All the single digits!

We're down to nine days until the wedding! HOLY CRAP! I can't even say anything about that because I have no idea where my head is at.

My dress is done! I'm picking it up this afternoon! I can't waaaaaait!

My shower is tonight! I'm super super super excited! Nathan's "bachelor party" is also tonight but I'm pretty sure the shower is going to be more fun.

Ummmmm. Yeah.

I forgot everything else I meant to say.

It's go-time.

If you're keeping track like I am (or, like the wedding day countdown I added to iGoogle the other day is) you will know that it's just 17 days until Nathan and I get married. WHOA! I'm really excited but I'm also glad that I got a bite guard from the dentist because I'm sure all this stress is making me grind my teeth like crazy. I know I'm overthinking things, and there aren't as many things left to do as I think there are, but just to ease my mind, enjoy a list.

~ flowers
~ pick up my wedding dress! it's done!
~ tablecloths! navy squares/runners!
~ call people about making desserts
~ clean my room
~ pack my stuff
~ make a guestbook! ahhhhhh! or procure one at any rate...
~ plates, cups, napkins, forks
~ vases! I need two large identical vases!
~ make a playlist for the reception (two point five hours of music)
~ pick up cool light fixtures from bro. vaughan
~ honeymoon!honeymoon!honeymoon!
~ pikachu cake topper...
~ order ties
~ figure out if I need to buy new makeup bought some.
~ make my face less ugly/acne-ravaged
~ make sure Nathan gets shoes
~ let virtue garnish my thoughts unceasingly


ummm. that's it for now. I am probably forgetting some small things but not too worried about it. HOPEFULLY I haven't forgotten anything major.

Dinosaur shower curtain!

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. I have great hair, I'm good at brushing my teeth, I make REALLY delicious salsa, the house I live in has a roof that is intact and protects me from the rain, I am healthy, I'm a very capable babysitter, and most importantly, I am engaged to the most amazing person I have ever met and we're getting married in FIVE WEEKS in the temple!

In the last week or so, I've been feeling the pressure. I'm not usually much of a crier, but I have definitely been having miniature sob-fests about twice a day. It's really weird and I wish I wasn't getting so emotional and stressed out. It's incredibly stupid, but I dislike being emotional around other people, especially since it's not a normal thing for me. I wrote in "Rebekah's panic attack" on the West's calendar. I think everyone needs to be prepared. December 17th, it's on.

I am so happy and excited at the prospect of getting married, but I am really losing it with planning the reception. This is not my forte AT ALL. I don't and have never had an eye for details. I definitely don't care very much if there are centerpieces on the tables, but I have been assured that we must have centerpieces. By George, we will HAVE centerpieces. I sure hope they're pretty.


This makes it sound like nothing's done, which is not the case. Let me make a list.

1. We got the invitations printed and sent out!
2. Nathan's aunt Suzanne agreed to come take our pictures! Thank you, Sue!
3. My dress is coming along. I'm going to Teresa's house on Monday for the first fitting of the actual dress!
4. I have shoes! They're gold! They're beautiful!
5. Apparently both of my sisters have bridesmaid dresses. I don't care that much.
6. Julie, the woman who has been cutting my hair for years, told me she would do my hair as her gift to me!
7. Oh man, I haven't blogged this: We got a great apartment in Rexburg! We move in on the 30th.
8. We asked Stephanie to call her sister-in-law about maybe decorating our cake :) Hope that pans out!
9. In that same vein, we got the number of the "Costco Flower Lady" and will be calling her and/or emailing her once we figure out how many flowers we need!
10. We got our marriage license yesterday! We could get married on Sunday if we wanted, but I guess we'll wait. I guess...

I know I need to chill out and focus on the really awesome part where I'm marrying Nathan in the temple. The reception is more for our families than for us. In the long run, it doesn't matter if he decides to get a suit or a tux. It doesn't matter what color shoes my sisters wear. It doesn't matter if Debbie decides to Bedazzle her blue jumper and just wear that [an aside: please don't do that]. It doesn't matter if we don't get a Kitchenaid mixer... that much... but what really matters starts at 10 AM on December 19th in the Seattle temple. I'll be there; will you?

In the meantime, maybe some Xanax and a day or two away from all things involving the wedding.

It tastes like elementary school.

Today I was roused from bed by my mom at the crack of freakin' dawn (9:30 AM, are you SERIOUS?) and told me that Teresa Weaver was on the phone. I sat up immediately. Having been plagued by dreams of wearing an ill-fitting wedding dress with "MADE IN CHINA" stamped on the back in crusty black ink, I tried and failed in my drowsy excitement to catch the phone my mom tossed at me. I picked it up from the floor and resumed the conversation 2 seconds later than I had initially planned to, but no harm done.

Teresa Weaver is the lady who made my sister's wedding dress, and told me, not that she would be willing to, or would like to, but would LOVE to make my wedding dress! SO YAAAAAAAAY NO MORE DRESS SHOPPING ON SHADY CHINESE WEBSITES!

In other news, I went down to Ikea in Renton or wherever it is with my friend Katie so she could check out some furniture for her apartment. We found a couch she kinda liked that was in her price range, but then we found a bed that she always wanted (old fashioned metal frame that doesn't squeak) only to realize that it wouldn't fit in her car so she made a note of it and is going back tomorrow with her dad's truck. She also got some cutting boards, a cheese grater, a mortar and pestle, and some cool tumblers, and then we ate Swedish meatballs with apple cake. We had little cartons of chocolate milk to go with our meals. As Katie said, "It tastes like elementary school." And it did. Ah, nostalgia.

I'm fairly certain that nobody in my immediate family will ever read this blog. I'm kind of okay with it. But I should probably not say anything negative about anyone who might be irritating me at the moment. So I won't.

Sorry this blog post has nothing interesting in it whatsoever. Nathan is really cool.

If at first you don't succeed...

Take a nap and then try again when you wake up.

Today was round one of wedding dress shopping. We went to David's Bridal first and were informed upon arrival that they don't actually carry any dresses with sleeves. No, seriously. I didn't really care that much, however, because I wasn't fool enough to believe that we'd find something that worked right off the bat. We tried on a few different styles with varying degrees of success, but one in particular looked pretty awesome on me. I don't really think it's possible to alter it to make it modest and not have it look stupid, but at least I'll have a frame of reference if I'm going to have one made! So yay for that!

After we got back, my mom insisted that we peruse a few websites to look at dresses. I'm not too thrilled with the idea of ordering a dress off the internet, because [insert one of dozens of reasons here], but I'm willing to look. After cruising through one site's extensive and expensive collection, I told my mom to carry on while I took a nap. She was happy to do so, and, possessing vaults of patience that I can only dream of, finally found this wholesale website where you can buy the dress direct from China for REALLY CHEAP. Like, $150 for a custom-made dress. MADE TO YOUR SPECIFIC MEASUREMENTS. It's ridiculous. My mom is all for it, but I'm just petrified that we'll get it and it will either A) look horrendous on me even though it fits, or B) not fit at all and we'll have no time to get it altered before the big day. WHAT THE HECK DO I DO?

So much for not getting stressed. I REALLY hope the lady who makes dresses calls us back soon.

I'm not sure how I'm going to pass the time this evening. I should probably clean my room, and now is a pretty logical time to do so, but when have I ever been logical? Haha.