Life 101

I'm 27 years old and sometimes it feels like I'm just now learning what life is all about.  And I know I still have a lot left to learn which is why I constantly feel like I barely know anything now (hence 101).  Sometimes it's the smaller lessons in life that can teach you the most.

1.  There will always be people that aren't satisfied with who you are.  No matter how hard you try, what is satisfactory to one person, will always dissatisfy another.  Boy, girl, friend, family - it doesn't matter.  There will always be one person who thinks you're not doing something right or haven't done something right in the past, which somehow is never let go.  No need in exhausting yourself to fix it.  (Kinda depressing, huh?)

2.  To combat lesson #1, you will always have people in your life that don't care what mistakes you've made or what you've overlooked - they will always love you no matter what.  Boy, girl, friend, family - it also doesn't matter.  They're there and will always be there.  Those people are the ones that when you do make a mistake, they give you the benefit of the doubt that it wasn't intentional instead of assuming the worst.  KEEP THESE PEOPLE CLOSE.  They are probably the most important thing you can ever have, and give you reason to smile every day.

3.  Never assume Craig doesn't take time to reflect.  It made me smile when I get in his car today to find that he's been playing a CD that I made for him nearly 5 years ago when I was trying to make him see what I saw in our tiny little relationship - even back then.  And I think it's clear vindication that he secretly likes my taste in music! :)

4.  Even though everything concerning a wedding is typically abbreviated (i.e. BM = bridesmaids, FIL = father-in-law, etc) - it never flows to abbreviate your Save the Date cards in the same manner.  However, it would be the only time in my life I can really say that I gave so many people STDs.

5.  Pay attention to detail.  From now on, I will pay much closer attention at weddings to notice the smaller details that the bride probably took so much time to decide on.  Those tiny ribbons didn't tie themselves, people!

There's probably more I could preach on, but I'm tired and I'm still planning a wedding.  I hope to be way more witty by November.  I think Craig is banking on it.

I need a button...

… a fast-forward button preferably.  I've been blurting out on facebook about how I cannot WAIT to wake up and it be October 7th, because I am so tired of having dreams with maddening things happening at our wedding.  The good thing is that I'm pretty sure I get married in all of these dreams (when I make it that far), but it's really stressful waking up after being late to your wedding, with your hair in a ponytail and zero makeup on.  I know, I know - things will go wrong, & in retrospect, it won't matter.  I get that, but the suspense of it all is more stressful than the wedding planning itself!

Honestly, the planning has been easy - I think the anxiety over pleasing everyone there is killing me.  I don't think that's abnormal though.  We're talking about all of our closest family and friends, so me wanting to be sure they have a good time as Craig and I celebrate our marriage shouldn't be that far-fetched to anyone.  To me, the biggest thing to think about with this wedding is Craig and I getting married obviously.  It's the whole reason we're doing this.  But hearing that this day is "all about me" I don't think will ever resonate with me.  Yes, I'm the bride and in many ways, the day is tailored around my likes and my vision of things I've been thinking about since I was little.  But in my eyes as an adult, it's about making the night memorable to everyone that matters to us after Craig and I become husband and wife.  What's so crazy about that?

I've noticed that you go through many stages of emotion as an engaged woman.  I have at least.  The first emotion I experienced was complete and utter excitement with borderline disbelief that I actually get to act on marrying Craig.  No more thoughts about "If he knew I had our wedding colors picked out and we're not even engaged, he would freak."  I got to say those things outloud and not feel psycho!  It was quite liberating.

But after the initial excitement came the hardcore reality about planning - it came with tough decisions like... who is in the wedding, how many people can we afford to have, how do we decide who we invite without hurting feels or breaking the bank, etc.  That's the ugly side of planning.  It still pops it's head up every now and then, but you can't beat yourself up over things like that or else it makes the experience somewhat unenjoyable.

My mind has even gone to paranoia about wondering if those who were/are participating in the wedding actually want to be in it, or if they were just afraid to tell me no?  That's a sucky feeling, but I admit that I have had it.  Not everyone loves weddings or loves the things that go along with being in a wedding, but you just hope that they enjoy it enough to not dread it.  I'm such a girl.

Anyway - I'm settling into the final phase of planning.  I have my first bridal shower this weekend and I am very excited!  We only have one session left with the preacher, so it's becoming more and more real as we approach the 2 month countdown.  All of the major things are nailed down and I'm not freaking out over details, which is good. Apparently, I save that for my dreams. :)  So now, I'm just longing for the moment when I'm standing there with my dad and that door opens and I see Craig standing down at the arbor [hopefully] beaming back at me.  In my quiet times when I think about that moment, it always brings a tear and a smile.  Talk about bittersweet reactions.. where are you, October??

