Plannning has continued just swimmingly.

I have now hit the ten month mark from my wedding day, so I can't say "Ehhh, the wedding is a year away. We will figure it out later..."

The Boy and I took a bit of a "mini" vacation to go and visit my best friend who lives a state away. She and I went bridesmaid dress shopping and while I LOVE her ideas and agree with everything she has to say, my mother and the maid of honor~ my sister~ will completely throw a fit over what we were looking at.

So I have decided to throw my hands in the air and let the girls sort it out themselves. I am going to stay out of it. As long as the dresses are red, I dont care.

Weddings are ridiculous and over the top. I love The Boy and want to be his wife but I am ready to chuck it all and run off to the JP.

I have discovered something!!

The wedding is still being planned, full steam ahead....

It is ok, the Boy is enjoying planning much more than I am. He revels in the small details and when we have a choice to make, he always goes for the most expensive choice. Ridiculous, but I still love him.

I have recently discovered that the easiest way to make decisions regarding the wedding is to place my choices on my myspace blog and have everyone vote. It makes everything so much easier.

I did however choose my wedding dress on my own, while my Mom stood off to the side and cried tears of joy that her eldest & wildest daughter was finally settling down...

My Mom Cries. Alot.

Last week, my mother and I randomly walked into a little bridal boutique to peruse the aisles and check on prices, so that I can know what to expect when it is time to buy. I was very surprised to learn that if you want a dress to be custom made for you, it can take up to six months for the dress to even come in. From there, it can take another several months to set up the bustle and the alterations. This blew me away. I was not planning on checking out wedding dresses until I was about six months out from my wedding. Of course, this got my Mom all fired up about going wedding dress shopping this past weekend. Remember that the big day is still FOURTEEN months away.

So Saturday morning, Mom, little sister (the maid of honor, of course) and myself headed on over to the first of a multitude of bridal appointments. I had an idea of what I was wanting (a halter with a straight lined skirt, nothing frilly or fancy) Since I had absolutely no idea where to start regarding my gown, I had the attendant pull about ten different dress styles to figure out what looked best on me, although I still had my idea.

The first gown I tried on was a simple dress with a longer train. I walked out to water works pouring down my Mom's face. It was funny to me because I looked horrible in the dress and yet, my Mom could not stop crying.

I trekked back with the attendant in tow. Which, let me tell you, is one of the most embarrassing things ever. I stood around in my panties while some random girl dresses me, as those damn dresses weigh well over twenty pounds. Ridiculous. I continued on with a few more gowns, in random styles. Well, on the fifth dress, I walked out and knew immediately that it was for me. Tears started pouring down my Mom's face yest AGAIN but I couldn't stop grinning. This was the one and I could not believe that I had found it. It was completely different than I thought that I would find. The dress was strapless & bustled, very elegant and very different than what I had imagined.

After much ooohing and awwwing by my Mom and sister, I finally asked the attendant how much the gorgeous dress was. Of course, it was much more than I wanted to spend as it was a Piccione, a couture line out of Italy. So I decided to think about it and go to my next bridal appointment.

I could not handle all the drama that was surrounding the purchase of the dress, so I went back right before they closed and paid for my dress so I would not have to attend any more naked fittings where my Mom would continue to cry.

**Oh the funniest event of the whole weekend happened as I was purchasing my dress. Another girl was in the process of trying on different styles of dresses. To be honest, she did not have the cutest figure. She was kinda lumpy. Well, she walked out in a dress that gave here a really cute figure and looked really good. My Mom and I both told her she looked gorgeous and she was beaming. Her mother, a woman who was definitely in need of gastric bypass by the way, told her daughter that she "didn't like it, the dress made her look like a sausage." Of course, my Mom had to interject and tell the girl once again that she looked beautiful. The bride's mom reiterated the fact that she looked "squished" and the situation escalated back and forth, until I grabbed my Mother's hand and told her it really wasn't her business.

Planning Sucks It.

This sucks.
I am currently in the middle of trying to decide between two different locations for the wedding/reception. The Boy is pulling me one way and my mom is pulling me another. I really wish I could just give the money I have for my wedding to someone else. They can tell me when to show up in a pretty dress and get ready to party. Seriously. That would make life easier.

I have now had two emotional break downs. Yes TWO. I dont ever cry and I have now done so twice in the span of two weeks. Here are the reasons why:

My best friend (and bridesmaid) told me that she didn't feel like she should come to the wedding because her ex would be there and it would cause "drama." After lots of tears on my part and lots of yelling "We will figure it out" from her, we got through the drama. Yes, she will be a bridesmaid and No there will be no drama between her and the best man (the ex).

