Are We There Yet?

I want it to be over. Now. I'm starting to freak out because I'm about to be in the spotlight. I avoid being the center of attention like Grammys avoid LaToya Jackson.

As of yesterday, I have only seven weeks to go until I get married. I'm
supposed to be really excited but when I woke up yesterday morning, I
was really annoyed. Why? Because we still didn't have a photographer or
a limo company lined up and everything I've read from The Knot (wedding
mag), other guides to wedding planning, and various sources online;
said we needed to have done these things a few months ago.

There are two things working in our favor. Our ceremony is in the morning;
most photographers and limos get requested for afternoons and evenings.
We're not getting hitched during "high season" (May-September). After
expressing my angst about the situation, the fiance scored us a limo
reservation and we are going to interview a photographer tomorrow.

Shoot, I just got around to ordering this cake on Friday. Yellow and chocolate marble cake with standard issue buttercreme icing.



Early in the engagement before I went into Anti-Bride mode (translation: not wanting to do a damned thing wedding related), I actually considered getting a cake desinger. But I only eat cake twice a year, so how important is it to have a cake look like a castle or a stack of Tiffany's gift boxes? Seeing as I waited until almost the last minute to get one, its not very important at all.
I just got the shoes last weekend. Mom had an alloted budget of $100-$200. They were $29.99 marked down from $49.99 at a store called The Shoe Dept. Woo Hoo!

My Give a Damn's Busted

It is official. I no longer care about keeping the number of invitees on my wedding guest list to a minimum. Actually, its the reception that concerns me. A whole lot of people + food=some really broke newlyweds. That's an equation I'm not trying to complete. My dream guest list tops out at about 80 people. Unfortunately, I was up to 80 people before I even added my fiance's invitees. Then I said okay let's stop at 125. For awhile, it looked like this might actually happen. Then fiance remembered some more people. So 125 became 128. Another week goes by and he remembers three more people. I felt triumphant when I saw that 2 of the three new invitees were already on the list. I was like, "Nice try." Then yesterday, I invite two more people I'd forgotten about. Damn it!

You's A Fool

You're Weak, Pendejo

I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop...

Must have been the motto for Detroit Public Schools back in the day because they wouldn't close for anything. When kids in the burbs were getting a snow day, we were getting our boots on. I'd watch the news as the names of the lucky scrolled across the screen and DPS was rarely among them. They have gotten soft. Nowadays, school is closing if we got a bunch of snow like we did this week. Mind you, we didn't get clobbered upstate New York style. We just have regular ol' pain in the butt to drive in snow. Temperature below zero? Close the school. Now, I understand if your heating system failed. I'm talking "its too cold to send the kids out there", closings. Suck it up. The world is a cold hard place, so they might as well learn that now. Sometimes you gotta do things you don't like. That's life. Bundle up and go to class. I did.

Cold Chillin'

I. Hate. Winter. I live in Michigan, so I can count on winter coming every damn year. Winter was late this year though. From X-Mas well into January, it was spring jacket warm on most days. It was an aberration and I didn't care. Global warming be damned. However, nothing good comes without a price; winter has been making us pay for it every since third week of January. Punk.

Since its stupefyingly cold, I've gone into hermit mode. In fact, if I could arrange for my groceries to be brought to my house, a personal trainer to come to my house, and someone to do my banking for me, I wouldn't bother going outside until April. My honey has been coming up with ways to break up my self imposed house arrest. Take last night for example. Honey scored a reservation for us at Morton's Steakhouse. A 10 o'clock reservation. This means I gotta get off of my couch, (where I'd been resting warmly and comfortably all day) make myself cute (=freezer bait). Until this point, the highlight of our lover's holiday was me helping honey compile info for a paper for his economics class. Romantic, eh? Anywho, we head out to Morton's and even though honey is treating me to a night out, I'm muttering about the cold. I'm not unappreciative, I'm just sayin'...