Wedding Venue? Check. Florist/Rental Company? Check, check.

I have to say...this wedding has been a breeze. The hardest part for me has been the waiting between the getting things done. I knew exactly what I wanted months ago but no money to pay for it. Now, we've started paying people for their services. Which has been a major relief to me.

We paid for the venue yesterday. And I almost cried with joy and excitement while we were there. I love my venue. Here are some pics...







We also paid Occassions for our linens, flowers, and rented items. It was nice to get that taken care of, too. The venue and the rental company/florist were two of my more major vendors that need to be paid as early as possible.

Next it's the bakery, officiant (once I make up my mind), DJ (when I find one), and that's it with the major stuff.

Wedding Worries....

When Vito and I got engaged last year in May, I knew we were having a destination wedding in Jamaica with our closest family members. I ran the idea by my dad and he quickly ix-nayed that suggestion.

Then, I knew we were having a smallish affair at a beautiful "plantation" here in the Greenville / Washington area known as Yankee Hall Plantation. I imagined an elegant wedding with 150-175 of our closest friends and family in attendance.

NOW....I'm having the wedding I really do dream of. We're getting married at Strickland Farm in Macclesfield. This place is in the middle of NO WHERE!!! It's rustic, but well-maintained and as beautiful as I can imagine. Now, instead of almost 200 people, my guest list is at a well-rounded 109. With 9 of those being children under the age of 6.

My dad and I are going Thursday afternoon to pay the deposit for the venue. I thought this day would never get here. Next I get to call the Bakery and find out when and how much I need to pay for a deposit. Then there's the rental company/florist that is doing our linens, stemwear, and flowers. Then there's the officiant. I still need to get in touch with her and start getting things set up with her. Then there's the photographer, a friend of Vito's who does an amazing job and shouldn't be charging me too much for the use of his skills and talents.

Anyway...that kind of summarizes where we stand. We're at the beginning of a LONG road.

Pet Peeves

I have more pet peeves than anyone I've ever met in my life. My friend asked me to share some with her the other day and she laughed so hard at me, she cried. Here are some examples:

1. I hate clients who try to tell me how to do my job.
2. I hate it when Vito climbs into bed at night smelling like a cigarette bc he smoked 3 seconds before coming to bed.
3. I hate it when my neighbor upstairs (Stompasaurus as we like to call her) starts doing random aerobics at 3:00 a.m. on a Wednesday.
4. I hate it when I do a load of wash and find I missed a bra and it didn't get washed in a garment bag.
5. I hate people who pull out in front of me when I'm going down a road and then they go slower than I am.
6. I hate people who text and drive.
7. I hate it when I buy a hot drink from Starbucks and it's so hot, it burns my tongue and I can't eat or drink anything hotter or colder than room temp for a week.

I think that's enough for now. It gives you an idea of what the world is up against.

Some things are better left to memory...

I did something impulsive and un-thought through today. And, already, I'm regretting it. I opened a door to my past and the part of our lives our family doesn't talk about. I decided that I'm adult enough to handle the consequences of my actions, no matter what they might be. And I hate myself for it. I'm not sure why I feel so justified in opening doors without fully thinking the consequences through.

I do, however, finally feel a feeling of closure. It's almost good to think that now I can say I understand and that while things didn't turn out the way I had hoped (dare I say, dreamed?) they would, they have finally happened and I'm adult enough to know when a door has closed. Or, in this case, gently been shut in my face.

So, I guess that's it. I'm amazingly feeling ok about it. Especially now that I thought my feelings through a little better.

So I didn't make it to work yesterday....

...because I was dying. Not literally. I thought I was, but Vito adamantly reminded me that I wasn't. I did, however, enjoy another day of laying around, watching everything on my DVR, and finding fun and interesting new things to record. All in all, I call it a successful day, even if I wasn't at work.

I find I'm the worst person in the world when I'm sick. I'm needy, melodramatic, and nasty. Nasty as in, Vito found a handful of dirty Kleenex in the bed last night while tucking me in. I could have sworn I found them all, but Kleenex have a tendency to hide in between the top sheet and thermal blanket that I insist on having on the bed at all times. They're like fabric softener sheets, only they don't smell good and they don't keep my cat's fur from clinging to everything when she's pretending to be a jaguar in the jungle in my bed aka Macy's Tent. (OK...I made that part up, but I swear, I think she really does think she's a jaguar. Or a mountain lion.)

All in all, this has been a very unproductive week. And I've thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Snow days and sick days.

I've been out of work since Monday (Monday was a holiday, and the Tuesday and today were snow days). One thing I love about North Carolina is that when it snows, and sticks, people panic. I find myself doing the same thing. I think of all the things I have to have at the grocery (eggs, bread, toilet paper, milk, etc) and then realize I've turned into the very thing I can't stand: a panicking redneck from BFE that can't handle a minor weather event without lapsing into a state of hysteria.

I've enjoyed my days off. I've laid around, watched an over-abundance of television, and did a whole lot of nothing. But, I've missed work, too. I've missed being out of the house, talking to other people, and just generally being busy. It's funny how it can be so hard for me to get up for work in the morning, but I definitely miss it when I'm not there.

I also am coming down with a cold. It actually doesn't surprise me. Of course I would get sick after having several days off from work. It's like my body just knows when I have other things that need to be done, besides laying around in my bed. So, I'll be going to work tomorrow. I'll be drugged up on whatever meds I can, but I'll be there.

I guess my several days of wasting away didn't help my cold go away.

Can we just fastforward today?

I don't know what my deal is today, but I have absolutely no desire to be anywhere except for my bed. Maybe it's the weather (it's dreary and drizzly outside) or maybe it's just sheer exhaustion (I haven't been sleeping much or well lately) or maybe I just wasn't ready to get up this morning (for the 2nd day in a row, I overslept). All I know is, I feel like life should have a fast-forward button. And an easy button. I just wish I could hit the FF button and move on to tomorrow. But, I can't. I have too many responsibilities that are waiting for me to take care of. Le sigh.

Maybe today should be one of those "don't expect too much from me and you won't be disappointed" kind of days. Dear Lord...please let it be one of those days.