My second meltdown came this morning. I thought I had figured out my plan. I was going to have a wedding on a Friday night, in a garden, at dusk. Afterwards, at the reception we were going to have a cocktail party with hor d'oeuvres and a chocolate fountain with fruit. My Mom has been having a hard time with the fact that we are not getting married in a Church, which I do understand, but it is my and The Boy's wedding and not hers. To humor her, I went and visited a little Chapel this morning with her. Well, I fell in love with it and am now torn between the Garden and the Chapel. I started crying on my drive back to work. Awesome.

Someone do this for me please! I will pay you! Well that is it for now...

Bling Bling Here Comes The Ring

Ok so I was right.

The engagement actually did happen. It was a little different than I thought it would be.

He took me to a beautiful indoor garden that is in the middle of the city. It was gorgeous and I was positive that he was going to ask. Well, he didnt. I was holding his hand, which I noticed was beginning to sweat and shake. He continued to look over his shoulder every few minutes, still unsure of what he was looking for. After an hour of The Boy acting completely unlike himself, we walked out of the garden, sans ring.

We hurridly ran across the street to a hotel bar. The Boy ordered a couple of drinks and stared out the window. I slurped down my ameretto sour and wondered what the hell was running through his head. After the tab was taken care of, he grabbed my hand and said "Let's head on home." But instead of going toward his little red sports car, we veered back toward the garden. He walked very quickly to a little bridge over looking a pond with ducks, koi, and little turtles. Immediately, The Boy got down on one knee, pulled the box out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and gave him a great big hug.

We went home to tell my parents. Mom cried, Dad hugged The Boy. (Big deal= Dad is not a hugger.) Then the whole famn damily headed over to the local watering hole for a couple of celebratory drinks. Fun times all around. It only took twenty minutes for my Mom to let the inenvitable to happen....

"So.... When do we get to start planning your wedding?"

Oh no.

Let's Try This Again

Well, the weekend is quickly approaching and I am betting- double or nothing- that he will ask me on Sunday afternoon. Why Sunday afternoon, you may ask? Well, he is taking me to my favorite place, the Zoo. Growing up, I wanted to be a veterinarian as I was absolutely fascinated by animals. So needless to say, walking hand in hand with the one you love while visiting some of the coolest creatures on the planet is my idea of heaven. So there you have it. That is my prediction. However, something did happen that I feel adds a little to the story...

The other night, I was over at The Boy's house. We had gone out for a great dinner and come back to hang out and watch TV. We were in his bedroom, I was watching What About Brian (a great show- check it out) The Boy was shaving in the connecting bathroom, and thus not wearing a shirt. I was sprawled on the bed, engrossed in the TV, when The Boy said "I am sorry, I just can't wait" and pulls out a teeny, tiny little box.

At this point, a million things are running through my head, so I shout at him "Seriously? This is how you ask me?" He looked at me, stunned, put the box back behind his back and says "Just kidding." I thought that he would be embarrassed by the whole incident, but he wasn't. Afterwards, we laughed and he said "That would have been the most white trash proposal ever, I will just wait for what I have planned." We decided that we would never discuss the incident again however, I couldn't help but write it down.

I wasn't trying to make fun of him or hurt his feelings, but come on... he had his shirt off.

So Much For That

No Ring.

I was truly surprised when he never popped the question this weekend. Everytime he would grab my hand, I expected the Boy to go down on one knee. It never happened. Which is fine. I know that it will happen, he is probably just waiting for the "right time" or whatever. I consoled myself with green beer, blue jello shots, and a "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button I jacked from whomever's house we were at. I always enjoy St. Patrick's Day just a little too much.

I am not looking forward to planning the lavish wedding, but I never said that I wouldn't mind a little bling on my finger...

Not Engaged. Yet.

This weekend I am getting engaged. The Boy doesn't think I know, but my spidey sense is telling me something is off. Disclaimer here: I could be completely wrong, I guess we will have to wait until Monday to see.

I know the ring has been purchased, as the Boy was so excited that he showed it off to a few of my friends. Two of which have already confessed to me. I intercepted a phone call that I should not have and discovered that he has already asked for permission/approval from my parents, so I am just waiting at this point...

Don't take the name of my blog and think that I am reluctantly marrying the Boy, far from it. I am happy to be marrying the man that I believe was made for me. I am excited about our future and what is to come. Hell, it took me long enough to find the right one, there were plenty of casualties of war along the way. You would think that from the exterior a big, over-the-top wedding would be what I was dreaming of, being the former sorority loving, prissy, highlighted girl that I am, but that is not the case. Everyone else is wanting the over the top ridiculous charade, I am just hanging in there for the end result.