So many channels, so little to see.

I'm sorry if I sounded whiny in my last post, I wasn't trying to. I was just...severely stressed. If i sit and think too long, I'll get that way again. So I'm not going to do that. I am going to take some pain meds and crawl into bed and have a little fun tomorrow- hopefully. We have a rather full schedule ahead of us: we're supposed to go look at tuxedos and take my dress to the alterations person, and we have a bunch of errands to run. The longer I stay upright, though, the worse my back hurts. Did I mention I'm having back issues? I am. I think that too much tension built up after my little fender bender with the school bus, and with my back being weird anyway (because of the rods), it just became too much. My doctor said that they're going to send me to physical therapy, which isn't so bad. Maybe I will feel even better than I have been in the past. Hopefully things improve soon, though. I missed school all last week because of it, which is bad, and it's hard sitting up to do my schoolwork (makeup work) which is also bad. Alas and alack. What does that even mean.
My shower is this weekend, so hopefully I will be back some other time to post about it. With pictures.

Wedding things.

Ok, I am going to do a brief wedding post. Because it is something I have been thinking about lately. I don't think I talk about it too much because...I don't know. I guess I have a couple of reasons. I've been engaged for a long time so in some ways, the excitement part (telling everyone, etc.) has sort of died down. Plus weddings are expensive and stressful, and I don't like to dwell on those parts, but somehow whenever I get to talking too much about them, that always pops up. And the important part of the whole ordeal isn't the "wedding", which is short and followed by a party, but the "marriage". Which, at this point, is what I am more excited about. But I digress.
I am getting married on January 2nd. I like winter. I do not like summer. I thought about getting married in the spring, but so many things are happening then- my brother's high school graduation, my college graduation (which isn't going to happen on time now, but whatever), AND a wedding? Too much. Fall would be nice, but that would mean even MORE waiting. So we went with January. Because like I said, I like winter. And Brandon doesn't mind.
Winters in my state are rather unpredictable. It's not often that we get tons of snow. It can get really cold, but it never seems to snow at the right time. We hardly ever have "white Christmases". Last year we had an ice storm for some reason. And whenever it DOES start to snow, or snow is forecasted, people freak out a little bit because with our unpredictable weather, promise of half an inch of snow can suddenly turn into six inches of snow topped with ice. It's pretty lame. My point of this whole story is, I didn't really think about the weather when we were picking this date for our wedding. I don't think we'll get a big time snow, because we hardly ever do. But now certain people are talking about how some meteorologist has said that the conditions are right for us to have a winter like we did one year in the seventies, and that was the worst winter ever. Or I hear jokes like "you could have a luau themed wedding! Because wouldn't that be hilarious." Some people have actually made faces after receiving my answer to their question about when the wedding is, and rather bluntly ask "why?" It's annoying and sometimes a little hurtful. I don't like being made to feel like I'm making the wrong decision with anything. So sometimes I get a little upset when someone makes a face like I just told them I'm wearing a brown dress covered with orange puffballs.
And, just to add an extra element of excitement to the whole affair, there is a basketball game on TV that day. Not just any basketball game, but the game between one of the biggest college rivals in the country. Trust me. It's a big deal here. It's pretty dumb. I have reason to be mildly concerned that this game will have a little too much importance in the minds of certain members of the wedding party (like...the groom) on that day. On top of thinking no one (or hardly anyone) is going to come to my wedding because of some freakish snowstorm, now I've almost got myself convinced that people are going to bring little radios to the reception or watch the game on their iPhones (can you do that?) and be shouting things like they do when they watch the game at home. Or in a restaurant. Or anywhere else.

