Wednesday, April 05, 2006

So little time!

Time flies when you're planning a wedding. 2 days after the proposal and it seems like there is not enough time in the day. Thanks to everyone who sent notes of congratulations. I don't think that I got much done at work on Monday!

Things to do this week: determine a budget, wedding party, and preliminary guest list.

As any good modern day bride-to-be (hey-that's me!), I went to the www.theknot.com website. I have determined that they are evil. First, I enter in a date for the wedding. I put in October 14. (THIS IS NOT THE DATE- I am merely putting something in as a point of reference!) It tells me that I have less than 192 days to plan a wedding. Then, I look at their To Do checklist and it has a list of 179 things to do with 45 items overdue! We haven't even started yet and we're behind!

As most of you know, I am a Type A personality. I don't panic- I move. I start making lists ad nauseum. I don't think that anyone can call Edwin a Type A personality, so you can already tell this is going to be fun. Maybe that's why we're together- we balance each other out. I tell him to get his butt moving and he can tell me to chill out.

Everybody knows that weddings are money sinkholes. We know it's going to be expensive. But it still never really prepares you for the sticker shock. I don't think that either one of us has ever spent this much on anything. Maybe a car, but at least you get to pay that in monthly installments and use it over the course of a couple of years. This is one day! I know it will be worth it, but sometimes you have to wonder.

I'm already going wedding dress shopping. Crazy. Last week, I thought that I would have a nice, relaxing weekend while Edwin went snowboarding and scuba diving.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, maybe you two can be guinea pigs for a theory I have. Don't tell the flower place, invitation place, banquet hall, etc. that it's a wedding. I'm betting that they jack up the prices once they hear that. "We'd like a whole bunch of flowers for a certain date," you tell the florist. "Oh, that's $200," they're thinking. "We're getting married!" you blurt out, and suddenly the florist replies, "Congratulations! That'll be $1000!"