Nothing But Time

It's definitely not my style to post two blogs within a 24-hour period, but it is officially "July break" for me until next Thursday when I head back to tutoring which means I've got plenty of time to dedicate to the blogosphere. I apologize if yesterday's blog was a downer for you, a few people have gotten in touch to tell me they feel bad. I am aware that most of you read this blog for happy news, and after a peaceful night's sleep (and sleeping in til 8am!), I am back to my upbeat self.

There's plenty of new wedding-related activities to talk about, but first, a funny Bryan story. And know that this is only funny now, in retrospect. It was not funny at the time. Bryan almost got himself stabbed with a butter knife during this exchange.

Tuesday evening, I had come in from work around 5ish. I walked Maggie, fed her, and decided to catch up on 'The Bachelorette' in full force (I am finally caught up, so we may gossip about this in upcoming blogs!). I sat for about 2 1/2 hours watching this stupid show - I can't help myself - when Bryan came in from work/the gym. We headed to the kitchen and started unloading the dishwasher (something both of us hate, so we often do it together) and making dinner.

Bryan says, "I'm so mad at Daniel, he told me that Paraguay won today." For those of you who are wondering why I'm mentioning Paraguay, which is apparently a country in South America, the reason is because they're playing in the World Cup. So Bryan was mad at his co-worker and friend, Daniel, for spilling the beans that Paraguay won. Typically Bryan comes home and plops right on the couch to watch the games he DVR'ed during the day. So I said, "Yes, I saw that on Facebook. Who did they play? Portugal?"

Timeout. Read my sentence again. These questions clearly imply that I didn't even know who Paraguay played. I knew they won because people had posted, "Yay, Paraguay!" and things of that nature on Facebook. But there was no mention of the opponent. So in asking, I chose the only other opponent that I knew of that was still in this World Cup thing - Portugal. Ok, so it goes:

Me: "Who did they play? Portugal?"

Bryan: "WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS? STOP TELLING ME ABOUT THE GAMES!"

Me: "What?"

Bryan: "STOP TALKING, STOP!"

Me: "What? I don't understand? You just said Daniel told you they won and I confirmed, yes they won. But I don't know who they played, who did they play?"

Bryan: "WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING? YOU JUST RUINED THE GAMES FOR ME!!!"

Me: "How can I ruin the games? I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE GAMES, AND FURTHERMORE, I DON'T CARE!" (Yes, he got me yelling at this point since I didn't know why we were yelling).

Bryan: "WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME ABOUT PORTUGAL?" At this point, his arms were flailing as if I had given up our first born for a tour of the Hershey's factory or something.

Me: "Ok, you know what? I am out of here, I am not standing around while you have a psychotic attack."

And with that, I took the Thank-You-for-Watching-Maggie card I was mailing to Nicole and walked out the door. I was SO MAD. He came in after a long day and started screaming at me. ABOUT SOCCER. I know you should never leave during a fight, but I didn't even know what we were fighting about?! All I knew was I didn't want to be yelling about an event I a.) knew nothing about, and b.) don't give a shred of a rat's butt about.

I mailed Nicole's card and headed over to the grocery store - the Tomboy Bride needed some wine. Bryan began to call my phone 456 times. Finally, I answered, "Where are you?" he asked. "I'm at the supermarket," I told him. "Are you coming home?" he asked. "Well, where else would I go?" I responded. So with that, I returned home 10 minutes later to an apologetic fiance. But this is what I've concluded: a.) There is no reasoning with Bryan when it comes to sports, EVER. Even if I'm going to ask a question, I'm better off just keeping my mouth shut. He later admitted he thought I was trying to tell him Portugal won (they didn't - and Paraguay had played Japan). I'm not quite sure where he got that in my exchange with him - but again, there's no logic here.

And,

b.) The next World Cup is in 4 years. In 4 years, I am taking a month-long vacation. I am vacationing through the entire thing in some country where the team did not make it (this year my choice would've been Ireland!).

Ok, so with that ridiculousness out in the open, let's get down to business.

I had made a short list the other day for myself of things that need to be done:

1.) Transportation - (I've been working on this, but have had no luck!) We are aiming to provide transportation for all guests staying at the Homewood Suites to and from the Wedding.

2.) Start looking for unity candles - I like the idea of the Sand Ceremony where each person holds a cylindrical vase of sand and we pour it into a larger, engraved vase together. Bryan wants a Unity Candle. I like Unity Candles, too. But now I gotta get one for us!

3.) Start outlining the ceremony - It would probably be a good idea to also nail down who our officiant is. This would be very helpful.

4.) Music!!! - Bryan and I are very particular about what we want played at the wedding. Bryan hates older music (of course, exactly the type of music I love and grew up on!). So there's lots of compromising to do here.

5.) Programs - We know everyone who's going to be in the wedding, and who we're going to ask to do readings (although we need to do that too...). Officiant? TBD.

6.) Ask the appropriate family members/friends to participate in our ceremony.

6.) Wedding rings - You'd think this would be one of the first things I'd have us do. I'm so not fussy on this point that selecting the actual ring is on the back burner. But I KNOW we've gotta go select soon!

7.) Shoes and skivvies for the big day - I need them for my July 24th Dress Fitting!

8.) Honeymoon - Bryan has suggested every Caribbean option there is, then recanted on some of his suggestions. Uh, this is why I don't plan our trips.

9.) Pricing my idea for favors - I'm really excited to do this. I'm not giving anything away on this, but I will tell you the favors will be holding the place cards. I may give some details on how I'm doing the place cards, but the favors won't be revealed until the Big Day.

I am planning on attacking this list over the "July Break" as well as getting in quality time working out and watching movies that I haven't seen that Bryan has no interest in (I just rented "Brothers" with Tobey Maguire and yummy Jake Gyllenhaal.) I also have a TON of cleaning to do. I am antsy to clean this apartment top to bottom. I went crazy at Target earlier, even buying myself rubber household gloves!!!

Finally, we did get our invitation proof. I'm very happy with how everything looks although between myself, Bridesmaid Mrs. Smith, M.O.H. Nicole, and my parents we had about a dozen suggestions of things that needed to be changed, moved, re-worded, etc. I'm hoping the lovely ladies at La Belle Weddings don't want to strangle me for all of this.

And speaking of M.O.H. Nicole, she needs some kind of award for all her hard work. Is there some kind of public recognition I can give her or a contest for M.O.H. of the Century I can enter her in? She's been looking up honeymoon destinations, arranging for babysitters so others can go to my Bachelorette party, and just generally keeping on top of everything. I could go on and on about all of the amazing things everyone in our bridal party has done for us to help make this wedding a successful event. But that's a separate blog entirely! I'm going to need very large Thank You cards for all of them! Speaking of Thank You cards, I'll leave you with this insane story. This is how bananas I am about Thank You cards:

Last week, before we left for New York, I purchased a Thank You card for the individuals who bought our remaining silverware on our registry from Macy's. I wanted Bryan to write it with me, and we ended up going to New York before getting to sit down and word it properly together. Monday evening, we wrote it together and I practiced writing it so it would look pretty. Tuesday, I wrote it out on a card only to HATE how it looked on the card. So yesterday? You guessed it. I went and bought another card! Last night, I took even more care to make it perfect and today, we mailed it. The moral of the story? I really do mean each and every one of those Thank Yous you all are getting!!!!

And with that, Thanks for reading! Pictures from New York will be posted when Bryan stops hogging them!