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Well, the world is still a mystery. That dance studio job seemed so perfect for me, and the lady was nice and she seemed to have good ideas and stuff, but when it came down to it- it just wasn't right. I could work out the money situation, and survive and be comfortable and pay all of my bills. No problem. But then... if I wanted to save any money, I would have to work extra, and working extra would take me away from the dance studio, and if I'm going to run a dance studio I certainly don't want to do a half ass job, so if I run this dance studio then I'm not saving money for my own dance studio and what do I really want to do- run someone else's studio or my own? Thus the longest run-on sentence in the history of the world comes down to: I have to find a teaching job with benefits. I've been a little bit depressed about that for the past few days, but I'm coming to terms with it.
My wedding invitations came yesterday! I'm going to my Mom's house in a little while to see them. And I'm going to California next week and hopefully when I get back my dress will be in! I'm doing a happy dance just thinking about it. I'm SO uber-excited. And then in July I have to kick the planning back into high gear. We have to choose the menu and the cake and tuxes. We need to decide on ceremony music and work on the reception music. I need to work on jewelry for myself and the bridesmaids, and we need favors. And we have to figure out the damn rehearsal dinner before my mother has a heart attack.
And the honeymoon. The part of the wedding that I am most looking forward to. It's a bit troublesome to plan though. Mostly because Paul won't talk to his mother. I thought we were paying for it- he thought his parents were paying for it. I know that to stay at Disney World on New Year's Eve I should have already made the reservations. He won't ask his parents about it. I've never been under the impression that they were going to pay, so I'm not going to ask his parents about it. Stupid boys. I'm just going to make the reservation with my credit card and his mother can switch it later if she wants. Whatever.
TMI to follow...
Ever since I started having sex my period has become the most joyous time of month. And in the 3 days after I stop taking birth control before my period actually starts I have started have serious anxiety problems. I know how birth control works, and I know how effective it is and we use other contraceptives too, but it still scares me. It's not even the baby that I'm scared of. I'm not ready, but I could be if I had to be, and it's all in God's hands- right?
No, what I'm lying in bed freaking out about this morning, while I was approximately 5 minutes late, was how pregnant I would be at the wedding, because I really doubt my parents want to spend so many thousands of dollars if I'm barely going to fit into the damn dress. That's what I worry about. How vain am I? But good news- I'm not pregnant!
Well, the world is still a mystery. That dance studio job seemed so perfect for me, and the lady was nice and she seemed to have good ideas and stuff, but when it came down to it- it just wasn't right. I could work out the money situation, and survive and be comfortable and pay all of my bills. No problem. But then... if I wanted to save any money, I would have to work extra, and working extra would take me away from the dance studio, and if I'm going to run a dance studio I certainly don't want to do a half ass job, so if I run this dance studio then I'm not saving money for my own dance studio and what do I really want to do- run someone else's studio or my own? Thus the longest run-on sentence in the history of the world comes down to: I have to find a teaching job with benefits. I've been a little bit depressed about that for the past few days, but I'm coming to terms with it.
My wedding invitations came yesterday! I'm going to my Mom's house in a little while to see them. And I'm going to California next week and hopefully when I get back my dress will be in! I'm doing a happy dance just thinking about it. I'm SO uber-excited. And then in July I have to kick the planning back into high gear. We have to choose the menu and the cake and tuxes. We need to decide on ceremony music and work on the reception music. I need to work on jewelry for myself and the bridesmaids, and we need favors. And we have to figure out the damn rehearsal dinner before my mother has a heart attack.
And the honeymoon. The part of the wedding that I am most looking forward to. It's a bit troublesome to plan though. Mostly because Paul won't talk to his mother. I thought we were paying for it- he thought his parents were paying for it. I know that to stay at Disney World on New Year's Eve I should have already made the reservations. He won't ask his parents about it. I've never been under the impression that they were going to pay, so I'm not going to ask his parents about it. Stupid boys. I'm just going to make the reservation with my credit card and his mother can switch it later if she wants. Whatever.
TMI to follow...
Ever since I started having sex my period has become the most joyous time of month. And in the 3 days after I stop taking birth control before my period actually starts I have started have serious anxiety problems. I know how birth control works, and I know how effective it is and we use other contraceptives too, but it still scares me. It's not even the baby that I'm scared of. I'm not ready, but I could be if I had to be, and it's all in God's hands- right?
No, what I'm lying in bed freaking out about this morning, while I was approximately 5 minutes late, was how pregnant I would be at the wedding, because I really doubt my parents want to spend so many thousands of dollars if I'm barely going to fit into the damn dress. That's what I worry about. How vain am I? But good news- I'm not pregnant!