4 Days!

Holy crap. I'm getting married in four days!! How ridiculous is that? Thirteen months ago I wasn't engaged. Twenty-three months ago I had never even met this guy. And now, in four days, we are getting married! I've got the dress. We just met with our DJ. Flowers are being delivered tomorrow (they are a DIY project--I'll let you know how that turns out). Everything big is in place. But my house is a train wreck and my seating chart has been shot to hell by family members backing out at the last minute. What's up with that? Still a lot to do and a narrowing window of time to do it. So, I'll catch ya on the flip side, once I'm a 'Mrs.'

Going out Golfing

Since the engagement my Dad has been wanting to host a wedding golf tournament. It's what he does and he thought it only appropriate to have golf involved in this time of celebration. And Saturday it is finally happening! It's a little more of a golf outing, or even small group event, than tournament, but we get to play at Queenstown, go out for dinner afterward, and there's been talk of a 'golf goodie bag.' Yeah! Today I got an email from him. "Well, this might seriously ruin the Emily & Michael golf outing," he said. And then he posted this link. http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2011/05/18/tick-tock-goes-the-doomsday-clock/?hpt=C2
Funny, in the wedding planning craziness, I somehow missed this story. I had no idea! All I have to say is, if I spent the last 12 months scheming and planning and spending obscene amounts of time, energy and money to plan the best wedding ever, and the world ends before I get to enjoy it...then God's gonna have one PO'd bride on his hands.

I went to Wendy's yesterday. I am trying to be good, but running errands went longer than anticipated, I was hungry and I knew with the amount of work waiting back at the house I wouldn't take time to make an appropriate lunch. I got suckered in. Plus, I was recently introduced to their spicy chicken sandwich, and it was calling my name. I had the best of intentions. One chicken sandwich, one bottle of water, no fries...not too bad of a compromise, right? Then I got to the menu. One chicken sandwich: $4.69. One chicken sandwich value meal $6.29. A measly $1.60 difference. It would almost cost me more to NOT get fries. So, what did I do? I got the fries. Maybe it was the bargain hunter in me, but most likely it was just an excuse to order more than I had planned. That's what is wrong with today's society. Fast food is more expensive than healthy food. The drive through windows call you. And then words like "super-sized" and "value" meal sucker you into ordering more food than you wanted, more food than you needed, and definitely more calories than could possibly be good for you. And you don't even get out of your car to do it. No trek across the parking lot, no exertion at all, basically, no movement to help burn even a fraction of the calories.

Update

I don't have time to blog anymore. I know you miss me. I'll try to come back sometime in the next century. Thanks for reading...That's all folks!

The other night I drove a stick shift! On the highway! Three different men in two different vehicles have attempted to teach me to drive a manual. And so far I have driven on the highway a grand total of once. I am the worst ever at working a clutch. I have been 'learning' for years now, but my feet and my mind fail to work together.

Dudes have this hand motion they use to teach driving stick, where they explain how you have to give a little on the gas (while pressing their right hands toward the ground) while letting go a little on the clutch (here their left hands pop up). It must make sense to them because all three have said the exact same thing with the exact same gesture. Problem is they are wrong. Or not wrong, but just simplifying things a bit too much. My mind doesn't work like this. If it was as easy as giving a little and going a little I would have mastered this nonsense years ago. But, alas, it is not quite so equally proportionate, and finding that magic balance continues to elude me.

In theory I know how to drive a stick. In my head, I can do it confidently. But behind the wheel (especially if there is another car behind me) I can't get my feet to do what my mind tells them. It is quite frustrating. I am a rather quick learner when it comes to all other things. Granted, it's not like I have been practicing frequently for all these years. Until recently, I could count on one hand (probably about half a hand) the number of times I had been behind the wheel of a manual transmission. But, I have have decided this is the year. This is the year I am going to learn. Or maybe I should say master. I am reasonably confident that, in the case of an emergency, I could get from point A to point B without injuring anybody. I am not equally confident that I wouldn't injure any cars. Sneak up behind me too close, on the slightest incline and I just may roll back into you. Or else get so freaked thinking about rolling into you, that I instead overcompensate and go squealing through the intersection at high speeds, burning rubber in the process. Don't laugh. It's happened.