I've Showered
My Bridal Shower was yesterday -- and was put on
superbly by Deannie & friends. I really had a good time. I know you won't believe me when I say this but the awkward part was being the center of attention. There were SO MANY PEOPLE THERE and from SO MANY parts of my life. Everyone from my Brownie Troop Leader to Eric's family was in attendance. I was switching conversations like crazy!
The theme was wine...so I now have 50+ bottles of wine. Everything from a bottle of Strawberry Hill (Thanks Jansen!!! WTF? LOL) to a bottle that is not to be opened until our wedding anniversary in 2010! So neat! I also got the lingerie for the wedding night. Plus I got some very unique gifts too. Namely, a plate, meant for breaking, to replace divorce. It came with super glue. Very cool.
Deannie busted her ass to make all the food and favors for the wedding. The little tartlettes of goodness that she slaved over were a hit and the favors (Wine bottles filled with bubble bath and had little figures designed on them) were
SO ORIGINAL, and so clearly artistic.
I appreciated it all. Now I Have to get back to writing the 50 million Thank You cards that I am responsible for.
Sleep Walker
On Wednesday night I went with Holly to get her Bridesmaids dress fitted. Fitted? Anyway -- then we went back to her house and had a few glasses of wine and some pasta (which was so good that I am STILL thinking about it). I left my sleepy eyed friend around 9pm and went home to wait for Eric.
While waiting I sat outside, checked e-mail on the laptop, and had a night cap. Vodka and Gingerale. Then I had another one. Just two. I decided to end the self party so I went in to the bathroom to take some Tylenol hoping to head off any hang over type feeling early on. I chose Nighttime Tylenol -- not sure why I chose the sleeping kind other than I just thought it would help me sleep better -- or REALLY good?? I then went back to the bedroom and cuddled up next to the already passed out Eric.
Vodka & Nighttime Tylenol don't mix.
At 7am I woke up to Eric coming in and asking me "What happened last night?" I was totally not sure what he was talking about and then he pointed out that I was a) sleeping on the couch b) wearing just a bra. He then informed me that he came out in the wee hours of the night to find me there, curled up and freezing. He covered me, as any good husband in training would do, and put a pillow under my head. I was OUT.
My shirt was in the kitchen in a very very VERY tight ball -- one that Eric thinks must have taken a few minutes to create. My shorts and undies -- missing. We both got up and looked for them. The laundry basket - no. The patio - no. Under the sheets - no. In the drawers - no. Finally -- in the trash in the kitchen -- YES.
Recap: I went to bed with Eric, got up in the middle of the night (sleep walking) and took off my shirt, balled it up, and then removed my under garments and shorts and threw them away --- huh....
Meanwhile, Eric's just freaking out thinking that I have LOST IT! And I'm loosing faith in my ability to sleep correctly.
Yesterday we came home from work and prepared to cook a nice meal -- steak and fresh green beans. Eric pulled out the frying pan for cooking the green beans and set it on top of our black glass top stove. A ripple of water on the stove caught his eye and he said, "What the fuck?" We were looking at the ceiling to see if something leaked. We looked around for spilled glasses that might have contained water. We wondered if it was there that morning or did it suddenly arrive during the day. Finally Eric bent down and smelled the mystery liquid. Pee. It was pee.
Eric gags...
I turn red....
Recap...I went to bed with Eric, got up in the middle of the night to go pee but ended up sleep walking in to the kitchen. I then hopped up on the stove, began to pee, and the rest we're just not sure about. Did I throw out my shorts and undies because they got pee'd on too? Did I wipe with my t-shirt and that's why I balled it up so tight? Did I wipe at all? What else did I do? If I could pee on the stove -- what else could have happened?
Huh....
RSVPs
Getting all the wedding RSVPs has been my favorite part of the wedding planning, thus far. I liked J"the planning part"as a whole, I'm not Bridezilla, but I like the creativity part. I thnk that's just in my nature.
The RSVP part was like old-school-getting-mail from family and loved ones that you normally just (maybe just) get a Christmas card from. And those who didn't send back their RSVP cards, and yes, this includes my TWO COUSINS NAMED
AMY, are in shit deep! SEND THEM! I'm collecting them. Send them if for NO (AND I MEAN NO) other reason then because I put the stamp on them.
*Unless you're going to cut the stamp off and use it to pay a bill -- that is totally different -- and in that circumstance an e-mail will do (provided you divulge the stamp referral). **
So far I'm liking the RSVP cards the most. And I like the making of the favors for the guests too -- which I can' t be too specific on, here. And I like the making of the Bridesmaids gifts -- which I also can't divulge on here. But basically I'm making -- stuff. Lots of stuff. And Eric has been a great help.
