Vendor Crush

I've noticed a certain glee that comes over me whenever I talk with any of my wedding vendors.

I want them to like me. I want to give them ideas that they'll like. Whenever they tell me they like an idea or praise me for being so organized I secretly hope it means I'm their No. 1 client (even if for the moment).

Egotism? Maybe. Only-child syndrome? Perhaps. But I truly feel like I'm surrounding myself with the cool kids who are amazingly talented, and by golly, I want to fit in.

I'm hiring them because they have good taste and good opinions. On top of it, we're making a point to work with people I genuinely would want to surround myself with anyway -- good people who I've decided could help me plan one of the most emotional days of my life or be at my side during that time. Man or woman, how horrible to think I would bore them or not inspire them!

At the end of the day, I get everything I do accomplished because I make decisions, I take the emotion out of it as much as possible, I have a clear vision, and I do my best treat our relationship as the business transaction it is.

Except for having my secret crushes. I wonder if they know?

The "Intro to Natural Family Planning" Classes Freak Me Out

So Brian and I decided that it wouldn't feel like a wedding for us personally if we didn't get married in the Catholic church. And now the fruits of our decision are coming to light.

He was not only raised Catholic but went to Catholic school up until college. My parents are named Mary and Joseph -- and yes, they're just as devout as their names imply. No wonder anything but a church ceremony would feel awkward to us.

But awkward enough to make us endure a required "Natural Family Planning" class that dives into detail on the various methods to "help couples space, achieve, or avoid pregnancy?" Apparently, we're into torturing ourselves, because according to the class lineup based on the methodologies, Brian and I will discuss cervical mucus no fewer than 25 times.

I don't want to discuss cervical mucus with anyone.

The ironic part is that we don't want kids. We acknowledge that one day we might change our mind but know that in that case, we will be relying on modern medicine -- our doctors -- to help us out with that one.

The church, of course, knows this. What we think or feel doesn't matter. If we want a traditional wedding, we have to do things traditionally by taking the class.

And I'm surprised because ... ? 

Wedding Sanity and a Smile

The wedding is under control, and it's actually fun planning things now. We're proud to have accomplished the following:

• Got the band.
• Found a dress.
• Booked a venue.
• Secured a chapel.
• Signed up a day-of coordinator.
• Selected a photographer.
• Put up a website.
• Chose the wedding party.
• Reserved hotel rooms.
• Decided on the officiant.
• Hired floral/event designer.
• Nailed down the save-the-dates and invitation concepts.
• Set up registries.
• Started tastings with caterers.

The best part about it all is that everything is based now on what we want -- not how others would do it. We're in control of how this party comes out, and so far it's turning out to be a good one. And a lot of folks who are out of town sound like they're able and willing to attend, which makes my heart smile.

Here's to keeping my sanity and having fun in the next months ahead.

Happy New Year to Me, You

We rang in the new year last night, and 2011 feels great.

2008 was pretty stressful. Then came 2009, which sucked too. The beginning of 2010 -- I'm recalling being part of a sinking ship (a.k.a. my job), then getting sick for three months -- was pretty shitty, and although I welcomed the layoff, it wasn't exactly fun job searching and being unemployed.

But then I decided to blow a few thousand on a trip to Italy, which was not only a great solo experience but ended up prompting Brian to propose. We got engaged, I got a new job I love, and now, as we start 2011, we're both healthy and planning a wedding.

I'm financially secure. I'm healthy. My parents are OK. His parents are OK. Brian's job is OK.

Life feels really, really, really good right now. Knock on wood.

Here's hoping 2011 is really, really good to you too.