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One month to go until my wedding, people. One month. This hit me last night when I was trying to go to sleep. I've adopted a schedule not unlike that of a 90-year-old woman as of late, because I recently switched to the shift previously occupied by Miss Cody here at KHOU.com. It starts at 6 a.m. So, you know, it's 8 p.m. and I'm in bed, soaking my dentures and watching "Matlock" when my betrothed calls and lays this one on me: It's not like I didn't know that was going to happen, but it immediately sent me spinning into straitjacket mode. Helloooooooo anxiety.
People are always asking me if I'm nervous about the wedding, or if I'm freaking out about the details, or how the planning is going. And I can almost always say it's fine. But ask me about changing my name and buying a house and starting a family and paying property taxes and actually being expected to cook something other than a Lean Cuisine without getting the HFD involved, and I immediately start looking for a time machine. I am, by far, the worst cook in the history of the world, and I am forever having like $3 in my checking account. I don't iron my clothes, I don't vacuum near as often as I should, and I only clean up my closet when my mom is coming over. And I'm supposed to be a grown-up -- somebody's wife?! Somebody's mom, even? Wow. T-minus 30 days till I'm exposed! So then I was talking to my MOH (who happens to be busy growing a tiny person in her gut right now) about it, and she was all, "welcome to my world!" I laughed because I would light my apartment on fire and move into her clean, beautiful house in a second. Do you think she would notice? But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized she's right. (She usually is.) That's the thing about life -- you're almost always on the verge of something big, scary and new, but there are no time machines; no adult life user manuals. So why stress?! You just have to jump in the deep end and enjoy it. But thanks to my wonderful fiance, my friends and my family, I know I don't need to worry -- I'll always have some killer floaties. TrackBackTrackBack URL for this entry: 3 Comments |
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LOL. I remember that shift. Why on earth do people do things that make news at that hour?!?!?! Good luck with it. You'll be fine with the rest of the stuff. Try Wolfgang Puck pizza. Yum. What station is Matlock on?
You can move into my home anytime Billy! You can become the nanny. I don't know if I'm capable of pushing out a kid, much less raising one! Lots of changes right now for all of us. Just think you're not turning 30 like Ryan is in exactly 1 month! Ha!
That was a...really... good blog. And I don't even like blogs