Enough is enough! I have to say that I have never had a more awkward conversation than the one I had last night with my mother and her sister. If one more person tells me I need to get on birthcontrol, I will beat them in the face. You think I'm kidding? Think again.
I don't understand why mothers think it's necessary to talk about sex. I mean, sure--when you're confused and twelve years old it's a good idea, but when you're twenty-three, you don't want to hear about it. I know more than enough, and I think it'll get me through just fine--I don't need to know particular members of my family found out the hard way that they have allergies to latex, and I especially don't need to know the brand of spermicide that another particular family member prefers (and how to insert them). I think at that point, I was sure I wanted to die. Death would have been preferable than sitting through that weirdness.
In fact, it would be more fun to have a cavity drilled out without anesthesia than to sit through a conversation as awkward and uncomfortable as that was. Get a hint, folks--I know I need to get on birthcontrol--bugger off.
Did I mention that I had a good friend at church come up and tell me I needed to get on bc. No more. If one more person says anything about birthcontrol, I will cuss them out or claw out their eyes--whichever I fancy at that given moment.
On a happier, less squirmish note, we are officially getting married at the church by our preacher, Roby (which is a bit weird because he's not much older than me!), we're getting married on April 5th, and we're getting married in the old auditorium, which has been converted into a lovely little chapel which will be a perfect size for our 100+ guests. My dear fiance's mother just found out tonight that we have decided on these details, which is a bit insane considering we've known the date for over a week and the place for over 4 days.
My sister, who was going to be a bridesmaid, is now a partner planner alongside my maid of honor. This should be interesting...
I've decided on pink, cream, and chocolate as my colors, and my dress will either be champagne or pearl rose. I've got my bouquet, which happens to be blue and cream/champagne, and I'll probably have a chocolate ribbon wrapped around the bottom decoratively.
We're going to have a honeymoon after all--originally I wasn't sure we'd have time since he only has 1 week of vacation, but he'll work from home and start his official vacation once we drive my car to seattle--our honeymoon will be on the road. Should be exciting! Sucks that my car is so small...and that I'll have to fit everything I want in there, but that's ok. No worries.
I'm currently considering a caterer, two photographers, bridesmaid colors and dresses, tuxes, invitations, doctor's appointment, my dress, my shoes, decorations including ribbons and flowers, reception decorations, menu, gifts, shower, and slicing my wrists...
...Oops...meant to keep that last one to myself.
This is my story
my big fat complicated wedding.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Sixty-five days until my wedding--Ahhh!
Ever tried to plan a wedding in 65 days or less? Ha, me either, yet here I am trying my best and already going out of my mind.
Did I mention I've been engaged for 13 days?
Rather puts all my complaints in perspective, you see. Originally, I wanted an out-doors wedding, one at a local waterfall--that feel through. Then I begged my fiance to fall back on his original plan, the one I begged my way out of--just go to the courthouse and do it. Alas, I suppose my original argument was so good that now he's convinced that I want a wedding and is pressing the issue more than ever. Hurray. Don't get me wrong, a wedding would be nice, but honestly, getting out of this house (my parents' house), away from my crap job (only pays $9.55/hour), and getting started with my life would be much nicer. Unfortunately, I don't think he believes me, and I know his intentions have my best interests at heart but...nonetheless...I've dug myself into quite the hole, and now I've got to figure out a way to decorate it and make it work.
...
Anyways, this blog's purpose is to vent my frustrations to a world who (for the most part) couldn't care less, find some sympathetic readers who might provide some advice for my worries, and allow myself a way to organize and develop thoughts, plans, and...sanity? Perhaps preserving sanity makes a bit more sense in this case but regardless...let's carry on.
Currently, our plans, as of last night, are to have the wedding at my church. Which seats 800 people. Ha...it'll look funny, but at this point, whatever. Our guest list is ghastly--currently at 93, not including whoever decides to come for church. My fiance can't seem to agree with me on invitations, which really should have been sent out months ago (even though we weren't engaged months ago), and most of the invitations we've found that we like are around $250-$300 bucks for about 100. Did I mention the budget for this wedding is incredibly tight? Both of our families are not blessed with a ton of money, and I only have about a$200 in savings--maybe. I've started a homely little jar that will serve as a "piggy bank" for the money I'll be able to contribute to the wedding, which obviously won't be much if I only make 9 bucks an hour or there about. And the more I plan with my fiance, the bigger and bigger and more expensive this wedding is getting. So as soon as I finish this post, I plan on going and looking up prices for all the things he mentioned last night that he wanted, add them up, and serve him up a good helping of reality. Just hope he doesn't vomit it up.
Did I mention I've been engaged for 13 days?
Rather puts all my complaints in perspective, you see. Originally, I wanted an out-doors wedding, one at a local waterfall--that feel through. Then I begged my fiance to fall back on his original plan, the one I begged my way out of--just go to the courthouse and do it. Alas, I suppose my original argument was so good that now he's convinced that I want a wedding and is pressing the issue more than ever. Hurray. Don't get me wrong, a wedding would be nice, but honestly, getting out of this house (my parents' house), away from my crap job (only pays $9.55/hour), and getting started with my life would be much nicer. Unfortunately, I don't think he believes me, and I know his intentions have my best interests at heart but...nonetheless...I've dug myself into quite the hole, and now I've got to figure out a way to decorate it and make it work.
...
Anyways, this blog's purpose is to vent my frustrations to a world who (for the most part) couldn't care less, find some sympathetic readers who might provide some advice for my worries, and allow myself a way to organize and develop thoughts, plans, and...sanity? Perhaps preserving sanity makes a bit more sense in this case but regardless...let's carry on.
Currently, our plans, as of last night, are to have the wedding at my church. Which seats 800 people. Ha...it'll look funny, but at this point, whatever. Our guest list is ghastly--currently at 93, not including whoever decides to come for church. My fiance can't seem to agree with me on invitations, which really should have been sent out months ago (even though we weren't engaged months ago), and most of the invitations we've found that we like are around $250-$300 bucks for about 100. Did I mention the budget for this wedding is incredibly tight? Both of our families are not blessed with a ton of money, and I only have about a$200 in savings--maybe. I've started a homely little jar that will serve as a "piggy bank" for the money I'll be able to contribute to the wedding, which obviously won't be much if I only make 9 bucks an hour or there about. And the more I plan with my fiance, the bigger and bigger and more expensive this wedding is getting. So as soon as I finish this post, I plan on going and looking up prices for all the things he mentioned last night that he wanted, add them up, and serve him up a good helping of reality. Just hope he doesn't vomit it up.
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