67 Days-Yet Another Potentially Deadly Wedding Escapade

Don’t expect any cute fuzzies today. 

If you have been reading along, Jeremy and I have already had a pretty crazy encounter with a boiling hot metal ring and a mall fire. Today I faced another potentially deadly nemesis and didn’t recognize the full magnitude of my danger until the deed was one.

This morning after I was licking every single envelope seal for our wedding invitations I realized… Maybe that was a bad idea.

I have three nephews who are, well, boys. They love bugs, dirt, football, and put absolutely everything in their mouths as children.  I cannot tell you how many times I’ve said:

 “Don’t put that in your mouth”

“Spit that out”

“Do you have any idea how dirty that is?”

“Do not eat that off the floor!”

“The five second rule is not a real rule!”

All of the reprimands came rushing back as I licked envelope, after envelope, after envelope.  I was on a roll and was, quite honestly, too lazy to go get a damp sponge and a bit worried that I would drown the invitations we’d worked so hard on. While I’m sure soggy invitations would be a topic of conversation, it’s not the kind of topic I would aspire to be the central figure of.  As I licked, thoughts trickled in.

“What exactly does this adhesive consist of?”

“How many creatures have walked across this and left their nastiness behind?”

Still I licked.            

“How harmful is this in mass quantities?”

“Should I take antibiotics or something just in case?”

By the time I finished I was so pleased that I ignored the consequences.  Out of curiosity and, admittedly, a bit of fear, I looked up possible negative side effects… Oye

Anthrax

40 Calories Gained (which is not okay because I didn’t do P90X this morning! 🙂 )

Paper Cuts

“Roach Jelly”

Malpractice where mop water was used to dilute adhesive

Cockroach eggs in small cuts in my tongue

To rub it in, e-how provided me with this lovely visual:

Gag.

While some of these side effects are ridiculous, others are too realistic to completely ignore, like anthrax.  Just kidding! I’m more worried about baby roaches inside of me. I suppose I should have listened to my own advice on this one.  Lord Jesus, please don’t let me get sick!

Advice: If you don’t have 72 hours to completely redo your invitations, buy envelope seals or envelope moisteners. While I’m sure I don’t have anthrax, this morning’s activities were probably not my brightest.

On the Bright Side: The invitations are lovely and in the mail!!!!!!!  Because of the small venue size, were only able to invite family and a few close friends, but we’re super excited for each of those people to attend! Plus,  it’s finally close!!!! YAAAYYYY!

P.S. Ironically enough, my blog was rather nasty today while Jeremy’s was quite sweet (in his witty/comical way).

85 Days-Remembering the Proposal

I’m getting wedding fever.  My work day was crazy hectic, but a good hectic.  I had tons of students come in today and make decisions to better their futures and pursue their lifelong dreams.  It’s exciting to have the opportunity to be a part of that. But it’s been nonstop from the time I came in.  When I was finally able to sit down for a moment and breath I started daydreaming.

I’ve been reading engaged friends’ blogs, chatting about their countdowns, receiving wedding/marriage advice, and getting our last addresses together so that we can send out invitations.

 Then it hit me.

AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Up until, well today actually, I’ve had a hard time believing all of this was real.  It was like some big wonderful dream that I’m terrified to wake up from. 

Today, finally today it’s becoming a reality. 

After knowing each other for over ten years, dating for almost 6, and being engaged for just shy of 14 months, it’s hard to imagine that the wedding is ACTUALLY happening.  But it is, I’m marrying the man of my dreams, my best friend, and the person I admire most in this world in just 85 short days!!! Praise God!!! (Really though, praise God!!) 

I’m on my break at work right now and all I really want to do is hop in my car, pick up Jeremy from work, and make these 85 days FLY BY! :-)I’m feeling like I did the day he proposed when all those months of dreaming finally became a reality.

Want to hear that story (or read it)?

I have to begin this little tale by telling you that the week before the proposal  was one of the worst ever.  I had anxiety attacks and cried almost every day. In addition, the weather turned sour up north and I had the option of driving home at night in a torrential thunderstorm or on the ice that was sure to form the following day. I took the rainstorm and truly didn’t think I was going to make it home alive.  Jeremy had a rough week as well and on his way to my parents’ drove 45 minutes before he realized he had taken the work keys that his employees would need in his absence.  He basically added 90 uneccesary minutes to his journey and barely made it home in time to leave again so we wouldn’t miss our reservations. Someone didn’t want this proposal to happen.

On to the good stuff:

Jeremy had planned a dinner for us and asked me to dress up.  He’d purchased a little red dress for my birthday a few months prior, so I decided this would be an excellent opportunity to wear it.  Jeremy loves my hair wavy and since I had time, I made myself up.  We hadn’t had a fancy date in quite awhile.

We both came to visit my parents that weekend and when Jeremy arrived in town he took me to the Trio at the Four Seasons. It was a very romantic dinner and we were treated royally. Jeremy was especially sweet and made me feel I was the most beautiful woman alive. 

After dinner we drove to a local park and took a walk under the stars.  After a little while he asked if I wanted to dance.  (How could I refuse?)  After we had been dancing a few minutes, he spun me around, took both of my hands (with damp eyes), and dropped to one knee.  After expressing his love, excitement for what God has in store for us, and joy at the prospects of marriage, he asked to marry me and pulled a small white box from his jacket, assuring me that my father approved. 

Nedless to say, I said yes (several times!)

The whole time he was talking I thought for sure I was dreaming, but here I am 14 months later with a beautiful ring on my finger and 85 days from our wedding.

It seems life is better than any dream.

*Sorry for the poor quality, it was a cell phone picture. But I think the excitement is pretty obvious. 🙂

Day 94- I Love Mail & Correct Addresses

I don’t care if it’s a card or a huge box of wedding items, I love personal mail!  Now that the wedding is getting closer we’ve been ordering lots of items: invitations, fans, bridesmaid gifts, ring bearer pillows, flower girl baskets and more, which has meant LOTS of mail. 🙂

I think one of my favorite things about purchasing online is having the ability to track my orders. 🙂 I suppose I have another similarity to them. While I may not obsessively check my community board conversations, I DO obsessively check my order status’ on UPS, FedEx, or USPS.  I don’t judge, I don’t care who ships it as long as I can track it!

Well I have a package from David’s Bridal that was just 30 minutes from my house yesterday morning and out for delivery, YAY!!!  It claimed that it would be at the house by this evening!!!  Well, when I got to work to check the order status it had shipped to someplace called, Leon Valley, which I have NEVER heard of in my life.  WHY??? I have so anxiously awaited this package, checking its order status twice daily, it was supposed to arrive TODAY!  Now it’s out in the boondocks somewhere FAR FAR FAR away from my home. *sigh* (Please forgive me if this is your hometown, take no offense, I’m just being dramatic)

UPS notified me that: Postal code listed for the receiver is incorrect. UPS is attempting to obtain correct postal code and complete delivery. / The address has been corrected. The delivery has been rescheduled.

Incorrect? Incorrect?  I know my address, thank you.  So I looked at my receipt which conveniently does not have my address listed.  Next stop, the order confirmation email. 

There, in all its glory stands my address wrong zip code and all.

Now I’m embarrassed…

Somehow in the excitement of my order I exchanged a 6 for an 8 in my zip code and now my package is floating around in Leon Valley.

Oops.

Dear UPS person,

Please don’t hate me, I’m just super excited to get married. I suppose the thrill has made me a bit scatterbrained. I would greatly appreciate if you would still send my package to me.  

Sincerely,

AlmostaMcNair

P.S. I love you Jeremy!!! 🙂