end up thinking there's something wrong with you.
Because if we're being honest, sometimes people can't afford everything you hear about in the movies.
And movies glamorize weddings far too much.
Yes, weddings are exciting.
Yes, it's wonderful to be able to marry someone you care about so much.
Yes, it really shouldn't be this big of a deal.
But yes, it still bums you out.
People who talk about going to Mexico, the Bahamas, France, Italy, Spain, Hawaii (particularly if you live on the other end of the United States), Disney World...
Yeah, I'm a huge fan of Disney World, and probably always will be no matter how old I get...
But they don't preface this with "Not everybody can afford this, so you may not be able to try this at home."
And then when I mention this to FH, because he manages to get it out of me that I'm upset about a lac of honeymoon - because every newlywedded couple goes on a honeymoon, right? - he suggests taking out a loan for beforehand, paying it back ASAP once he works more hours during the summer, and us having a honeymoon.
Except I'm of the belief that if you have to take out a loan to a honeymoon or a wedding, well, you probably shouldn't be doing it to begin with.
End of discussion.
I can wait for years to go back to Disney World or Vegas if it means that we don't have to pay back a loan that was taken out specifically for that.
It's called a vacation for a reason. Meaning you should be able to take it without worrying every second about how you're going to pay it back. Maybe for a moment worry about work and making up hours or something, but not about how you're going to pay back the vacation you're on.
Maybe I'm just jaded. We've been engaged for 2 years and just over 4 months - and we're not getting married for another month yet.
I'm so sick of weddings that it's oozing out of my pores.
I thought it was exciting that Prince William and Kate Middleton are getting married exactly one month before us.
Now I'm just ready for talk of weddings to be over, so i can get on with life.
With my husband and our dog, of course, provided that we take the dog with us, but nonetheless.
This whole wedding planning thing is just stupid now, and it just makes me want to go in the shower and cry.
Nobody ever tells you that wedding planning will be such a headache.
...
Ok, I think the stress of finals and term papers is getting to me.
Because once you get past being concerned about jobs and the apartment and bills... Let's face it, I'm not really all that concerned about the wedding.
I really do NOT want to even LOOK at my thesis for my seminar class. She bled all over EVERYBODY'S paper - in blue ink, no less! (Honestly, I just thought that was kind of weird. Yes, our school color is blue so in a sense we "bleed blue," but if you're bleeding on a paper then why not do it in red ink? Or at least something that stands out from black a little bit more than blue ink does!)
And my paper for Experimental Psychology... I'd be lying if I said I'd started on it.
Although in all reality, I just changed my topic last week. Originally I was going to do it on sensory deprivation and isolation tanks (which I think was somewhere along the lines of you lose one sense and the others become sharper), but when it came down to it that was just a topic that I picked because I really couldn't find anything else more interesting to talk about.
And it's kind of hard to get up the motivation to work on a paper when you don't give a damn about it.
So I changed my paper to being about the use of animals in research.
I have to write an outline, and then do the paper... My paper is due on Saturday.
::Insert little kid whine::
"I don't WANNA!"
Ok now that's enough of that.
I think it's time for string cheese and yogurt.
And to actually make an attempt at my term papers. I mean, I DO graduate in... let's see, it's not quite midnight, so 11 days.
You know, instead it might actually be time for bed. I dunno.
Toodles.
But at the same time, I'm sick of wedding planning.
I'm sick of worrying about paying vendors, getting fitted, making sure everybody has their clothes, buying decorations, wondering when people are going to stick the damn RSVPs in the mail when I stuck a stamp on every single little envelope after paying $1.05 between RSVP stamps and invitation stamps, keeping track of dates like when we have to finalize the wedding cake, keeping track of the guys as far as them all getting fitted - heck, I can't even remember what guys are wearing are wearing what color vest and tie! I only remember the color of the vest and tie FH is wearing and what color our dads are wearing.
I'd much rather eat string cheese and yogurt, and dance the samba and the cha cha all day - which works, because I'm rather fond of all of those.
And I'm sick of the girls who can talk about NOTHING but planning their weddings and how much their love their fiancés and all that mess.
I just want to be like "HELLO, DO YOU HAVE A LIFE? WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE YOU GOT ENGAGED?????????"
Yes, planning a wedding is exciting, but that doesn't mean you should lose your brain and not be able to competently talk about nothing else.
Frankly, I'm beginning to think that weddings are overrated, and they cost way too much anyway. Especially if you're not getting married in a church.
And believe me, we're not getting married in a church.
Even as a little girl I never saw myself getting married in a church. I was more of the "outdoors-in-a-flower-garden, take-your-allergy-medicine, watch-out-for-the-bees!!" wedding vision.
If I traded that in for a church, then I had my heart set on stained glass windows.
Well, that didn't happen, but I'm rather pleased with how it did end up working out.
I'm so sick of things not going as planned.
I blame the movies.
Because you expect everything to be perfect. Right? Right.
But in all reality, it's not perfect.
Leading up to the day there's all this stress.
I've only taken off the wedding day for work, because financially it's the only thing that works for me, as I'll already be taking off two other days that month - one day for moving into our apartment and the very next day for graduation.
And that's going to take a big chunk out of my paycheck, which does not please me at ALL.
