Recently in Marriage Category
Dan is a wonderful man. No only is he caring, and loving and ever so good to me, he's also very intelligent. He knows so much about tech. He's always working on something: upgrading the server, rebuilding a box, working the still unfinished "new" site design. Apparently, a few months ago, he did the coolest thing - he set up a household wiki for us... and forgot to tell me... until today.
No, I'm not gonna link! I know you people!
did I mention that wiki is a cool word?
wikiwikiwikiwikiwikiwikiwikiwikiwiki....
Stealing a title from my husband...
It's a week later. It still hasn't all processed yet. I still wake up in the morning, excited becuase we're married now. I've put Dan on my insurance, bank account, sent off for a new SS card, and will get a new DL on Monday, and it still feels new.
When we were engaged, it was hard not to call Dan "my husband." It just felt natural. Now, I can legally say so, yet it feels all sparkly. And I still have to catch myself and sign my name correctly, "Thill." Luckily, I can usually do so at the first letter..
Despite both of us being sick, this has been the best week of my life. Not only becuase we didn't go to work, but just to be able to spend all the time we want, together. We even managed to watch a movie.
So how does it feel to be married?
Like "us."
:)
One thing I'm learning about marriage, if it's not one of you, it's the other . Dan is in STL at his bachelor party. No, I'm not worried about strippers, Eric is crazy, but not that crazy. I just can't sleep without him here. Or maybe it's all the wine I drank at my bachelorette party. (Yes, drinking is supposed to make you sleep, it makes me NOT sleep. Go figure.) And no, we didn't have strippers either. :)
So far I've woken up with a dream that I drove the Jeep (filled with all our wedding presents) into a ditch. Just like the truck I saw on my way to the party. When you live in an area without a storm sewer system, everyone has a large ditch running through the front yard, for the purpose of funneling rainwater towards a culvert. (not that this system necessarily works in a flat area, like most of AL) Anyway, this necessitates everyones driveway having a "bridge" over the ditch. Well, some guy in a white F-150 just dropped his front tire completely off his bridge, about halfway across the axel. I drove by as he was probably in the house calling a tow truck, only seeing the truck at a precarious angle. The joys of living in the county.
I've also woken up with the huge fear that UPS left a wedding present on the porch and it's frozen and cracked. A quick trip to the front door dispelled that fear. Though, I'm sure it will happen sometime in the next 2 weeks.
I guess it's time to game for a bit, or write a really random blog entry, because I don't think I'll be going back to sleep anytime soon.
Warning! Smushiness ahead! You'll probably get sick from reading this, but I feel that I have to say something positive. This is the best I could do. :)
I am the luckiest woman on earth.
Background: I quit my job last week (working out the 2 weeks only because I owe the company educational $); I'm planning a January wedding; and oh, is it the holidays already? Right, "stressed" was somewhere back in July...
I came home late last night. Dan came out to meet me and helped unload the Jeep. All the Christmas lights were on, candles lit all over the house, slow jazz playing in the background. The table was set, wine already chilled, and dinner warming in the oven. We had a nice dinner, played our LotGD rounds, and went to bed early. And this is about the 5th-6th time he's done this.
I love you honey!
You may now proceed to the bathroom... :)
A warning to all people who try and do other things (talk, watch TV etc) while folding laundry...
Oof!
Honey? What's wrong?!
I just hit myself, in the genital region.
How did you do that?!?
Trying to turn your shirt right-side out, yeah, I just whacked myself. And my pants aren't very thick so yeah, I felt it.
As bad as I felt for him, that's damn funny.
So, you're getting married. Well, unless you want tons of porcelain candlesitcks, picture frames and 4 toasters you'll need to create a wedding registry. Most stores provide this service free, including online access. There is a reason the online service exists, use it!
When you finally find someone in a store to help you create your wedding registry, you will be asked to fill out a lot of paperwork; auto-fill can do this much faster. You will then listen to a set of speeches; much easier to skip when viewed as text. You and your fiancee, partner, whatever, will then be handed a scan gun with the intent to browse the store at your leisure, scanning items you like. Most barcodes cannot be read by this scanner, forcing you to enter a 9 digit SKU by hand, once for each of the 6 placemants you wish to add to your registry. But, this is all given that you can even locate a barcode or SKU number for the item you desire. You will then return the scan gun, if you can re-locate someone to help you, and recieve a 10 page list of all the stuff you just spent the last 2 hours attempting to scan. At this point, you will probably realize that the database selected the "pink" placemats, when you really wanted "taupe" and will need to change this. Never fear! Simply log in to the store site, open your wedding registy, enter your password and edit away! If the item you're trying to edit is even part of the store online inventory. Most items you will desire are only sold in stores.
In summary, just forget it. Go to Vegas!
Not that ranting about weddings is a new thing around here, but I've never had the opportunity to be planning my own before. This has brought about an entirely different perspective. Not only seeing how I actually end up planning my own wedding, but also in other peoples perception of my wedding.
