Late Night Stress

So it's 1:20 am and I have officially had my first big wedding freak out. Everyone always said "oh my gosh it's so stressful to plan a wedding and it's awful and don't worry you a will understand when it happens to you." And when someone says this to me I think...whatever you guys are just selfish brats! Sorry to anyone that has said that to me and is reading this but that is what I thought. Well tonight I had a freak out....it was not a huge freak out but I was a brat and a baby and pouty and gross. It only lasted about 20 minutes but for me that's a long time to be absolutely intolerable! I began looking at invitations with my mom and really it was fine and good and then about 30 minutes later when we were still looking it was not fine or good anymore. I do not make decisions easily anyway and when I see a book as thick as both my thighs put together with identical (different) invitations covering it from cover to cover I began to get sweaty and hot and clammy and hopeful that a leprechaun or maybe a unicorn would come take me to their warm home under their rainbow forest. But this was not the case and another couple minutes went by before closing the book and rescheduling my invitation time for tomorrow. This was not a big freak out and if this was all that happened today I would not be ashamed or disgusted with myself but about 4 hours later while srapbooking and watching Kuff's with my parents I began to freak out about my wedding dress. Why was I thinking about my wedding dress while watching a fabulous classic 90's movie with Christian Slater? Well it's because I was scrapbooking my engagement and the infamous trying on/picking the dress. I had two pages. A page for the worst dresses I could have possibly put on my body and then the best dresses...the pretty ones, the ones that I weeded through until I found the right one. But as I was finishing up the Best Dressed page and labeling The One with a big white arrow pointing at it and a sign that said The One I began to wonder if The One was better than the other dresses that had been so quickly thrown to the side. All the other dresses that fit and felt and looked fabulous that had been unwisely treated. Maybe I was misguided in my journey to the perfect dress or maybe I got disoriented and didn't pick the dress that was the perfect dress. Anyways I was sitting there thinking all of these thoughts as the ending credits rolled and Christian Slater was put to rest. Then and there as the classic love music of the early 90's played I had a freak out. It was nothing short of hitting my feet on the ground and pounding my palms to my chest. It was not my finest 20 minutes and as my mother explained to me that the dress was beautiful and elegant and everything I wanted it to be I realized that I was being an ugly person and possibly ruining my credibility with myself!! So when all is said and done I have come to find that I may be a little crazy on the inside but I do promise myself here tonight at 1:39 am that the crazy will definitely stay on the inside. Here are my two rules to prevent any future unveiling of the true me....

Rule 1-

Do not watch any movies with skinny pretty girls that are in their underwear (even if it's just for a moment) while looking at pictures of myself in my wedding dress or scrapbooking those said pictures.

Rule 2 -

Do not and I repeat do not eat two handfuls of M&M's while looking at or scrapbooking pictures of one's self in my wedding dress.

P.S. - In general try to stay away from the M&M's until the wedding is over....actually you can even partake of them at the reception but for your sanity and everyone elses mental health please stay away from M&M's!!

Thrifty...

I want to be thrifty and dark and happy and slim and straight and thrifty. I do not want to conform even though that's what I feel like I would be doing if I did actually accomplish any of the above. But at least I don't want to be blond and wear a lot of pink jewelry while listening to Brittany Spears in my new mustang. Ewww that's beyond conforming...that's pretending. Not that any of that stuff is bad but it's old, unoriginal and girlie. I think I'm judging now which is extremely on the other end of what I'm wanting to be...which is thrifty. I don't think that judging is a characteristic of thrifty. Thrifty is more accepting and laid back and frugal and smart, perhaps even creative. Of course this is my description of thrifty which I probably just made up. The following is an actual definition which isn't so far from my made up definition:

THRIFTY

Given to, or evincing, thrift; characterized by economy and good management of property; sparing; frugal; Thriving by industry and frugality; prosperous in the acquisition of worldly goods; increasing in wealth; as, a thrifty farmer or mechanic; Growing rapidly or vigorously; thriving; as, a ..

I would like to add a fabulously decorated home from scratch to the definition. :) That's what I'm hoping for anyway. Well I don't really know what I'm saying today because honestly I didn't feel like writing anything. But I did it anyways and why I have no idea. All I know is that the only thing I can even think about is thriftiness which may make this my shortest blog ever!

85 Days and Counting

So here I am....85 days away from my wedding day. Can you believe this....I have almost officially conformed!! If I didn't love the male version of me so much I would probably start cutting away at my wrist. HEY THERE HEY THERE TO THE SINGLE MASSES OF THE WORLD.... Farewell and I will miss the solitude the most!!! :) Anyways we went and registered today at Target, scanning all the fabulous flatware and irons and toasters and decorations in a greedy frenzy. 2 hours later I was not exhausted but overly excited about running home and getting everything set up and put in it's designated spot. Then it dawned on me as Matt handed the scanner back to the lady with the red collared shirt and the customer service smile on her face that we weren't actually taking anything with us. So when you register you get to go look at all the stuff you want but then just leave it there in hopes that some friendly face will buy it for you. This is registering? I'm not up for it. I'm not up for coming back to my house and not seeing the white comforter neatly in place on the bed...or the tart pan that I so excitedly fondled in isle 3 baking something deliciously sweet in the oven. As Minnie Driver said in Circle of Friends. "It's like taking me to the top of the mountain and showing me what I could have and then marching me back down and saying you aren't good enough Ashley the fat cow that you are" I improvised on the name! So now I get the luxury of checking my Target registry account and seeing if anyone has gotten us anything. I know I know that's selfish and greedy and gross and desperate and all those awful things that I don't want to be but I am deep down...just like everyone else. I just don't mind voicing it.

Along with the wedding being just around the corner and the registration's shocking realization we also had our first pre-marital counseling meeting with our pastor today. I don't know if I can stress to you all just how mortified I was about going to this meeting. I am not good with answering questions...especially questions from a pastor of all people. I was worried about becoming flustered and stuttery and perhaps coming off to the man that is going to marry us in 85 days as a bit of a freak. I was sweating bullets when we walked in to the meeting room but then all the sudden I realized this was not just a one on one couple meeting. There were several couples already there ready to be counseled. This eased my mind a little and after the initial fear of being probed to death by our pastor about personal matters went away I was able to breath easily. The meeting was actually a huge success and I am no longer scared of pre-marital get togethers!! This was a huge feat for me!!

So this is my 85 day journey into womanhood? I hope it's not a big disappointment like all the other alleged journey's into womanhood. Maybe this will finally be the real thing and not all in my imagination. Like when my period started when I was 13 I thought wow I'm a woman only to realize the next day that having a period didn't make me a woman at all but it did cause me to cramp and smell like mold. (I had to use pads til I was 15, mom's orders). Or the time that I graduated from high school and moved out with my best friend in a less than perfect apartment. I thought for sure I'm a woman now...but then I ran out of money and had to move back in with my parents. So now here I am 24 and thinking that in 85 days I will be an official woman. With the pretty nails and the fresh attitude on life and the budget and the home and the husband and the upcoming children and all that adult woman stuff. Hmmmm....I wonder if that will happen.