T-minus eight days..
We are full steam ahead! Tomorrow is my bridal shower and my maid of honor, procrastinator extraordinaire, is running around at the next to last minute trying to do her part of it and will continue to run around tomorrow right before the party. I think she should have started earlier but alas, no one asked me how my own party should run. In fact, I am not allowed to know anything at all. I have been told to none too nicely butt out. Is it my fault that I have this horrible trouble accepting that other people can in fact do something correctly even if correctly isn't always my way? No. I do not think I can be to blame for thinking that. Besides, is this any way to treat the bride?
Our registry is quite sad looking as no one but my father has bought anything off it. But there is still a week until the wedding and over a month until our big reception where everyone is invited. If no one else but my father gets us anything I will at least be able to have nice new shiny pans and sharp knives and the occasional mini-muffin pan and garlic press and the other random things he purchased. I will be very offended if Josh's parents don't come through with something great because they are always, and perhaps unintentionally, rubbing it in his face how well they're doing and all the nice things they're giving to his brother and sister. I didn't think one should be punished for being able to be self sufficient. Maybe if he still loved at home, had no job, and mooched off his parents they'd do something nice for him every once in a while. Which is leading me to a completely different rant about how poorly his mother treats him and how we had the saddest conversation where he thought that he seriously must have been adopted because he doesn't feel like his family loves him at all. How his mother never calls to talk to him, how he doesn't feel like they act like he's anyone important at all. Of course all of this makes me want to cry and then punch his mother but I can't get involved when he won't do anything to address the problem. I suggested that once all this wedding stuff is finished he simply stop making the effort if he feels he is the only one trying so that he will no longer have to hear about how much money they have and the great things his siblings are getting. No one should feel like they aren't part of their own family. End rant.
I am contemplating a major, drastic hair change. I am contemplating doing a blonde-brown. Honey blonde? I don't know. I'd love to get it done professionally but that would cost an arm and a leg and I don't think I could justify charging it on my fathers credit card for the wedding. I'm also worried I'll hate it and more of my hair will fall out and then I'll want to cry and change it back to something more natural and then even more hair will fall out and I'll be bald on my wedding day. I am also considering bangs, that is if I have any hair left.
The dog is stealing bits of chocolate and paper from my purse right in front of me. He has no shame. It's like when he copped a squat and pooped right in front of me the other day. He does not fear me at all, but then who does? The other older pup is limping like he's broken a limb and is making me a bit worried. I've had to carry him from room to room and up and down the stairs. He couldn't even wee properly outside, he nearly fell over. At his age he deserves to be able to wee properly.
Our registry is quite sad looking as no one but my father has bought anything off it. But there is still a week until the wedding and over a month until our big reception where everyone is invited. If no one else but my father gets us anything I will at least be able to have nice new shiny pans and sharp knives and the occasional mini-muffin pan and garlic press and the other random things he purchased. I will be very offended if Josh's parents don't come through with something great because they are always, and perhaps unintentionally, rubbing it in his face how well they're doing and all the nice things they're giving to his brother and sister. I didn't think one should be punished for being able to be self sufficient. Maybe if he still loved at home, had no job, and mooched off his parents they'd do something nice for him every once in a while. Which is leading me to a completely different rant about how poorly his mother treats him and how we had the saddest conversation where he thought that he seriously must have been adopted because he doesn't feel like his family loves him at all. How his mother never calls to talk to him, how he doesn't feel like they act like he's anyone important at all. Of course all of this makes me want to cry and then punch his mother but I can't get involved when he won't do anything to address the problem. I suggested that once all this wedding stuff is finished he simply stop making the effort if he feels he is the only one trying so that he will no longer have to hear about how much money they have and the great things his siblings are getting. No one should feel like they aren't part of their own family. End rant.
I am contemplating a major, drastic hair change. I am contemplating doing a blonde-brown. Honey blonde? I don't know. I'd love to get it done professionally but that would cost an arm and a leg and I don't think I could justify charging it on my fathers credit card for the wedding. I'm also worried I'll hate it and more of my hair will fall out and then I'll want to cry and change it back to something more natural and then even more hair will fall out and I'll be bald on my wedding day. I am also considering bangs, that is if I have any hair left.
The dog is stealing bits of chocolate and paper from my purse right in front of me. He has no shame. It's like when he copped a squat and pooped right in front of me the other day. He does not fear me at all, but then who does? The other older pup is limping like he's broken a limb and is making me a bit worried. I've had to carry him from room to room and up and down the stairs. He couldn't even wee properly outside, he nearly fell over. At his age he deserves to be able to wee properly.