Thursday, January 22, 2009

it was fun when WE did it

Ooooh, being a child.  Everything is exciting, and different, and new, and fun.

Or a disastrous mess!!


If my mom has ever sat down with you for more than 15 minutes, you know that the highlight of my childhood "disasters" occurred when I was about 2.  Mom noticed that the house had gotten too quiet, as is often the case when a child is doing something that THEY think is great fun, but obviously something they shouldn't be doing. 

In my case, I had discovered eggs.  More specifically, I had figured out how to open the refrigerator and was systematically pulling out a single egg, holding it above my head, and laughing with hysterical glee as soon as it inevitably "splatted" on the ground.  I had repeated this process about 6 times before my mom found me,  the eggs, and the slippery, icky mess on her floor.

Well, history has a way of repeating itself.

Today, the house got quiet, as happens when Miss Makayla gets involved in something she shouldn't be.  When I found her, she was painting the floors, the dogs, herself, the fridge and the oven with butter.  The big, giant, got-it-on-sale-at-Winn Dixie tub o' butter.  She was steadily eating butter with one hand and swirling it around with the other.  It was in her hair, her eyelashes, her ears.  It was a giant greasy mess on the floor.  It was all OVER BOTH dogs. 

oooooooh, childhood.  Payback's a bitch.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

disaster in the making

I am unexpectedly turning into my worst nightmare.

When we first started talking, it was a simple thing--a short and sweet ceremony followed by dinner, drinking and dancing the night away with our closest friends and family. 

Then...oh, then...I actually started the planning.  And I realized that even the simple things are far more complicated than I imagined.  Just the ceremony, dinner, drinking and dancing with our closest friends and family is turning into a way bigger project than I imagined--caterers, photographers, djs, table arrangements,'s just a crapload of stuff that i want to quit thinking about.  I was all about a short engagement, mostly because we already live together and just want to be married already, and even if we had planned for 3 years from now, I still would have put everything off until 4 months out......which is exactly where we are now.  But I'm finding myself drowning in giant white dresses with butt bows and a mile of tulle and organza and styles that i didn't even know existed.  (Mermaid?  That's a fishy woman-thing that fits in with unicorns and a yetti, not a dress.  Apparently, I was wrong about that.)

Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly looking forward to May 9th, but I'm slowly losing my sanity in the process.  I want to wave a magic wand (one with a big blinking star on the top) and everything magically fall into place and not have to spend eleventy thousand hours on the phone calling everyone from here to Taiwan. I want everyone whom I love and who loves me and everyone that JW loves and who loves him to magically show up without having to address and send invitations that cost more than a small country that people (except for those crafty scrapbooky people who actually have an artistic bone) are just going to throw away.  I want centerpieces to magically create themselves and food to just show up.  I want to not have to call Meg and Emily 4000000000 times with everything from a crisis to shoelaces. 

And most importantly, I want to survive this without JW taking a blunt object to the back of my head.

I know that once the vendors are set, I'll be in a better position that doesn't involve this much stress, but I'm ready to be there already :-)

Oh, and those big white dresses?  Found it :-)

Sunday, January 4, 2009



May 9, 2009 :-)