Update for the ages

So in all my excitement about my new camera (squeal) I forgot to write about the meeting with the Officiant on Sunday.

After taking the most complicated route EVER to Herndon, we found the Panera where we were going to be meeting him. Of course, boyface wanted to get something to eat. I was too nervous to eat anything (I get very anxious when it comes to 'new.' This comes out most predominantly when meeting new people. Also see new places, new restaurants, and new 'things.' Not that it ever stops me, but it makes me kind of sick to my stomach and fidgety and I do that nervous laughter that makes people stare at me and wonder what psychological disorder I've been recently diagnosed with... but I get through! If I didn't, I wouldn't have a month in Egypt, several trips to Philadelphia, an Art History Degree, 5 tattoos, or an engagement ring...) While we were ordering, we were approached by the Officiant. I figured he'd know it was us. Yes, I am so guilty of toting my wedding planner with me EVERYWHERE so I'm pretty easy to spot.

He endeared himself to us very quickly. Hockey talk usually gets us going. 5 points for potential officiant!

We told our story... talked about what we wanted... mentioned Taoism... he started in about chimes and Eastern ceremonies. That all didn't matter... what is more important is that he was easy to talk to, willing to work with us to do what we wanted, and he told me that he had once told a bride's father to shut up and get back in line. This, I like.

So, that is over with. Pressure off. Now we just have to get the money together... ya know, this century and all.

Last night, mom and I worked on some bouquets. I have to get the pictures off my (NEW!) camera so I will post those later on.

We've hit a little hiccup with my dad that I don't even want to talk about. No matter how anonymous I feel this blog may be... putting my complaining on the internet is not exactly what I call safe. So let's just say... it's a little hiccup... and just causes more grief because I'm a child of divorce who reacts to divorce hiccups as such. I'm terrified of involvement outside of those that... have my best interests at heart. That sounds terrible but, let's remind ourselves, this is my wedding. Shouldn't it be mostly in my best interest? And Mr. Boyface's?

I dunno... like I said... don't really want to go into detail. Just know that, no matter how 'friendly' your divorce may be, it does effect everything your kids experience in life even after they've 'gotten over it.' There are times that it would be nicer and, frankly, easier if I had a 'normal' family. But this is the hand I've been dealt and I've got to play it to the best of my ability... and hope to A) Make the best of it and B) give my kids the best I can.

Over-use of 'half quotes'... FTW

Right? Right.

I'm off my soap box now... Sorry if this post is a little wonky. I'm on allergy meds for the first time in my life and my coffee is making me feel a little toasty (not that toasty is a bad thing). And just... wrapping my brain around some things.

Forecast:

Bouquet pics

Cake this Sunday WOOTY!

Happy Friday!
-Bo.J.