Thursday, November 17, 2011

Seven QUICK Takes

I'm writing these on Thursday night.

1. WE HAVE AN APARTMENT! I'm driving down to the Big City tomorrow so Scott and I can sign paperwork and stuff.

2. Which means I have to pack up all my stuff. I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH STUFF. By my senior year of college I had it down to where I could fit a semester's worth of necessities into my Malibu. So it's rather shocking that I have...a lot more stuff than that.

3. I'm also spending part of today (Thursday) and tomorrow (Friday) babysitting for a friend who's having a scheduled C-section. She had bloodwork today and has the actual C-section tomorrow. Pray for her if you think of it. (It's her fourth child and I think her third C-section.)

4. I'm trying to make a grocery list so when I'm down in the city I can buy food so Scott and I don't crash and burn right out of the starting gate in terms of our grocery budget. (If we ate out half a dozen times that would pretty much kill things. I guess you could argue that we can use up our entire November budget in the first week and then start on the December budget, but...I'd rather not.)

5. I'm still valiantly attempting to do NaNoWriMo, but falling rather behind the 2,000 words per day necessary for me to be done before the wedding. Woe.

6. While all this is going on, I am also still trying to pull together final wedding details. Of which there are legion.

7. Today is my birthday. I am 22. Is that like a real grown-up? If so, do I still have time to change my mind?

I wrote this post in seven minutes. Go me. I'll link up with Jen tomorrow.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Seven Quick Takes about visiting Scott



--- 1 ---

I drove down to Scott's house Wednesday night and just got back. Why did you go visit him in the middle of the week instead of on a weekend as usual? you ask. That is a good question, faithful reader. Except, if you were a faithful reader you would know. Let me rephrase: That is a good question, new reader. The reason I went to visit Scott in the middle of the week was so we could get a marriage license.

We have one now. Yay! I'd show it to you, but there's that pesky "identifying info" bit. A couple of funny moments:

Did you know that if you're going to the county courthouse in a major metropolitan area THERE MIGHT NOT BE FREE PARKING? I'm way spoiled by living in the boonies. Fortunately the parking meter took small change and Scott and I scraped together enough dimes and nickels to get about an hour and a half of parking. (There were 42 minutes left when we got back; I proclaimed those a gift to the person who parked there after us.)

Scott had to put down his mother's maiden name. (He was aware of this going in.) But then I had to correct his spelling (fortunately, his mother's name on Facebook is First Maiden Last, all spelled out). Then when the clerk (who was a very nice man) was going through all the names confirming the spelling thereof, when he got to Mrs. Cobbler's maiden name Scott looked at me to confirm that it was spelled correctly. I should probably just embrace my position as person who knows everything about everyone. (Also known as Creepy Stalker.)

--- 2 ---

While I was writing that last take, my mom told me to check my registry. A certain person who shall remain nameless (but I know who it is, thanks to Amazon...) just got us SIX THINGS off of our registry.

If people keep doing this kind of thing I'm going to have to put more stuff on there...

--- 3 ---

I think I mentioned at one point that my stock thank-you for cash gifts was going to mention the Big Comfy Chair Fund.

Well, a certain Mrs. W. (who happens to be the person who hosted my bridal shower) was asking my mom if Scott and I needed any furniture, because she goes garage sale-ing a lot and could keep an eye out for good bargains. So my mom mentioned our desire for a Big Comfy Chair and Mrs. W said that one of her friends is getting rid of a recliner to make room for a new one. So now we're apparently getting a recliner for free; we just need to go pick it up at some point.

--- 4 ---

Scott and I also looked at two apartments yesterday. I can't really give details, so I'll relate a random anecdote instead.

When we were looking at one of the apartments, the lady who was showing us around asked if we were currently living together.

Me: "No, but we're getting married in two weeks."

Does that count as taking a stand for traditional values? I'm a nonconfrontational troglodyte so I don't get very many evangelization opportunities.

--- 5 ---

This isn't related to anything, but today Youngest Younger brother got up at 7 a.m. to make everyone pancakes. For no particular reason. Also, the getting up at 7 (except under duress) is quite contrary to the usual habits of the Cobbler family; YYB did it because he knew people had to be out and about early.

Yes, I DO want to squeeze his cheeks or something just about every time I'm over there. I have a feeling a gangly teenager would not appreciate that, though, so I restrain myself.

(I don't get the "SOOO cute!" reaction with MYB or EYB. Maybe because YYB was the only one who was still little when I met them all. Or maybe there's some kind of cute threshhold that gets crossed when you're less than 7 years younger than I am.)

--- 6 ---

At one point, The Only Sister was giving me hugs and happily proclaiming me "future sister-in-law!" That prompted me to remark that it's entirely possible she's the only sister-in-law I'll ever have. Scott pointed out that I could count his brothers' wives, and I said they don't count for the purposes of that discussion. So then EYB said that if we don't count them it's guaranteed I won't ever have any sisters-in-law other than TOS. Scott, who of course knew what I was thinking, said that maybe my parents will adopt a little boy and then he'll get married someday, in which case I'd have another sister-in-law.