And when you tell people this, they look at you like "Have you lost your mind? You're going to be MARRIED, a NEWLYWED! Why are you going into work if you can take it off?"
Because let's face it, there are bills to be paid.
Yeah, that's the part that movies don't tell you about.
Paying bills.
What if one or both of you sucks at dancing, or you can't agree on a first dance song, or one wants to choreograph and the other one doesn't?
What you do when you can't afford to take off work?
They ignore that the hotel rooms that give you the flower petals and the sparkling cider and the whole romance deal? Yeah, those are over $200 a night. Believe me, I checked.
They don't tell you what happens when you GET to the hotel (other than what people typically think of when they think of getting to the hotel after getting married... oh, don't make me say it! ... Ok, ok, having sex, you know that whole deal).
So you're not thinking about parking the car, or dragging your luggage inside. You expect that it'll all magically be set up!
But no. You have to carry in your luggage, unless you decided to have things already at the hotel (like your wedding dress bag, your clothing for the next day, some pajamas, toothbrush, toothpaste, maybe some sensible shoes!).
You have to park the car, unless you decide to pay $18 for valet parking.
Yes, $18. I looked this up.
And movies keep you thinking some mess about being carried over the threshold when, in all reality, you're both probably tired and chances are he has no desire to be picking you up in a dress that probably adds an extra 20 or 30 pounds of weight to you, if not more if you decided you wanted to go the route of hardcore princess-y ballgown with lots of fluff.
And from what I've heard, sex is kind of messy. As in, you have to put down a towel or you change the sheets right after or something. Ooooookkkkkkkkkkkk, yeah, you never hear about that in movies.
Let's face it, I can pretend all I want to that this doesn't bug me, but I'm a little upset at the prospect of not having a honeymoon. Movies lead you to believe that you get married and you leave for your honeymoon the very next day or a couple days after the wedding or something.
Well, there are a number of couples who are waiting to take their honeymoons - anywhere from a month later to having it as a trip for their first anniversary!
But if you didn't know that and you either weren't having a honeymoon or were having a delayed one, you end up thinking there's something wrong with you.
Because if we're being honest, sometimes people can't afford everything you hear about in the movies.
And movies glamorize weddings far too much.
Yes, weddings are exciting.
Yes, it's wonderful to be able to marry someone you care about so much.
Yes, it really shouldn't be this big of a deal.
But yes, it still bums you out.
People who talk about going to Mexico, the Bahamas, France, Italy, Spain, Hawaii (particularly if you live on the other end of the United States), Disney World...
Yeah, I'm a huge fan of Disney World, and probably always will be no matter how old I get...
But they don't preface this with "Not everybody can afford this, so you may not be able to try this at home."
And then when I mention this to FH, because he manages to get it out of me that I'm upset about a lac of honeymoon - because every newlywedded couple goes on a honeymoon, right? - he suggests taking out a loan for beforehand, paying it back ASAP once he works more hours during the summer, and us having a honeymoon.
Except I'm of the belief that if you have to take out a loan to a honeymoon or a wedding, well, you probably shouldn't be doing it to begin with.
End of discussion.
I can wait for years to go back to Disney World or Vegas if it means that we don't have to pay back a loan that was taken out specifically for that.
It's called a vacation for a reason. Meaning you should be able to take it without worrying every second about how you're going to pay it back. Maybe for a moment worry about work and making up hours or something, but not about how you're going to pay back the vacation you're on.
Maybe I'm just jaded. We've been engaged for 2 years and just over 4 months - and we're not getting married for another month yet.
I'm so sick of weddings that it's oozing out of my pores.
I thought it was exciting that Prince William and Kate Middleton are getting married exactly one month before us.
Now I'm just ready for talk of weddings to be over, so i can get on with life.
With my husband and our dog, of course, provided that we take the dog with us, but nonetheless.
This whole wedding planning thing is just stupid now, and it just makes me want to go in the shower and cry.
Nobody ever tells you that wedding planning will be such a headache.
...
Ok, I think the stress of finals and term papers is getting to me.
Because once you get past being concerned about jobs and the apartment and bills... Let's face it, I'm not really all that concerned about the wedding.
I really do NOT want to even LOOK at my thesis for my seminar class. She bled all over EVERYBODY'S paper - in blue ink, no less! (Honestly, I just thought that was kind of weird. Yes, our school color is blue so in a sense we "bleed blue," but if you're bleeding on a paper then why not do it in red ink? Or at least something that stands out from black a little bit more than blue ink does!)
And my paper for Experimental Psychology... I'd be lying if I said I'd started on it.
Although in all reality, I just changed my topic last week. Originally I was going to do it on sensory deprivation and isolation tanks (which I think was somewhere along the lines of you lose one sense and the others become sharper), but when it came down to it that was just a topic that I picked because I really couldn't find anything else more interesting to talk about.
And it's kind of hard to get up the motivation to work on a paper when you don't give a damn about it.
So I changed my paper to being about the use of animals in research.
I have to write an outline, and then do the paper... My paper is due on Saturday.
::Insert little kid whine::
"I don't WANNA!"
Ok now that's enough of that.
I think it's time for string cheese and yogurt.
And to actually make an attempt at my term papers. I mean, I DO graduate in... let's see, it's not quite midnight, so 11 days.
You know, instead it might actually be time for bed. I dunno.
Toodles.
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