My dear friend Celena just pointed out to me it has been almost a month since my last entry. Seriously? I mean, I get busy but I'm not THAT busy! I apologize. I forget there are actually some of you out there hanging on my every word, waiting with breathless anticipation to see what happens NEXT in the exciting story of my impending nuptials.
I guess I was taking a much needed breather from the flurry of activity that surrounded the whole "gotta find a place" thing. I am watching my friend Betsy got through it right now because she just got engaged to her boyfriend Brian (YEAH! We all approve), and she is exhausted after 1 week trying to find the perfect locale for their ceremony. I have been exhausted just hearing about it! I have done what I can to pass on the wisdom I have gained from my own experience, including suggesting she have it where we are. But she wants to be original, and I can't say I blame her.
Anyway, I don't want you to think that I haven't been thinking about the blog. I have! I even have a post it note next to my keyboard with notes for entries. They contain such intriguing phrases as; "salad," "minister," dress disaster," "the list," and "gifts". Don't those all sound like they will make for amazing blog entries?! Not to mention my personal favorite at this point, "honeymoon"!
OK, I am going to recommit myself to my blog. Despite the fact that I have been enjoying this break from wedding stress, it's been creeping back in. I just said to Grant yesterday that I would like us to make a date to discuss wedding stuff. He asked "What stuff?" I could only respond that I wasn't sure, but there HAD to be someting we were supposed to be doing at this point! So we have a date this Thursday, after he gets home from rugby practice.
Here's one little tidbit I can share. Grant had previously retired from rugby. Partly because he broke his arm last year, and partly just because he wanted to go out while he was on top (well, at least not a burden to the team). But he recently played in a game with his team's rivals, Orsu (where do they get these names?). I went to watch this Saturday and I can tell you, it is a completely different experience to watch your fiance play rugby vs. your boyfriend. This is a very rough and tumble sort, pretty much the worst there is because there are no pads. Every time I saw Grant tackled or fall underneath a bunch of burly rugby bodies I couldn't stop myself from wincing. Worst of all was when I saw him get a particularly painful hit to the head and I screamed out "NOT THE FACE!"
Here's one little tidbit I can share. Grant had previously retired from rugby. Partly because he broke his arm last year, and partly just because he wanted to go out while he was on top (well, at least not a burden to the team). But he recently played in a game with his team's rivals, Orsu (where do they get these names?). I went to watch this Saturday and I can tell you, it is a completely different experience to watch your fiance play rugby vs. your boyfriend. This is a very rough and tumble sort, pretty much the worst there is because there are no pads. Every time I saw Grant tackled or fall underneath a bunch of burly rugby bodies I couldn't stop myself from wincing. Worst of all was when I saw him get a particularly painful hit to the head and I screamed out "NOT THE FACE!"
There will definitely be no rugby in the month before the wedding!
More to follow tomorrow. I promise!
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