Remember that time when I wished something exciting would happen in my life so I would have some good blogging content? Well something exciting happened, and I'm still a terrible blogger. So I'm going to "update" you all and confess a few things, since it's been waayyyy to loong since I've done that.
.....I had a conversation with my mom and a friend about passing gas (aka farting) and it really grosses them out and their bodies were somehow blessed by the hand of God Himself because they just don't "have to do it" and I'm over here like, excuse me while I roll down the window because I have to fart at least 10 times a day.
...When we chose the date for our wedding, we had exactly 64 days to plan. As of today there are 59 days until my wedding. Yes, you read that right. FIFTY NINE DAYS. Surprisingly, I don't feel too overwhelmed (yet) and I actually feel like I have most of the important stuff accomplished. I've booked the venue, talked to my coordinator/catorer, bought a dress + had it fitted, ordered wedding shoes, picked my bridesmaids, chose a wedding hashtag (#ParkerShenanigans14) and scheduled my bachelorette party (<---- most important).
...Trying on wedding dresses was HELL. I don't see how people think this is fun. I probably put 25-30 dresses on, even though I found the dress I wanted somewhere in the middle. There's just something about knowing that there are so many more options out there, you feel like you have to make sure there isn't a better one. Everyone kept saying "ooohh that looks SO GOOD on you" and I just wanted to be like "everything looks good on me because I'm an effing beauty queen" but I held my tongue.
....I'm writing this instead of running/biking like I am supposed to be. Whoops.
...I told a co-worker that I would make two pecan pies for another coworker's going away party and I really don't want to and I'm debating on just buying some from the store and hoping no one would tell the difference.
...my future MIL keeps adding to my guest list. The guest list that is already 17 people over the maximum amount of people I said I wanted it. Every time I get a text that says "Oh I forgot about so and so" a fit of rage comes over me and I nearly break/throw whatever is in my hand at the time.
...I don't have any pictures for you because the only pictures I have are wedding related (my dress and my venue) and I'm not ready to share those just yet.