Oh Em Gee Itza Weddin', Yo!

I had a lovely weekend. It was the least amount of driving I've done in quite some time, which was nice especially because gas went up to $3.49/gal (ridonkulous!!!!).

Saturday was spent at a Pampered Chef party with ladies from work, which was a great amount of fun and lots of super-dee-duper great food! And I've decided that some of my registry will be through Pampered Chef. It's absolutely worth it, especially since a lot of the stuff they sell isn't sold anywhere else. It also helped because my younger sister is getting married in May and her bridal shower is on the 27th and, as the maid of honor, I needed to get her some kind of kick butt gift. Thanks in advance, Pampered Chef! I won't tell what I got her, since she might read this and I want it to be a surprise.

On Sunday I got to go to church downtown where I've gone almost every other weekend I spent in town. While there I not only signed up to be a tutor for a program the church will be doing to help out the local school but I also met some new people and got to chill for a little while before hiking it up to Columbus. Back at my birthday my sister and brother in-law gave me a gift card for a chain of super expensive really nice restaurants in Columbus. The cheapest place is called Cap City Diner, and its cheapest thing is somewhere around $7. Johnny and I decided to meet up for lunch and make use of this $40 gift card.

Now I will tell you the beauty of this diner: the portions are so huge that we had to share, so dinner cost significantly less than anticipated and I still have quite a bit left to use at a future date on that card! Score!

After this Johnny and I went over to see Erin and Derrick (sis and bro in-law) because, now that Mom is gone, I need some serious help with my wedding planning and Erin is my go to, seeing as how she has already been there done that. So our evening was spent going down a list writing to-dos and now I have a bunch of emails to write, websites to check out, decisions to make, etc. Doing all of this mixed with knowing that next weekend would be spent in premarital counseling hit me like a water balloon:

Holy Crap I'm getting married.

And not only am I getting married, I'm marrying that guy over there. A guy I've known for years and often believed was too good for me. I had so many moments of "I'm marrying Johnny Cross" it was ridiculous. You'd think the rock on my finger and four and a half months of engagement would have told me this long ago, but it wasn't until plans started really truly happening that it occurred to me I wasn't dreaming anymore.

So in the midst of all the planning and mayhem that will slowly begin occurring over the next six months I will be standing there staring gooey-eyed at him. The him most girls spend their lives waiting for, the knight in shining armor, the dream come true. You know, him!

***tangent: writing that sentence, the word "him" look super strange all of a sudden...***

So here I sit in my too-warm apartment after running and eating dinner and watching a movie, all by my lonesome, looking forward to the day when it won't be just me anymore. I'll not be lonely anymore, whether I want to be or not *wink*. 


Anyway, planning is underway. We have a location for the wedding, the reception, and the honeymoon. Deposits must be put down on all three. My sister is making my dress, two of three groomsmen have been selected, all the bridesmaids have their dresses, I've contacted a photographer, a friend is doing our engagement photos, I have a meet about the cake this weekend... It's all coming together, slowly but surely. My mind is full of lists, a notebook is full of lists, and somehow all of these lists will becoming a wedding. MY wedding. Technically, OUR wedding.

Insanity.