Serenity Now

I think I decided the really important things in my life long before the situation arose… before I knew *if* the situation would arise.  I named my baby Alexander long before I met his father.  I also had plans for other things.  The thing is, some those things are in Indiana and I am not. Things that seemed like a good idea at the time just aren't as attractive anymore.  Getting married is an easy thing to do.  This wedding business is completely different story.

 

In fifth grade, I just KNEW that Mrs. McQueary was going to sing Schubert's Ave Maria at my wedding.  I've recently Googled the woman to no avail.  I don't know if I'm spelling her name correctly.  I think if I found her, I'd fly her to Texas to sing.

 

When I was working at from the Glen Park Bakery, I saw the most perfect stacked wedding cake with blue flowers.  Sadly, they've gone out of business.  My Tía Jesusa is a master cake decorator.  She's retired now.  She got rid of all her cake pans after she made her final cake for Alex last year.  I'm not worried about finding a cake.  There are roughly fifty thousand bakeries in the metroplex, but I had that image in my head, you know?  

 

Is it wrong to want the wedding party to all be in All Stars?  Somehow I don't think Juana will go for it.

 

After watching Steel Magnolias 15-20 times, I assumed that everyone had bleeding armadillo groom's cake.  I knew I'd have one.  I finally looked up what the hell a groom's cake is because such things don't exist in Indiana.  It's a gift from the bride to the groom.  Yes!  I get to pick!  It was remarkably easy to find.  However, it won't be blood-red velvet cake.  My Honey wants chocolate and that's cool.

 

I have to find somewhere to hold this shindig.  I have no clue.  None.  I haven't even been to a place that I think would be good.  I don't know what to do about food.  I vacillate between having a full-service dinner, getting Subway party platters and hiring a Mexican to grill burgers.  I think Carl would cater it back home, but I don't even have a way to contact him, if I were going back to Indiana, which I'm not.  I'm sorry…The caterer wants how much for food?  Do we have to feed them?   Think it will matter if I serve enough beer? 

 

Part of being ghetto/ being a Region Rat/ living in the Greater Chicagoland Viewing Area is having-the-hook-up, knowing-a-guy, and being able to call on my-buddy-over-at-the-flea-market, my friend's step-dad or a whole slew of people who are more than willing to help out for $20 and some of my mom's tamales come Christmas.  I've lost my connections.  I don't like it.

 

Now, I don't actually need my connections.  I'm a grown-up (kinda sorta sometimes).  I am capable of researching and planning.  Still.   I'm dying here.  Every time I figure out how much something is going to cost, I don't want to do it.   No worries, folks.  I'll get this together and I will feed you.  Chris will anyway cuz my ass is broke.   Please stick with me as I obsess and worry.  Beginnings can be rough, but it will be fabulous in the end.  Right?

Life is Good

I am happy to inform you (in case you didn't get the text message or read my bulletin) that Chris and I are engaged.

I'm happy.  He's happy.  Mom's happy.  All is well in my world.

We're thinking of a summer wedding.  Keep your Saturdays free in July.  I know I have a lot of planning to do.  I gotta be honest here.  I  have no idea exactly what, when or how I need to be planning.  I'm wide open to suggestions... especially if you can get me the hook-up.  Me...ghetto?  Hell yes. 

I've had a very full and exciting evening.  I'm sure the wedding stuff will be taking over my blogs until football season starts up. BTW, the team finally got their trophies for being City Runner-Ups.  I'm so proud of those guys! 

My brain is full.  I need help. Who's gonna go dress shopping with me?  Is it wrong to wear Chuck Taylors under my dress? Will the old man want to walk me down the aisle?  Does anyone know where I can get a groom's cake in the shape of a giant armadillo? 

I need to regroup.  I'm off to bed.  Today, I'm another year older and a lot happier and I wanted to share that with you.

Fa lala fa lala la la la

I've been having a good week. 

I've been productive at work and I'm all caught up for the first time in a long time.

Kris and I went to see Duran Duran.  My throat was a little sore from the screaming, but that's ok.  It was fun! (though I think Kris is sick from screaming and walking through the freezing rain since we parked so far from the door)

I've gotten some shopping done.  I haven't mailed my Christmas cards, but the post office machine only took cash.  Who carries cash?

I haven't bitten my nails.

My Honey is having my muffler fixed this weekend.

Good things are in the works.  Life is good.

Peace.  Love.  Merry Christmas!!!

I'm alone

Chris and Alex left me home alone this morning.  They've gone Christmas shopping...presumably for me.  Is that sweet or what?  I watched them pull out out of the driveway.  Alex had his feet up on the dash and then he took them down to recline the seat and then he set it up again.  The two of them were talking and smiling and I felt all warm inside.

I've kept Alex away from men who I've dated.  I've done it quite conscientiously, purposely and purposefully.  I never wanted him to become attached to someone who could become dispensible.  I never wanted someone thinking they could get to me through him.  I never wanted anyone touching him or even looking at him wrong.  Then I met Chris and I never worried about that stuff.  I introduced the two of them rather early in our relationship.  Chris has been to every football game and most of the practices when he wasn't working late.  He plans things for the three of us to do on weekends and the two of them get along wonderfully.  Sometimes too well...they've double-teamed me and think they're cute.  Well, they are, but still...

I'm gonna get my butt in gear.  We have a pretty good day planned.  They'll be back in a couple of hours so I'm alone for now, but never lonely.