Got A Lot to Say

A few moments of my life I have convinced I may have been a cat. With all of the sleeping here and there, the love of pats on the head, and the ability I have to sneak up on people always seemed to point towards cat. I am sure I am turning into a bear though. I mean, If a bear had a bath tub, I would totally be one.

I will explain a little further for you. I have been sleeping more than usual lately. This past weekend alone I slept for 36 hours. If weren't for work, I would have hibernated the entire weekend within my dark cave. Not to mention, when woken up, I may have been willing to claw a face off. Luckily for Mike, I keep my nails short and he finds the humor in this decaffeinated zombie thing that I am. Aside from getting into the garbage (that is Brady's job) I think I can relate to a bear.

Oh and the bathtub thing. I have been taking so many late night trips to the bathroom to light candles and lay into the warm bubbles and let my thoughts float to the surface. Sometimes it isn't relaxing. It just gives me a space to share my inner secrets with myself. I will admit that my stress levels have been ridiculous lately.

I feel stupid saying this out to the world, but I need to send out save the dates. I have them all addressed and sealed I just need to be awake when the post office is open. I never realized how difficult this would be. It really isn't excusable by any means, I could just get up early and go, but you don't want to wake the bear. I am willing myself to count them up, stamp them and send them tomorrow.

I still feel like we haven't been far down the wedding planning road lately. We really have a lot accomplished.

We have:

an officiant (finally)

meal picked out

liquor list

menswear all decided on

poofy under dress thingy (thank you Jaci!)

a dress big enough to fit me and 3 children in

2/5 bridesmaids dresses ordered

invitation wording figured

timeline figured out

favors in mind

All of this has just occurred recently. I am really getting excited about it finally. My gown is the big stress party right now. When we got it, it was a little loose. I cannot think of a proper metaphor to explain how much it doesn't fit anymore. It has to be at the very least two inches too large on each side. I was told that our original alterations lady couldn't do that much work. I am swimming in a dress 3 sizes too large. I feel magical but not in a good way. I don't understand how this is possible.

We have just under 3 months to plan this baby. I am so mixed in emotions lately. The debate on our pace while running towards the wedding is really the most concurrent topic with every other thought I have. I am definitely considering a garter belt that can hold a flask.

I can at the very least, take pleasure in the sunshine that is finally peaking out. Of course, Spring always posing a much more serious issue; the search for the perfect punk album. I truly am in need of some manic, loud punk rock music.

Okay I will update a music video shortly, but for now you can revel in the peace of a quiet entry.

I love you and am truly thankful for your support.