Hells Bells

You know, it's a little scary planning a wedding right now.  And by right now, I mean with the economy in a shit spiral.

My parents do not give me an exact budget.  So I have to guess on everything.  Granted, I do not want to spend $50,000 (which I am sure is NOT the budget),  I am a thifty gal.  You are going to pass out when I tell you how much I paid for my dress.  The exact dress I wanted.

I blew up at my mom the other night.  I think there was a full moon.  Or it could have been that I am planning a cross country move and a wedding at the same time.  Could have influenced it.  I tend to try to do it all at once and then get overwhelmed.

We were talking about the girls dresses and their shoes and she was like "we'll see what the girls want"  Umm...no.  I have worn hideous dresses and worn awful shoes.  It's my wedding.  I get to pick out what they wear.  Sorry.  I am top skate dog.  And actually, I am not sorry. 

I blew up at her though.  Of course, I felt bad afterwards and called her back.  I was fine until she tells me that the projected guest list is 300.  What?! How?  Why?  Well, all our friends and their families.  KIDS?!  You're inviting kids to my wedding?

So I calmly go on a tirade, explaining  how when I see a child running around at a wedding I want to box their ears.  I apparently hide my rage well, my mom had no idea.  She then tries to guilt me and was like "what about Kathy & Kikki?  They have babies"  Yeah, and those babies were not at Jenny's wedding last year...and they are super close friends with her - much closer than with me.  And they are doctors - they can get a sitter.  I totally lost it.  I told her that if some little fucker tripped me on that dance floor I would cause a scene.  Or if they started running around on the dance floor.  I know I would go into asshole mode.  I get annoyed at a restaurant.  Can you imagine me at my own wedding?   I would seriously throw a shit fit.  And if I heard a crying baby while I am up on that alter...do not think for a minute that I would not embarrass myself with a tantrum.

But I kept a cool tone.  I have a talent for that sometimes. Plus, I had already freaked out earlier; I think I did not have the energy.  She called me the next day and said "let's just write Mr. & Mrs." on the cards.  Yes, please and thank you.

Back to the clothes.  Yes, I have already purchased my dress.  It is on it's way to my mom's house.  will need some alterations, but it's perfection for me.  And I picked out the the girls dresses as well.  I did take one of the girls with me.  My future sister in law has already ordered hers, bless the little kitten.  House of Brides has incredibly awful customer service and are notorious for late, late delivery; so I told the girls to order asap.  I know my one girlfriend will slack.  I am prepared to have her not stand up because she doesn't have a dress.  She kills me.

In three weeks, I should have almost everything planned.  We have cake tasting, meetings with photographers and florists, and checking out tuxes planned.  I already have my invitations picked out and have researched party favors.

Yes, I am going koo koo clocks.  But this means that I can concentrate on setting up our home and finding a job when I get out to California.