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.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

:) I thought wedding planning was great fun!

DP said...

I have an uncle who is a hermit (long beard, bib-overalls and all!). I'd be glad to put you in contact with him.

MagenRanae said...

Beth - you'll love planning your wedding. Not everyone is totally against it like Rachel! :)

I think that week was so stressful for you because you wanted it to be perfect for Rachel, and it's hard to consider what someone else will like.

No worrying allowed.

Matt said...

I must respectfully disagree with Magen. I think you should worry yourself sick from now until you're too old and tired to find true love. Now THAT'S a plan!

Grace said...

Go to Vegas. I don't think NOT finding a boy is a possibility for you, but if you're determined... then I'd go with Dale's idea. His name's Uncle Tim. Although he lives less than a mile from my Grandma, I haven't seen him in three-four years. THAT was only because he was walking on a sidewalk in Newton while we drove by.