i was at work for 12 hours today. case you were wondrin’.
also? not so much with the teaching, not at least when i start having children of my own. pretty much i’d sooner die. so yeah.
i. am. so. sick. of. my. mother. just when things seem to be going well, she’ll come back with the crazy again. seriously–it is always something. after basically pitching a hissy fit at dinner saturday night–in public–she has now informed me she wants to come see me some night this week to “talk.” um…NO. big no. i don’t have time, #1, and #2, i REALLY don’t have time for your shit. or your freaking mind games and manipulation. so no is the answer to that question. great. just great.
so. the wedding. is in less than 5 months now. WHOA. we’ve made lots of progress recently, but here is a list of things i have yet to do:
1) buy paper to make invitations
2) buy paper to make programs
3) pick out bridesmaid dresses/order
4) pick out something for my dad to wear (he can’t be left to his own devices in this area)
5) order tables & chairs from the rental company
6) reserve some rooms at the hotels nearby
7) add the “travel/hotel” info. to our “wedding website”
MAKE the invitations & programs
9) attend approximately 18 bridal shower/lingerie shower/luncheon/bachelorette/dinner party events in C & my honor.
10) eat some ben & jerry’s
oh, that’s not for the wedding, that just for my sanity, as soon as i finish this entry.
oh ok, so i’m gonna try to post some pics of the wedding locale & other junk you may or may not be interested in! we’ll see how this goes. (usually kind website hosting fellow blogger friend matt has to fix it–i’ll do my best matt).
Generic engagement photo for newspaper:

Not the dress (need bigger boobs for this one):

Also not the dress (but similar):

Us at Christmas:

Picture this: the aisle will go straight ahead, leading to the arch/arbor where ceremony will take place, and rows of seats on either side:

The view of the house from where ceremony will take place:

The gazebo, where C & I will be sitting at the reception:

Another little mingle/conversation area by brick fireplace:

Another view of the house:

Can’t post a pic of my ACTUAL dress because I’m afraid C would find it! He’s a sneaky one!
OK, gotta actually like grade some of the 18 sets of papers I have to grade now. I HATE grading papers more than most ANYTHING. God help me.
And goodnight.
i hate my job. i have been so unbelievably miserable since we came back from Christmas break. seriously–i am a huge bitch all the time. i don’t think the wedding planning is helping. it’s hard to imagine what a pain this wedding stuff can be–i never knew it would be like this–and i even had a recently married friend WARN me. elope people–i am telling you to elope. C has been on the phone with his “like a girl talktative” friend for a VERY long time now. this is one of his downfalls: he’s too nice. he can never hurt anyone’s feelings. i mean good lord, just say you have to go. but no, he just listens and listens and listens to this guy talk (all he ever says is ‘yeah, yeah’) and then complains about it afterward. heh.
i must say, he has been a freaking angel through all this wedding crap thus far. he’s done a LOT of talking on the phone to vendors, dealing with caterers, reception sites, and now he’s searching for a honeymoon for us. i am all weddinged out right now. we did, however, pick out cakes the other day. it’s one of the few things that is officially “checked off” the list and done. paid for and everything.
LOL–transcription of C’s conversation right now:
“Huhn…yeah…wow…hmm……………no……..right…..yeah, well, man, that’s not bad…”
good lord.
The lectures I gave today:
1) The “You don’t question everything I say; you just say ‘Yes Ma’am” lecture.
2) The “You’re acting like whiny 6 year-olds” lecture.
3) The “I don’t come to school everyday for my health–I come to teach you” lecture.
4) The “There is no excuse for you not to have those 8 questions answered after an hour” lecture.
Is it just me, or is the pollen OUT OF CONTROL around here? i am so freakin sick lately. my throat, that is.
Does it weird out anyone else that Federico from Six Feet Under is now on Ugly Betty? Weird.
Oh, speaking of, C got me the Six Feet Under boxed set for Christmas. GOD BLESS AMERICA–Best show ever.
Gotta go back to reality now and grade papers. Effing papers. Always with the effing papers to grade.
Out.
mark mcgrath is the less-talented, less-attractive version of ethan hawke. they have that same scruffy, i’m not trying too hard (although yet again, ethan wins on that count, because he is clearly not usually trying at all) look about them. good call becoming an entertainment t.v. talk show host, mark mcgrath, because buddy, no one ever wants to hear your band again. EVER.
sometimes the truth is harsh, people.
planning to go wedding dress shopping wednesday, though one place i was planning to go is going to be closed (found out today when i finally decided to grace them w/a phone call from yours truly, here). hoping the other places will be open.
on a side note, i am positive that i would be a much more enjoyable person to be around, and a much happier soul altogether, if i did not have to work every day. not having to work ANY day would be ideal, but if i could just work part-time, say 3 days instead of 5, even that would be a big improvement for me. now…what job can i do in 3 days a week and still make the same amount of money? is it just me or should i just jump off the bridge now and save myself the trouble? why does working suck so bad? (i know it should be ‘badly,’ but you just can’t in good conscience put the words ’suck’ and ‘badly’ next to one another in a sentence–all wrong.)
i have been sick for over 9 days now, and i cannot stop coughing and blowing my nose. shoot me.
people who get to go to hawaii for thanksgiving break make me mad. people who are shopping for a 2nd house in island countries such as Costa Rica and Panama also make me mad. frankly, anyone who has more than me makes me mad. is that valid? i’m real whiny tonight. wedding planning makes me angry that i don’t have more money.
i should stop.