Wednesday, April 30, 2008

In case you were wondering...

Weddings are scary, scary things. But not really the actual ceremony, or even the reception. The real scary stuff happens the week before. I've been tagging along behind my mother all across this little town for 4 days now, and there are still oodles of things to do. Funny thing, it's not even my wedding. Rachel says that I can't understand how much pressure is involved in planning your own wedding, which I believe. But this leaves me with a very frightening idea.

If the things I am doing for Rachel this week are only a fraction of the things I will someday have to do, how on earth will I ever be able to plan and bring about my wn wedding? This is hard enough, and it's not anything compared to what she's been doing for MONTHS. I feel like falling asleep at 10:00 every night, something that hasn't happened to me since I was maybe 7 years old.

And tomorrow, the flowers are coming in.

This brings me to my point. All the planning and months of craziness are enough to make me swear off the whole guy thing entirely and learn the ways of the hermit. So, if anyone has any tips on life as a hobo, I'm open to your ideas.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

In the beginning...

Where to begin? My name is Beth, and I was always a small town kind of girl, until my dad got a job in the big city and we moved. Now my life consists of visting monuments and touring the White House. I used to be a ballet dancer, but I dropped that when we moved, so my schedule is more flexible than I am at the moment. Not having many obligations means that I get to do generally what I want to when I want to, like take a three week long trip to Chicago to visit my brother and his new family, which is what I'm doing at the moment. On Saturday I'll head back to Kansas for my sister's wedding. Rachel's Wedding was supposed to be small and casual, now it's just casual. In our family, there is no possibility of 'small.' There are nine kids in our immediate family alone. Which can sometimes be overwhelming.

Anyway, that's my life, in a mere 10 sentences. More to follow when I have more to say.