I'm pretty sure that I might be blowing things out of proportion, but like I said, it doesn't help when people you don't even know are looking horrified and pretty much criticizing you over your choice of wedding date. Oh, and the reception is going to be pretty short. We wanted an afternoon wedding, and we wanted the reception at church, so for our time slot, there is not all that much time. Wedding's at one, will be over around 1:45 or 2, then we have pictures to take, and we have to be out of the fellowship hall by 4:30. We aren't having dancing or anything- it's just a food-filled get together to say thanks to everyone for coming to our wedding and wishing us well (similar to the birthday parties I throw for myself- everyone get together and eat!) and it's not even a meal, because it's the middle of the afternoon. I don't think it will take some crazy long time. But I have heard many a comment along the lines of "where are we going after that?" Um...nowhere. You are on your own, pal. It's a wedding reception, not a gala. Not a soiree. Not dinner theater. Sorry. I have been to many weddings in my life, and only the most recent two or three have had dancing. Almost all the wedding I have ever been to have had receptions like mine. It is not that incomprehensible to me. But sometimes it does hurt my feelings when people make remarks like that.
I guess I just need to get over it and learn to ignore them, huh? Well, let me tell you something. It's getting harder and harder. For every ten comments I get about the wedding, two are excitement and happiness, three or four are " I promise not to get drunk....wait, no alcohol?....no dancing either??........hmm." And the rest are "ew, winter." Yeah. I have heard an "ew". I've also heard "oh, I would never get married there. The chapel is so ugly." So....yeah.
I think I'm done ranting for the day.

{Insert "Wheels on the Bus" parody here}

I got hit by a school bus this morning! Or "bumped", as Brandon says. I was sitting at a light, minding my own business, and there was a *BOOM*! and my car lurched a bit and I was like, I think I just got hit. So when the light turned green I drove across the street to Putt-Putt and parked, and the school bus lady did, too, and got out and said she was really sorry, her foot slipped (because some bad kid was causing problems). So...her foot wasn't even on the gas, and it was loud and...lurch-y. I figure it would have been a lot worse if she was accelerating, and also if I hadn't had my foot on the break I definitely would have been pushed out into traffic. And it's a good thing that school buses have that metal bar in front of their bumper- that absorbs a lot of the impact. So I have some scratches on the back of my car and one side of my bumper is drooping slightly. After about fifteen minutes or so a very friendly police man showed up, and a few minutes after that two representatives of the school system came to make sure everything was being handled properly, and then they yelled at the kids on the bus for a while. That was nice. They totally deserved it. And then my pappaw and uncle showed up and stood around in the cold drizzle with me while everything was finished up. The whole affair took about an hour. It could have been a lot worse. I mean, a big yellow school bus versus my little escort....I think I know who would win that one. There wasn't a single nick on the bus (duh- the officer laughed and seemed a little surprised!)
Anyway. That certainly made an interesting start to my day. I left the house pretty early to go spend time with Brandon and I ended up getting there late. When I called him to ask him to call mom and tell her I got hit by a bus, for half a second it sounded like he didn't believe me. It was like, "Hey, do me a favor and call mom I got rear-ended by a school bus." "What?" "A school bus. I have to go- please call her. " "A schoolbus (with a note of disbelieving)." "Yes, ok, just call her." I think that's pretty funny.

Weekend Update (not the skit)

Time is flying by! We are already halfway through October. When I worked yesterday, all the books that were checked out had due dates in NOVEMBER. What is up with that.
And there is still so much to do. Ugh.
We still have to find someone to make the cake. I have some leads, but...yeah. Same with food. And we're on a waiting list for an apartment, which is good, but the bad thing is...we're on a waiting list. For the apartment. We kind of need a place to live. Please pray that the perfect place will open up for us at the perfect time- preferably not the week before the wedding, but not so early that we have to pay an extra month or whatever in rent even though Brandon's not planning on staying there that often. That would be lame.
I have my first bridal shower next weekend. It's a little early, but December is such a busy month, and November really didn't work out. Some people have baby showers two months before their kid is born, so it's ok to have a bridal shower two months early. I assume. Having never had one before, I'm kind of winging it here. Still, it's exciting. Yay.
And...Brandon's family came over for dinner the other day. That was pretty neat. They'd never met mom before because she never went to any of Brandon's basketball games. I think we had a nice time. I made pies. Dad made spaghetti. A fun time was had by all. I assume.
Let's see....what else....hmm. I can't think of anything right now, even though I know I totally had some other things I wanted to mention. Now I can't remember them. Oh well. I'm sure I'll be back to update in another few weeks or so.