The Newest Acquisitions to the Future Household...

We've found a sofa and loveseat...and I am absolutely in love with them. Take a look...


Tomato Red, Baby...oh yeah. It is so gorgeous, so Diva, and so ME. Greg loves it because I love it. Bless his heart.

So much to do...so little time (and brain cells) to do it with :P

Even the simplest weddings require a great deal of planning. I have found this out during the past few months, and no doubt it will get worse as time goes on.

The major things are done: We set a date, I have a wedding dress, the bridesmaids have their dresses, we have a church, and I have designed my invitations (which I am doing myself). My Maid of Honor (Jane) and I have planned the menu for the reception and made a list of all the things we will need for it.

Now it is down to the seemingly unending list of minor details...
Which wedding favors to get? How many?
What kind of sandwiches? Crust? No Crust?
One family table at the reception? Two? Three?
What kind of centerpieces?
Groom's cake flavor?
Color of tablecloths? Rent? Buy? Skip altogether?
Rice? Birdseed? Bubbles?

Not to mention we haven't started registering yet...for some reason, Greg doesn't want to be a part of this (duh--I get it; he's a GUY). His exact words were, "I don't care, just make sure you get a great coffeemaker, a microwave, and I will NOT sleep in a pink bedroom." haha. Silly boy, anyone who knows me knows I hate pink, unless it is clothing or makeup.

If you hear a frustrated scream coming from the area of middle Tennessee...you'll know it's because I've hit the meltdown point. Just ignore it...I will return to my senses shortly.

Funny How Time Flies...

I can't believe how long it has been since I've updated this blogsite. So, so much has happened. The last time I posted it was in September, Greg was in nursing school, and we were talking vaguely about getting married in 2008.

Wow...are we in need of an update around here.
Well, here goes:

This is a photo of my engagement ring/wedding band. I knew it was coming, but I had no idea it would be so very beautiful, or how much it would move me to get it. Bless his heart, my Darlin' saved up for a long time to get it, so there would be no payments. Very wise, I think. Greg proposed officially on January 5th, after he picked me up from work. He took me to a park right near the river, close to my home. We got out and sat on a bench, talked for a while, then he pulled out his guitar from the back of the car and told me he had a song he had "been working on" that he wanted me to hear. He sang the song "I Want to Grow Old With You" from the movie "The Wedding Singer." It was goofy and sweet and so, so romantic. When he went to put the guitar up, I saw a small white box in the guitar case. I immediately started crying. Not just crying, but boo-hooing--I am talking BUCKETS. Greg got down on one knee and proposed, but not before stopping some guy on a bicycle in order to have an official "witness." I was crying so hard I couldn't answer, but finally managed to choke out a "yes" so the poor guy could finish his ride. We went to see my mama, and she was waiting at the door--apparently Greg had been to see her that morning to "ask for my hand in marriage." He is so sweet and so loving. I am the luckiest woman in the world.

The big day? June 9th of this year. Nursing school didn't work out for Greg--not because of his grades, but because of a devil of a thing called a "nursing care plan." There's such a huge pool of students now that if you make 3 errors on a care plan, even minor ones, you are taken out of the program. That's what happened to my Greg. He had an A- average, but was still let go. So he's getting an EMT job, and later going to Paramedic training. The good part is we get married even sooner. We may be poor, but we'll be happy. Who cares if we're starting out with very little at 40-ish? There are people who live on less and are happy, and people who have much more and are miserable.

I can't believe this has all happened. I had given up on love. Thank God it hadn't given up on me.