Being female, I have "planned" my wedding many times, starting at about age 5. Those plans mainly consisted of "wear foufy white dress." As my conceptual development progressed other items were added to the list; bridesmaids dresses, flowers, music, locations. In my limited view of the world, I thought I had most things already decided, and things would be greatly simplified when the time came to actually carry out the plans. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!! Right. For any of you who have already gone through this, you can stop reading now. :)
So, the man of my dreams finally just falls out of the blogosphere into reality. I am engaged and have 6 months to fully plan and execute a traditional wedding. A daunting task, but not unlike pulling a show off in 2 months flat. I take along my trusty crew of bridesmaids, and those I would have asked to be bridesmaids if we were having more than 2 attendants each. Wedding dress, girls dresses. Done, 2 hours. Ditch girls, pick up Dan. Ring shopping. Done, 3 hours. Venue. Done, 4-5 hours. Catering. Done, 5-6 hours. Cake. What? There are 8 million different combinations we have to pick from, with samples? Done, 3 days. Invitations, ACK! Oh, I have to have a quest book too? Dammit, now I have to find another person and get them a flower too! Tuxes, wedding party yes, families, no. What? My dad WANTS to wear a tux? Dammit! Another 2 tuxes to keep track of! What? we need to have a ceremony longer than 5 mins? Ack! Ugh! Too many complications! Core dump! Core dump!!
I had foolishly always thought weddings were about the bride getting her way in everything. Well, I'm not 18, and I don't want a complicated, foufy wedding. Everything as simple and pared down a possible. Spend $$ where it counts (reception dinner, photography), and for the rest, simple is really more elegant (and cheaper). For the most part, this will remain true. But the deeper I delve into the wedding abyss, the more I realize that there are a ton of social pressures that I cannot avoid. Tuxes for instance. I didn't want the dads or ushers in tuxes. Much easier to deal with, much less formal. My dad wants to wear a tux. My mom wants my dad to wear a tux. I cave. Now I have to ask Dan's dad to rent a tux too. Ugh. Guest book, I guess it's a neat idea, and I'm ok with it, but why do I have to ask a friend/relative to watch it and hand people a stupid feathered pen? Ugh, more flowers, another person I have to get there in advance. Not to mention, I still need to ask people to do "clean-up" duty after we leave. Ugh. More complications. At least people are not bugging us to register for formal china (not gonna, though will register for daily dishes, definitely need some of those) or bugging me about not having a flower girl or ring bearer. Though, I may draw the line if people start asking to stand in the receiving line! (why is it that when I decide I'd much rather not have people do things they normally complain about, they suddenly want to do them? ugh.)
I guess the bottom line is, weddings have nothing to do with getting your own way. Not even for the bride. I'm really lucky that all of the mothers involved are more than 200 miles away, and the worst thing they can do is start making hotel reservations without telling me. Weddings are really about having to make a bunch of decisions you probably don't really care about, being told that you can't really have it the way you want, just making do, and trying to keep the families from getting mad at you and each other. Ugh.
Dan is the only person in the world that I love enough to go through all this.
It's oh, 1:47 AM. Can't sleep. Lots of reasons why.
:)
That being said, there are lots of new thoughts running around too.
Like, why am I sitting at my keyboard at 1:47 AM instead of my nice warm bed? Well, Dan is actually sleeping well tonight and I didn't want to wake him. Why am I planning a wedding so close to Ron and Steph's anniversary? Most likely day to actually get his parents to come to the wedding. And what do these examples have to do with anything?
What really constitutes a marriage? Is this giant mess I'm planning for January really that important? Does making a vow in front of witnesses, and then throwing a really nice party really mean anything in the grand schema called life? Am I "married" and a "wife" because I wear expensive rings and have a piece of paper that says so? Legally (and tax-wise) "yes."
Or am I a "wife" because I re-arrange my life to work with someone else's every day now. That we've both already made the commitment to be with only each other, and already live out that. *aside* He's winning on that so far - already turned down 2-ex's who wanted him back this week alone. Those are the really cool calls to listen in on... "um, yeah, sorry I didn't answer the phone 3 days ago when you called - I was with my fiancee." Hehe! I'm so lucky! */aside*
That I've completely re-arranged my work schedule so we can actually see each other (and he's completely re-arranged his sleep schedule, thus why I am loathe to disturb it!)
I guess the point is - marriage isn't a piece of paper, or even a really solemn vow. I've seen that promise broken too many times. It almost seems meaningless sometimes, even if it seemed real when spoken. Marriage is what you do, everyday, even in the middle of the night. It lasts as long as you both make the effort. So, from my point of view, there are "married" people out there, who would be better off going their separate ways. If you no longer make the 1000's of small sacrifices that daily melding two lives together takes, what kind of relationship do you have anyway?
As much as I love wearing my ring as "proof," ("Honey, I have the hardware to prove it now!") it's not necessary to make me "feel" engaged/married.
And hm, doesn't this same principle apply to just about anything in life?