His new name: Chief Grouting Man
Today is the 26th
Today is July 26th and I get married in one month. The time is getting less and less and I am not nervous. In fact I'm thrilled. I'm a little nervous about saying my vows in front of my family (immediate family) and friends (my best friends) but not in the "I'm not sure I mean it way" or the "gee, this is a big step way" just purely in the "I feel like people are watching us make love" way. Make sense?
For those of you who know me, or at least most of those who've known me since I turned 19, know the out going, center of attention Jess. No, really I am that way -- but only because I've had the 10 years to perfect it. I'm actually the shy, oh-god-don't-make-me-me-do-this Jess who is afraid of the public. Bowling, public speaking (this includes saying "I do" in a room filled with only four people"), and meeting new people -- makes me nervous. My lips actually quivered the first time I was on a fucking conference call, and no one was even LOOKING AT ME!
I, yes I, get scared. I get mostly scared of
being scared.
I want to look pretty for Eric, BADLY. But I don't think pretty means speaking to him, saying the most intimate words I've ever said, with my lips quivering....does it? I'd rather just wake up in bed, with my hair all fucked up on a Saturday (he says I look pretty then anyway) and say all the "oh I swear to GOD I want to be with you for the rest of my life" and "Please don't die of
anything. Nothing. Like...don't ever die. Don't die of a car accident, a strange electrical issue, God DON'T get cancer, don't speed, don't have some brain fart aneurysm (sp)...PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ON EARTH ALONE! PLEASE!" Why can't I say these things while we're in the privacy of our own bedroom.
Is that too much to ask?
Jansen doesn't even dance in crowds -- how Jansen, did you do it?
UTI
So if you've been reading my blog for the last few years you know that I'm prone to UTIs, which suck. I don't just get the frequent uinating. I get:
- Fever
- Chills
- Goose bumps
- abdominal pain
- burning crotch --all the time not just during urination
- painful sex
- painful sleep
- painful sitting
- painful laying down
I finally went to the Urologist who obviously specializes in urinary issues only to discover my options for a "cure" are:
a) Taking an antibiotic either before or after sex.
b) Wiping, daily, with an iodine soap "down there", daily
and/or
C) Having the opening to my Urethra STRECHED.
What is sexier?
Having yellow stained panties and pre/post sex pills....or a stretched Urethra? I just can't decide.
Romance at its best
Eric and I did something VERY romantic and wed-like yesterday. We signed up for joint car insurance. Our Auto policies have now merged. Can you hear the pitter patter of my love beats?
And we got our marriage license. All that takes is $30 in CASH and a little oath. The lady at the court house didn't want to see my ID but she kept pressing the fact that Eric and I HAD TO BE OVER 18!!!
Lady -- do we look like we're minors?? I mean, I know I'm hot but damn!
Ok the Sched...
Ok so I tried to go back and record my life since the last time I posted and quite frankly -- I suck. Even though I plan shit .. and that's my new title "I Plan Shit" I don't have the time or patience to look back that far. So I'm gazing at a calendar because so...SO SO SO much shit has gone on and I feel...I'm sorry...Keelee feels as though I have not shared.
Well as you know I did not order enough invitations. So the non embossed invitations, the ones that I made, went out on July 6th. Just in time and looking lovely, if you ask me. My favorite part of getting married, to date, is the RSVP cards. For those of you who RSVP to a wedding and don't write a note -- SHAME ON YOU! It's the best if someone can/or can't come to write a little "love you!" on the inside.
July 7th Eric and I went to the Def Leopart concert at Nissan Pavillion with his brother and sister-in-law. It was GREAT. Journey opened for them and to be honest, considering that neither was really my genre, I think Journey was actually best. Don't shoot me. The entire thing was good except that the four sober (and I'm not kidding) adults that we were --- didn't pay attention to where we parked so we LITERALLLY walked for an hour to find our car. Meanwhile I had to pee and needed a drink - BAD!
July 8th I had the babysitting job of a lifetime where I played with a 6 year old who always gives me a hard time AND I got bitten by more mosquitos then I have ever encountered in one weekend of camping!
July 9th....i have no idea what I did. Probably itched. Oh wait I did itch and I had dinner/drinks at Deannie & Dean's after going to the pool with Holly & Deannie....Eric was tiling D&D's floor.
July 10th I had my hair cut for the first time in 3 months. My hair dresser, Eri, Slipped in the shower months ago and popped her thumb so far out it was GROSS! I saw pics.
July 11th...I don't know but I think I was hanging with Holly b/c I remember my hair being cute. =)
July 12th.... ok I'm not sure
July 14th I know I went to HH with D&D and got WASTED! Unintentionally of, course.
