It's Not Just Me

I totally forgot I was invited to a friends a wedding this upcoming weekend. Apparently, I have learned that when you are in the middle of planning your wedding it is your duty to analyze and scrutinize all of the weddings you attend in the meantime. This being said, you are not allowed to find it weird that I was giving a "mental checklist" to see how our friends chose to execute their wedding.

I will tell you, that as much I want to, I am not sure if I will remember this checklist. There is a variety of things to pay attention to and compare to the plan we already have in place. I am all up for strategic planning, but I am going into this friend's wedding feeling a little guilty. Am I spending time happy being happy for this couple and celebrating or am I plotting how I won't make my wedding the same as their's? More importantly, one could bring up the point that I wouldn't want anyone spending more time with a mental checklist at my wedding versus celebrating our big day.

All things aside, my new car (not from Gates) will be getting us to and from a wedding.

Let Me Have A Moment

You know what the best part about having a new car is? Having a new car. Yep, it is that simple. New car smell. New car seats. New car paint. It all just seems to revolve around the fact that it is NEW.

It can almost make you stop and wonder what else that holds true for. Relationships, engagements, pots and pans. Does the fact that something is new make it more worthwhile? In the life of me and Katie I have to say yes. But, before everyone we know begins to freak out like this is a bad statement it is not. A few days ago, I was still obsessed with the fact that I would have to work for a living and I wouldn't get a hand out from B.G. up to and including a car.

Today, I understand that because of a new relations and new goals and new levels of trust I am open to new possibilities. New options present you with new choices. Too deep for 8:45 on a Monday? Have you hand enough beer where this makes sense or too much beer and you are already crying.

Dude. Get a tissue. I need to express sometime and somewhere.