The end of an era

It is spectacuarly crazy that “singlehood” is about to end for me (see above picture, those aren’t just little beads around my neck!). As a woman, marriage was never really a goal for me- thank God. I always said, “oh, by 30…” or “maybe in a couple years.” What that means is, I am actually ready for this because I knew it was time, not because at 14 I made a timeline and it said I would be married by 26 and have kids by 28 (ok, so there was a timeline, but believe me, it was long gone by the time I reached 19).

So…what now? I think it is high time to make a pros and cons list!!!

PROS

  • don’t get hit on by skeezy guys (HELLO- wedding ring)
  • sex
  • have a man to do the multitude of dishes I inevitably use when cooking
  • always a “partner in crime” handy- i.e. someone to get lunch, watch a movie, or TP a house with
  • growing old together (wrinkles for me AND him)
  • McLovin (I don’t even know what that means, just sounds right)
  • some more sex
  • being united with the love of my life
  • did I mention se… oh yeah, I did

CONS

  • get hit on by even skeezier men (HELLO- they’re loving the wedding ring)
  • expected to cook everyday
  • have to get used to someone else’s (besides your own) funky bathroom smell
  • toliet seats- nuff said
  • remembering you always have to consider someone else (even if they are the cutest shoes you have ever seen and you do need a new vacuum)

Obviously, these aren’t so bad, beyond the funky bathroom smell. Am looking forward to someone promising to always love me, my wobbly parts (i.e. butthigh 1.) over the years. Seriously- I thank God for this man and could not be more estatic. He has saved us both and is a HUGE part in these nuptials. Jesus has a way of being amazing when you least expect it. Andy and I met at a bar- him, an addict and a user for years, me, a lost girl looking for approval in ALL the wrong places. Together we grew up, wrestled with God’s hand, and worked our way together again. He is amazing. And a free spirit (obviously).

I just have a couple more days of being the crazy bride to be and then I get to…err, be a wife!

Footnote
1. Butthigh: scary region between butt and thigh that seems to roll together

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Wassup yo

I am not a gangsta. I could never be. I do not have the cool swagger or the smooth vernacular. Sigh. What I can be is grateful though. I just want to say I know now that weddings are stressful, but if I told you how many amazing people were chipping in on this thing, you might fall off your chair. I am not what you would call extra frugal, I like to buy what I need and ocassionally small nice things. But lately, man, I have been learning more about this world and I just can’t do it (waste money). Like JC says, when we die, ain’t none of our possessions going with us (slight paraphrasing of course). So, Andy and I are doing this wedding on a wee budget. As to not totally destroy the trees, we did splurge on recycled invitations and had people RSVP by internet, the rest is DIY. Which I never ever knew meant do it yourself before I became a bride to be and perused upon one too many wedding websites!

I mean, whoah, are you really supposed to remember to wear all that stuff on your body? And who decided a diagram should be made?! Okay, DIY…moving on. So, this week I have arranged our centerpieces which use dry materials and a bit of sparkle. Then I realize like a month ago I was supposed to send out rehearsal dinner invites. Oops. Which my mom is cooking for and she said there will be like 15 people there. I counted today. It’s 28. Oops again. Who thinks of all these things months in advance??? Not I. Any advice for the next two weeks? Come on! I only have 16 days to go! I am sure there is something I am forgetting. But you know what? I am okay with that. This is one woman who is looking forward to the marriage, not the wedding.  :)

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