July 17th...Eric and I went to our first condo board meeting for MY condo. Anyone who has been reading this blog since the first summer I lived there knows that it's FUCKING HOT at my condo!!! So we went to battle the issue since I just had one of my tenants move out b/c of the heat. Basicaly the outcome was "yea...well...the a/c just doesn't work that well..." So we went straight to BJs and we bought a $400 portable a/c unit...which a/c's like 500 sq ft....like half my condo. So yea...probably going to be buying more of those
This is all I have for now Keelee -- but if you want to get drunk on my wallet you BEST SHOW! =) love you. Heather got me to order a case of Wente wine from Livermore CO. that has an engraved "message" about me and Eric on it. One for each gift basket.
Loves.
Just a little short of shitty!
So Keelee, who I've now named the program hander outer at my very private Brad and Jennifer like wedding, wrote me a nasty bitch gram about how if I don't write on my blog to entertain her (and you) that she will change her ticket and go to our 10 year class reunion instead of my wedding. Well pish posh on you wine-girl!
Jail bird wedding friend
July 11th I found out that someone who is coming to my wedding that is not only in jail -- but might also be in jail when I get nupped. Can't tell you who -- on line -- but it just is.
Good news is!!! Is not my husband to be -- or any part of our wedding party.
ESFJ vs INTJ
Back a million years ago I took this test. My scores are different now...
Tonight was our first night of premarital counseling. I seriously had my doubts about going to the meeting for a lot of reasons.
- I like Jesus in the medicine cabinet so I can bring him out when in need, i.e. sickness, fatal car accidents, frightening moments & near death experiences. I didn't want our meeting chairperson to try and change that.
- Our "officiant" is the Reverend for the Sunset Hills Baptist Church who also happens to be Eric's brother and my soon-to-be Brother-In-Law (Herein referred to as "B.I.L."). Could be wierd.
- I didn't want to hurt B.I.L.'s feelings with my "Jesus in the medicine cabinet" life style.
- I'm uncomfortable with people analyzing me -- especially when it's "in Jesus' name we pray"
- I had no clue what the meeting was going to hold for us and I was highly anxious -- which makes me both angry and bitchy, oh my.
- Sometimes I'm just shy.
- I wasn't sure how Eric was going to act during the session. Was he going to make jokes? Were they going to giggle and makes jokes at me like they do at a family gathering (light hearted of course)? Was Eric going to be able to be honest? SERIOUSLY honest -- ??
....
So the counseling went mega-fine. I was really nervous before hand and got on Eric's nerves by acting defensive -- but I decided to put my doubts aside and give it 100% at the meeting. I wasn't going to know whether I hated it or not until I did it, right? Well it turned out to be fun. B.I.L was professional, Eric was honest, and the info we got was actually really nice.
B.I.L. gave us our compatibility results as far as Jung's Typology is concerned. We scored a 76% together as far as "compatibility" but that doesn't really mean much until you break it down, which we did. I am ESFJ and Eric is INTJ. It's weird though because I used to be ESTP....I don't know what a change in the Jung means...maybe I will ask next time. Maybe we should do these every year since I'm a Jung changer ("Chunger").
After Junging we moved to questions for both Eric and I (the same questions each) about our parents marriage, what we liked about it, what we would have changed. Some about why we want to get married, what do we like about each other, changes in our relationship, etc.
Our homework is another quiz or two, based on relationship books I've already read (Thank Buda!), and some short answers: List 3 stressors in your relationship, list 2 changes you'd make about your spouse, list of yours/his "duties" in the relationship. I already did most of my homework.
Eric and I are definately different. I wanted the wine chiller, stemware rack, Dyson vacuum cleaner , my choice of toothpaste flavor and alcoholism in our marriage but Eric has poo-pooed all of those at somepoint or another in our relationship. Most recently we disagreed about dishes. The shape of the dishes no less!
It's funny because our argument fell right in line with the Jung "thinking/feeling" part of tonight's session with B.I.L. And I actually got to use some of the stuff that B.I.L. said to argue my side. Much of which sounded like this, "I don't want to get your practical fucking dishes because you think they're logical. I want to get MY fucking dishes because they're fun, and fucking cool." That's the difference between a thinking person and a feeling person.
We're over the dishes now. I suppose in a perfect world everyone would get along perfectly and agree on dishes, alcoholism, AND toothpaste flavors. But how boring would that be? Not even Holly and I are THAT perfect for each other.
But I do know one thing for sure - it's a fuck of a lot better to have a over-thinker-logic-man in my life instead of a cheater-cheater-pumpkin-kim-eater. And I know I never have to worry about the pumpkin eater thing with Eric.
