My sister's wedding is Today!
I don't know how I feel.
Yesterday, one of the Junior Bridesmaids asked me, "Are you excited?" I said, "no". She asked, "Are you nervous?" I said, "no." Then the other Junior Bridesmaid said, "Well, How do you feel?" I said, "I don't know." My youngest sister said, "It's just really surreal." I don't think either JB knew what that meant but one of them said,"oh, okay."
Yesterday, at the rehearsal I almost cried when my dad practiced giving her away. I don't know if that bodes well for today or not. I don't wanna be the blubbering bridesmaid teetering on high heels. Speaking of High Heels, I am 5'9.5" flat foot, and I am wearing 3" heels at this wedding, the groomsman escorting me up and down the aisle is 5'10". The bridesmaid behind me is 5'4", her heels are just about 3", the groomsman escorting her is well over 6'. I think it's funny.
I was going to do a daily lj post this week, but I was so busy and tired that I forgot, I haven't even been on the computer since Tuesday (or Wednesday? I don't remember.)
You know what has made this week even crazier? Every person in my immediate family has their own car. (that's six cars) Last week "The Big Van" (My mom has two purple vans, a big 1996 Ford Conversion van that's spent more time being fixed than on the road, and a little 2001 mini-van) started having major brake problems. On Monday, my car wouldn't turn over. We haven't had time to jump it. On Thursday, my youngest sister's car also broke down (it apparently has steering problems). So we're down to 3 running cars, my youngest-middles ister let me drive her car to work this week. Yesterday, all the cars were at the church, and we only took two to the dinner (which was a Picnic at Bishop Lake) and then home, so today we are sixe crazy people with two vehicles between us, my dad had to be at the church at eleven so we don't get locked out by weight watchers (they meet in the mornings), and Sarah and my mom had nail appointments at ten. they left and my youngest sister took my dad to the church and I am waiting for her to come back and get me, which is how I finlly found the time to leave a post. If things are spelled wrong or it seems like a sligtly drunk post that's because I don't care right now. I am not apologizing Sir Osric, I am just stating dfacts. He yelled at me because my voicemail used to say I'm sorry or something and he told me "Ironwolf don't apologize". He didn't mean 'be impolite' he meant that I need to be confident and not sniveling or apologetic all the time. He's always telling me (actually other girls and women too) that being a Strong woman is important.
My sister's back from dropping my dad off.
Yesterday, one of the Junior Bridesmaids asked me, "Are you excited?" I said, "no". She asked, "Are you nervous?" I said, "no." Then the other Junior Bridesmaid said, "Well, How do you feel?" I said, "I don't know." My youngest sister said, "It's just really surreal." I don't think either JB knew what that meant but one of them said,"oh, okay."
Yesterday, at the rehearsal I almost cried when my dad practiced giving her away. I don't know if that bodes well for today or not. I don't wanna be the blubbering bridesmaid teetering on high heels. Speaking of High Heels, I am 5'9.5" flat foot, and I am wearing 3" heels at this wedding, the groomsman escorting me up and down the aisle is 5'10". The bridesmaid behind me is 5'4", her heels are just about 3", the groomsman escorting her is well over 6'. I think it's funny.
I was going to do a daily lj post this week, but I was so busy and tired that I forgot, I haven't even been on the computer since Tuesday (or Wednesday? I don't remember.)
You know what has made this week even crazier? Every person in my immediate family has their own car. (that's six cars) Last week "The Big Van" (My mom has two purple vans, a big 1996 Ford Conversion van that's spent more time being fixed than on the road, and a little 2001 mini-van) started having major brake problems. On Monday, my car wouldn't turn over. We haven't had time to jump it. On Thursday, my youngest sister's car also broke down (it apparently has steering problems). So we're down to 3 running cars, my youngest-middles ister let me drive her car to work this week. Yesterday, all the cars were at the church, and we only took two to the dinner (which was a Picnic at Bishop Lake) and then home, so today we are sixe crazy people with two vehicles between us, my dad had to be at the church at eleven so we don't get locked out by weight watchers (they meet in the mornings), and Sarah and my mom had nail appointments at ten. they left and my youngest sister took my dad to the church and I am waiting for her to come back and get me, which is how I finlly found the time to leave a post. If things are spelled wrong or it seems like a sligtly drunk post that's because I don't care right now. I am not apologizing Sir Osric, I am just stating dfacts. He yelled at me because my voicemail used to say I'm sorry or something and he told me "Ironwolf don't apologize". He didn't mean 'be impolite' he meant that I need to be confident and not sniveling or apologetic all the time. He's always telling me (actually other girls and women too) that being a Strong woman is important.
My sister's back from dropping my dad off.