My Simple Life?

We had such an incredible weekend. Dave's family is amazing and I really am luckily to be marrying into it. We didn't do much. It was perfect. We hung out with family, spent some time at camp (Dave more than me) and had completely meaningless conversation. Dave and I spend a lot of time together, but because we also work for the same "company" many of our conversations revolve around work. This weekend we didn't discuss work, we didn't discuss the wedding ( I mean we did ... with those who asked, but not with each other). We just hung out with no cares in the world. It was great.

This week we are opening a joint checking account (now that is commitment) and going to look at reception sites. Very exciting. I wish I had some funnyanecdotes , no luck...stay tuned

So Dave received a book today- An Idiot's Guide to Being a Groom. The book is meant to offer typical grooms advice on the wedding process. One sage piece of advice is to tackle wedding planning the same way you handle every project in your relationship. Allow me to give an example of how Dave and I "plan a project":

Me: So what do you want to do?

Dave: Dunno, what do you want to do?

Me: I don't know

Dave: Well I don't know either

Me: Look! Make a decision!

Dave: I made the last decision, it is your turn.

Etc etc etc...

I am holding out hope for chapter two. But just in case maybe you should clear your calendars for a May 2015 wedding.

Not much to post.

We have been busy calling reception sites trying to see as many places as possible before Dave leaves. This is interesting. I can't wait to meet some of these wedding coordinators...like Carol for instance. 

 We have wanted to get in touch with the establishment Carol works for long before we had even really discussed getting married. We came across the website by chance and both loved it. We have tried and tried to get someone to call us back and finally we got the name of who we should be trying to reach...Carol. Carol is a slow talker who find 9pm the best time to return phone calls. My fault, I guess, for not answering restricted calls at 9pm (or ever really). Dave finally talked to her today.

Ahhh Dave. He thought he was brilliant when he scheduled a meeting with her the same day we were meeting another place. The places are about twenty minutes apart so naturally Dave schedule FOUR HOURS between the two meetings. At least we are sure to be on time.

I try not to think about the wedding all the time. Since we haven’t found a reception site it seems silly to dwell on other details. I have been relatively successful during my waking hours. Unfortunately, I dream of wedding details EVERY night. If this keeps up it will be a long year.

We received another engagement gift this weekend.

Although they are not cross stitched curse words, they do bright up our entire apartment. They are beautiful and I love them (thanks mom). I really don’t get flowers often enough…and Dave doesn’t read this so these hints will go unnoticed.

Why would you call your hotel Lake View if you do not in fact have a view of a lake?

Needless to say we saw two reception sites today and they both were affordable and horrible. One only offers tent receptions, which is fine if you could guarantee me a warm May day (currently it is 57 degrees outside). And while she was showing us where on the grounds we could get married a noisy truck drove right behind the wedding site. So we left there a little defeated and head for the Lake View . Aside from the fact that there was no breathe taking vista there were also no windows in the banquet room. It was a generic banquet room and a generic hotel. Nothing about the place appealed to either of us AND the wedding planner seemed thrown when I said there would be no head table.

We did drive by the two places we are meeting with in a couple of weeks. I am sure those meetings will go better and I fully anticipate loving both of them immensely.  Meanwhile my less optimistic fiancé has spent the hours since our return emailing reception sites. I am glad he cares, I can’t imagine doing this without him

Dave and I received an engagement gift via mail today. It is a beautiful framed cross-stitch piece. Someone put a lot of time and effort into creating this art. The stitching is impeccable. My only question is where in my house I should put something that says "Chill the @&$# out"? Still a gift is a gift.

Seriously...

Reception sites are not calling or emailing us back. We are trying to spend money (albeit we don't actually have money, but they don't know that) and no one wants it. And what is the deal with places that don't list email addresses. Helllllooo...2007... no one calls anymore. I deal with people all day long (the worst kind too...parents) the last thing I want to do during my lunch break is call more people. BUT I would call people if they would simply respond to my emails.

Frustrating.

That is right. We have been engaged for 5 days. During this time we have contacted and set up appoints to see two reception sites, have either purchased or been given 4 wedding books, have heard countless pieces of advice and been congratulated a thousand times. During this time Dave has also neglected to tell his grandparents the news after leaving them a message Sunday saying he would call back on Monday...It is Tuesday at 7:25 and he has just informed me it is too late to call his g-rents. Too late! We haven't even eaten dinner yet! Also during the last 5 days we haven't had a conversation that wasn't about the wedding. So tonight we will officailly stop talking about the wedding (atleast until tomorrow)

Just as an aside... My parents celebrate 36 years of marriage today. Isn't that incredible! (love you both)

Well I wasn't planning on making this public yet. But since Kendra posted about it...here goes.

Welcome to my wild ride. I am not at all a girly girl. That kind of stuff frightens me. I procrastinate incredibly well. Worstly (made that up, I think), I honestly believe that everything will fall into place regardless of what I do to get it to that point.

So this should be a fabulous year. I know during the next 12 months people will feel like I have blown off their offers of help. (Not intentionally, I am just non committal...that whole procrastination thing). I am sure we will piss off one or both sets of parents a few times (considering the use of the "p-word" is upsetting my mom as we speak). And you can count on us to have a gazillion great ideas that get forgotten.