Paste-eaters

So Seymore believes she is doomed to get stuck and end up marrying a paste-eater...Like that is so bad. I don't know what she is rushing for, Seymore, you're only 20...what happened to the life of loose living and such? New York? Remember? Anyway, I don't know why women these days feel like they have to rush into life. I mean honestly! I didn't plan on getting married for another ten years or so, but, alas, I found the love of my life early, and after 21 years of celibate living, I think I'm ready to tie the knot, even if it is early in life. Well, I guess I've got plenty of babying years ahead of me, since that's all women are really good for. (Please don't take that last comment seriously!) Any way, ever since I took anatomy, I'm really considering whether or not I can actually handle having kids...I mean I really want to but, I don't know if my body can take all those changes...Seriously, I have to really think about whether or not that is something that I can handle..... But on a lighter note, I'm not sure whether or not paste-eaters are that bad, I can't say I've actually met one, but maybe that is because of the shortened life span or a closet type habit of it, but how can I stereo-type what I do not know, or even understand, not that I want to try to understand. And so how can I know that marrying a paste-eater is all that bad. You just don't know Seymore, maybe he'll be the catch of the century!

So I know that this is random thought, not just about the paste-eaters, but I think I may have some run-on sentences, probably because I just type as the thoughts come out and so as a result I forgo any knowledge I ever had of grammer and just type, for all you grammer nerds, yes you Seymore, I'm sorry, just think of my thoughts as a free-write, no need for periods or correctly placed commas, I am the Emily Dickinson of this age. Deal with it.

The countdown has resumed!!!

15 days, 23 hours and 26 mins!!!! YEAH!!! So I finally got my invitations out, yes Seymore I sent one to you, and I've gotten calls already that people have recieved them. YEAH!!! Irish is really starting to get excited, which is good, and so am I. The pool is finished and it is full of water and is the most beautiful pool ever created, if I remember, I'll post a picture of it later.... But things have calmed down, the wedding is underway, and I am a happy girl once more. Generally, I'm not worried at all about the wedding, truthfully! I think my mom is about ready to pull out her hair, mostly because she got an infection in her lungs (what else can go wrong here?) and because she keeps saying we have sooo much to get done. Ok. So lets get it done. Today is not only my last day of work, but in just two weeks time, Irish will be out here to wrap his arms around me and finally be joined in holy matrimony. YEAH!!!!!!! I know, cheesy, but I can't help it!! I'm excited! So, I rented the tux, which was a lot more work than I thought, mostly because Irish secretely didn't want to deal with it or order it...but what can you do? I love him anyway...But I had to make him, which took alot of prodding and coaxing, go into a Men's Wearhouse and get measured, then he had to send me his measurements, and then I had to go in and set it all up. And all of them are asking me why he didn't just do it from Utah? Who knows? I don't. But anyway, after all that, the tux was a steal only $80 to rent for four days!!! Wow! I thought it would be more than that. Obviously I was wrong. But life is good, I still don't have a tan, but I hope to fix that soon, now that the pool is in.... Ah, the wonders of planning a wedding, who knew it would be so much work. Run away to Tahiti Seymore, make your life easier and happier!!!

Wedding?

For those of you who are thinking about getting married or are planning a wedding, don't. Use the money, run away, go to some tropical island, like Fiji, and get married there. Don't put up with the hassle...It's not worth it. Maybe I've just gotten the downside of things with my dad and all, but I'll tell you what, I am tired of wedding stuff. Again, my mom is contemplating moving the wedding date, but my dad says no. I, don't really care. The ceremony is what's important to me...Sure I guess I want to have my friends and family around me to celebrate the day, but if I could just cancel the whole things and make it easier on my mom (and me) I would, in a heartbeat I would. And, because I am soo busy, I don't have any time to work out, unless I get up and the crack of dawn to get my butt running...Fat chance when I'm so tired already. And I want to look good my wedding night, and I need to work out to get that done, which isn't happening. A cool front came into Atlanta last night, and I went running this morning, which was liberating...I hope to get my butt out of bed tomorrow and do it again. We'll see how I feel in the morning. But I loved the feeling of getting out and just running, I don't have to concentrate or worry about anything but running with good form to get the optimum workout. I don't have to think about the problems my parents have with Irish or the problems he has with them and me... Poor Irish, he doesn't know what to do with me. My parents basically hate him, and that's not an exaggeration, and he's having a hard time with what they say to me, he's afraid of them putting a wedge between us and eventually pulling us apart. It hurts me because I've always stood next to him and supported him, but he still worries, like I haven't proved my loyalty to him. I mean my parents have been on his case, hating him for 2 1/2 years now, and I've stood next to him and stuck up for him the whole time. I just never feel like it's enough for him, he's still going to worry about it no matter what I do or say, it's frustrating. Now, he doesn't ever say anything hurtful or mean about me or my parents, but the poor boy has been through the ringer many times. And I think I may ask too much of him. I just want this whole thing to be done with so I don't have to hear it from my parents anymore, or from him.... Truthfully, I'm just tired...I hope I can make it four more weeks...I stopped my countdown.

What a week!!!

So, what a scare that we all had this week!!! My dad went to the hospital last thursday and from there it all went down hill, he was first diagnosed with a subarachnoid aneurysm, which was way scary, but then they told us he ONLY had a blood vessel in his brain burst, which by the way is still really scary, better, but still scary...And now the poor guy is very sick in the hospital, but we are now on the ups and hopefully he can come home on Sun or Mon. But, as a result, all hell and chaos has broken loose at my house. My mom can't really think of anything but my dad, which is fine except that she has had to make some pretty drastic desicions on our up and coming pool, like where to put the deck.... Thank goodness for my brother Tristan, who without we would all be lost, as far as the pool goes anyway. But dad is doing well, it was up and down, and he's still got some things to get through, but he's wearing pants now, now those dumb half-body hospital gowns with your backend out for all to see your "better" side...I think you know what I mean... But as a result of all of this, all of the wedding plans have fallen to me...and I'm a little bit overwhelmed. With out my mom's wedding mind and plan, I'm as lost as the people on the TV show, which, by the way, is rumored to last for another six years...I'm glad I got out when I did....

But at this point, only 4 weeks left, and I'll do anything just to get to that point...only three more weeks of work, so I can't really complain...but man, I have a headache with it all and I can't wait until the day comes. My poor parents, with my dad cursing his luck and my mom crying her eyes out, it's all I can do to keep myself from crying...oh the phone calls and printing I have to do tonight....Wish me luck world....