Time to get excited...

So it's official. Yesterday we booked the place, and as of Sept. 12 2008 I'm going to be married. *gasp* haha. We are both kind of giddy about the whole process....can't wait to start doing tastings. Mmmm, cake. :)

The Present's Just a Pleasant Interruption to the Past...

I've gotten in touch with a ton of people through myspace. People I thought I'd never see or hear from again. Friends from high school, friends from middle school...family that is an entire continent and ocean away. MySpace is an amazing tool.

It also brings back memories that I don't know when I'd think about again if it weren't for these people. Like the boy who had a crush on me but couldn't get the courage to mention it. I knew it then. I know it now. And he has just recently been able to tell me these things.

Or the girl who was my best friend in another state. We lost touch, and lo and behold, years later I come to find that she has moved to the same place I have, and lives about 2 miles away from me.

I have ongoing relationships with all of these people. But these relationships are so bittersweet. How does one go from being one of your nearest and dearest to someone that you hold at arm's length? To me, I talk to these people- online, on the phone, in person- and all I see is the change. In them, in me, in what our experiences have turned us into.

I deeply cared for the above mentioned boy. Of course, now there's not even a whisper of that in our conversations. He took a much different path than I and now I am happily engaged and he has a beautiful daughter.

Will we continue to be friends, even in the loosest terms? I'd like to think so. I'd like to think that years from now I will still laugh when thinking of my friends from the past. When thinking of those who at one point in time knew me better than others, and now....now are friends in a completely different way.

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That may seem kind of jumbled...it was more for me than you though. Time to get ready to sleep. I would groan about Monday, but for the moment I am loving my job, so no room for groaning around here. Goodnight!

The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths

Life's been....well, hectic of course. Today I've been granted a brief reprieve based on the fact that the air conditioning in my office went out yesterday, and when you live on the face of the sun (aka Phoenix, AZ) in August, you find that no air is your version of a snow day.

I used to love snow days as a kid. It made me feel as if someone hit the pause button, and for one day I would not have to deal with responsibility. As if that one day didn't count. So I took full advantage. Sat around in warm sweaters and comfy socks. Made soup and grilled cheese for lunch. Watched corny useless soap operas, and even more useless game shows. Snow days were the only days in my life that I really felt like I didn't Have to do something.

So my Non-snow Day today existed as exactly that. I watched stupid tv. Ate food that I really probably shouldn't. Caught up on blogs that I haven't been able to read recently. Decided to post here. It's been entirely enjoyable and the best part is it isn't even over yet.


Wedding planning is just getting started. Now, I'm not an excitable person by nature. Undertaking all of the planning of something like a wedding, I see it as a job that needs to be divided into goals, and those goals reached by a certain date, and the excitement is in the months after the majority of the planning is over and the partying can begin. However, apparently, I am supposed to be much more high strung, excited, and excitable at this point in time. James's sisters have asked me if they are "allowed" to start getting excited yet, because I am so cool, calm and rational about it that they feel as if they should not be more excited than I am.

I don't know quite what to think. Am I supposed to be like the girl at the dress shop who burst into tears when she saw herself in the mirror? Because I will never be able to do that. It's a dress for pete's sake! Am I supposed to be acting bitchy and become an overnight perfectionist? All you have to do is walk into my house to see that I am nothing like that. Not to say I'm messy. But I enjoy my small bit of clutter, and I don't see the point in every single flower being perfectly aligned at my own wedding.

I'm sure the excitement will come. I just don't see the point when two of a multitude of tasks have been completed.


I'm hoping to make my usual valliant effort to post here more often. With work, school, and a wedding to plan, who knows if it will happen. If only I had more non-snow days....