Then we got onto the subject of priests, I think because TOS told her mother that if all the boys get married then the girls will finally outnumber the boys. And Mrs. Cobbler said she still had hope that one of the boys would become a priest. (She's 0 for 3 at the moment, but she's still got three chances.) So then I was telling Scott how my life plan is to have a whole bunch of boys (I didn't specify, but by a whole bunch I mean something like 6-8) and that way I can sort of generally proclaim that I want one of them to grow up to be a priest without putting undue psychological pressure on any one of them. But if we have all girls we can be like The Little Flower's parents. (I don't have a plan for what happens if we have only one or two boys.) That segued into a discussion about whether gender distribution is genetic (i.e. Mrs. Cobbler said that we're likely to have a fair number of boys since the Cobbler family in general is predominantly male). And then we just started watching videos of Kermit the Frog on YouTube.

--- 7 ---

We're really starting to get to the point where there aren't a lot of things to do. Mari has promised that my dress will arrive tomorrow (she had estimated today, but I'm betting the whole Veteran's Day thing threw off her estimate). Scott and I ordered wedding bands which should arrive late next week. We'll hopefully get accepted to this one apartment and be able to move next weekend. Etc.

Random ending note unrelated to everything else: Next Thursday is my birthday! I'm excited.

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Friday, November 4, 2011

There is nothing in my brain but wedding planning, so that's what you get



--- 1 ---

We still have about 40 people (out of 200 and change) unaccounted for as far as RSVPs. (We're missing more RSVP cards than the 20 or so belonging to those people, but I stopped begrudging people Facebook RSVPs at some point this past week.) That's pretty abysmal, even if it is better than EIGHTY-THREE. Oh well. Too bad for those people. If they decide to come after all, they just won't get any food, and they'll have no one to blame but themselves.

--- 2 ---

Relatedly, today I phoned the cake baker and gave her a final head count and we calculated what the total charge would be and I sent her a check. (Except the mail had already come, so my mom ran it to the post office on the way to another errand.)

I also emailed the caterer the final head count and a few final-detail questions. Hopefully she'll get back to me promptly and there will be no headaches involved.

(I also called the reception hall and got everything squared away there. I am so proud of myself today.)

--- 3 ---

My godmother is my new favorite person, because she took care of all the flowers and there were no headaches for me AT ALL.

I am getting a bouquet with 18 pink-edged roses and a fair bit of greenery. The bridesmaids are getting a similar thing but with 12 roses. Mary (you know, the Mother of God Mary) is getting a similar thing with 6 roses. I was not so much a fan of that, but I'm also getting an extra throwing bouquet. Since I'm not throwing a bouquet (really, does anyone actually LIKE that tradition?), I think Mary is going to get that one too. Then she will not have fewer flowers than anybody else.

There will also be two vases of flowers to go on either side of the tabernacle; I forget what those are supposed to look like.

The moms and my grandma are getting corsages with white roses. Apparently the pink-edged roses are too big to make good corsages.

The guys are getting bout...bout...those things that pin to their lapels. I don't know if the roses will be white or pink-edged white. I wouldn't care either way except that I went to a lot of trouble to make sure the guys wouldn't be offended by anything vaguely pinkish touching their person. (Report: Middle Younger Brother likes wearing pink, because he's a rebel. :) The other brothers don't care.) Funny story: My godmother called my mother and said that she had counted wrong because weren't there supposed to be four groomsmen? And then my mom explained again that we're being uneven and there are actually only three groomsmen. Godmother: "Oh well. You'll have an extra in case one breaks or something."

Also, I didn't like the one flower girl basket that was displayed on the florist's website. (It had a little too much greenery. Greenery is the kind of thing that should be done in moderation.) So the florist is giving her something bigger than the one pictured. I am a little vague on what it's going to look like, but Teresa is probably going to have a blast whacking...er, carrying it serenely down the aisle.

--- 4 ---

WE HAVE VOCALISTS NOW! I can't believe I almost forgot that one. It is immensely relieving to no longer be periodically panicking about what's going to happen if there's no one there to sing.

(They're two guys Scott and I know from Franciscan.)

--- 5 ---

Mari promises that my dress will ship on Monday. Meanwhile, I have my godmother's veil and as I write this my mom is out buying me a tiara, to replace the one we bought last Saturday that got tragically, accidentally stepped on by a certain 50-pound person who shall remain nameless. So I won't have to get married in my nightgown or anything.

--- 6 ---

Some things that still need to be done: 1) Choosing a reader/readers for the Mass. I am not worried about this. Reading is not a specialized skill like singing. (This is where any friends who are trained lectors will come out and kill me.) 2) Compiling a playlist for the iPod. Yes, we're going super classy with the reception music. (Melanie can come out of the woodwork now and say that's totally classy. Also, I just showed my stalker colors by knowing such a random fact about somebody I've never met.) We've made some progress there; my dad sent me a list of about 93 suggestions the other day. 3) Get a marriage license. (This is on the calendar for next week. It's complicated by the fact that Scott and I have to be in the same place at the same time ON A WEEKDAY. Silly probate court needs to have weekend hours.) 4) Get wedding bands. We're almost done deciding this one.

The real list is even longer than that, but I won't bore you with the rest.

--- 7 ---

I'm doing NaNoWriMo. See? This relates to the wedding because at one point this week my ability to singlehandedly make that little blue bar grow was the only thing standing between me and a total Bridezilla meltdown. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Stress relief is important.

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