7 Months!

Well it's 7 months until the big wedding day. Things have been busy the past few weeks and finally, no medical shenanigans to report in this blog!

Since we sent out our save the date's, i realized we probably needed to get our registries started. I had flashbacks to my trip to Crate and Barrel with the registry nazi, but i knew it needed to be done. So, I hijacked Ryan and convinced him it would be good for us to go to Bed Bath and Beyond one Monday night a couple weeks ago. When we arrived, I expected them to give us our scanner gun and set us loose. Oh no. The "wedding consultant" escorted us over to her office (aka bistro table with cheesy wedding decorations.). She clearly loved her job and could not wait to explain every element of wedding registries. After about 15 minutes, I thought Ryan was going to abort the mission before we even started. Luckily, the store got busy and she had to send us on our way.

We got off to a good start, adding some basic items we needed. And then, Ryan wandered off and added the following items to the list:
1. A wok - because he's "always wanted one"... too bad the closest we get to Chinese is teriyaki chicken and white rice
2. An electric martini shaker - my thought - if you're too lazy to shake your own damn martini, you shouldn't be drinking it.
3. A extra large bag of sour patch kids (candy) - this doesnt even need a comment because i promptly deleted it and smacked him in the head.

I attempted to return his focus to things he was interested in...and managed to get about 30 minutes of his attention before calling it a night. Overall, the trip was successful so we have just one more registry to finish the trifecta.

Last weekend, we took a break from wedding planning and work and went to visit our friends Scott and Sam and their daughter Brooke in Charlotte, NC. When traveling with Ryan, I am required to follow many rules that are down right absurd by my travel standards. Ryan is very nervous to fly so he insists on arriving at the airport 5 hours in advance of the flight. I begrudgingly agreed to arrive 2 hours in advance. I'm considering getting Ryan one of those senior citizen ID badge holders that old people wear around their necks with their tickets and ID's. We checked in and dropped off our suitcase which was embarrassing due to the gnawed handle from Austin a month back when he got bored and ate it (note to self, add luggage to registry). A whopping 20 minutes later we were through security and sitting at the gate. sweet, 1 hour and 40 minutes to do nothing. My plan of arriving late to the airport works out much better - no wait and I get my exercise in as i run through the terminal like a mad man.

While in Charlotte we went to the mall to get sunglasses for Ryan and I took the opportunity to corral him into the jewelry store and look at wedding bands. Surprisingly, we found two that we both agreed on in relatively short order. I don't understand why all things wedding for men are cheap (tuxes, flowers, rings) while women have to spend ten times as much. Nonsense. We went to check out and our sales lady went on to the next customer. The woman running the register came over to go over our order. She looked at me and started explaining the insurance for the wedding band. In true form, I was making a mockery of the situation and said "oh, the wedding band isnt for me, i'm just his girlfriend." She looked horrified, so i quickly ended my joke and said "just kidding!" She just looked at me and said "your business is your business." Ryan told me to go away. haha, note to self, love is a serious thing and one should not make jokes in the jewelry store.

Sigh...on a positive closing note, my plans for my bachelorette party are coming along well....we will be partying up in Vegas - responsibly of course. Ryan and his best man Scott remain undecided and of course in true male fashion, will likely wait until the last minute to plan anything. Additionally, Ryan and I have decided to celebrate our everlasting love by spending our honeymoon on an Alaskan Cruise. Non-traditional, but as most people know, Ryan claims to be allergic to the sun and I really do not like sand....together we're a hot mess. So Alaskan Cruise it is....now i just have to stock up on Dramamine so i don't spend the whole trip puking. More importantly, should the wedding weight loss plan not produce desired results, attire for Alaska will be much more acceptable than attire for the Caribbean.