Too much?

The other day, I was driving to Craig's house and I swear to you, I passed a ~12 year old boy on a riding lawn mower, wearing a helmet.  A HELMET.  At first, I didn't really think much of it but as I looked in my rear view mirror and saw him circling around, I started to really process the fact that there was a 95% chance that his parents insisted he wear a helmet while mowing the yard.  So, I deduce 1 of 2 things based on that observation…

1)  He has REALLY protective parents.
or
2)  His dad is Tim "The Toolman" Taylor and has tweaked the motor in that mower.

Then I started to wonder if his friends ever see him out there because this was on the corner of a neighborhood off HillTop Needmore (in Fuquay Varina), which isn't the most private of roads.  Poor kid.  I feel like the only thing that could really top this is opening up a minivan door to reveal a kid wearing a helmet with football pads.  And not because he was going to a football game.

Confession:  I laughed outloud a little when I saw him.  And I may or may not have been alone in my car.

Humbled

This past weekend, I got to make my way over to my brother Jeremy's house in North Raleigh.  I try to do this AT LEAST every 2 weeks, if not more.  I try to take advantage of the fact that I live in the same town as them and also that I get the opportunity to watch my niece and nephew grow up.

Anyway, so I went over there on Sunday afternoon to find my brother out in the driveway putting together a mini-trampoline set.  I came to discover that the manufacturers basically force all trampolines to have a net around it so that the kids don't jump off or fall off.  Oh, the luxuries that we didn't have growing up.  Honestly, you haven't lived until your siblings send you 25 feet up into the air only to land OFF the trampoline.  I've only heard stories about me being little and being a little bit of a crybaby at that, but I can about guarantee that I cried for a minimum of 2 hours when that happened.  And I'm pretty sure it happened more than once… although my memory escapes me.  Wonder why?  Maybe the net is a stellar idea afterall.  Ok, focus..

So I stroll up to find him putting this thing together, and of course my 3 year old niece Kirsten is sitting in her little pink princess chair just watching Jeremy put it together piece by piece.  It was odd because normally this child never sits still.. but anyway, it was an observation.  And then I look to my right to find my 4 (almost 5) year old nephew Brayden stooped down next to some bricks… out in the open pretty much.  Which leads to:

H: "Bray, what are you doing?"
B: "Hiding from you."
H: "Um.  We need to work on that."

Fast forward about 20 minutes and finally Jeremy's masterpiece is complete and the kids begin to get SO excited because they're so close to getting to try it out!  There's a weight limit on this thing because it's just for kids (wah, wah, wah) and it says no more than 100 lbs should be on it.  Brayden says to me "Man, I wish you could get on it with us."  I say "I know, but you heard your daddy… I'm too big to get on there, remember?"

Brayden: "Yeah… and too fat."

Don't Judge Me

So… this past week, I had a "first time" experience.  As I get older, I've found that those don't happen too often in everyday life anymore unfortunately.  But in true "Haley-form", it didn't come without humor.

I work in Raleigh, around the Poole Rd/New Bern Ave exits off the beltline so my lunch choices obviously don't deviate much from this area.  Well in the last couple of months, a Popeye's opened up and to my knowledge, this is the first one of these in the Raleigh area.  I think.  Anyway, it was new to me.  But every time I ride by it, this place is RIDICULOUSLY packed.  I mean "standing-room-only & cars-wrapped-around-the-building" kind of packed.  Finally after enough times of driving by it and either being in too big of a hurry to wait, or being too lazy to wait, I decided to brave Popeye's.  I think what drew me to it originally is that the name of the place is actually Popeye's "Louisiana Kitchen" and I like spicy food, so I figured it must be good.

Well, as usual, the cars were wrapped around the building, but the inside didn't look quite as packed as it normally did.  So I just decided to go inside.  I walk inside and let me tell you this - I was the only white girl person in the place.  It caught me so off guard that I nearly walked right back out because it was one of those things where I actually thought "Ummm am I allowed in here?"…  buuuuut I wasn't sure if that would be completely obvious so I attempted to pretend like I didn't notice.  So I go up to the counter and wait in line for a little bit - I didn't have a clue what to order.  On top of that, I know I had a "What the hell" face when I saw catfish on the menu.  What??  Catfish?  So I did what every person does when they're scared to try something new and ordered chicken fingers with fries.  BUT, I did try their spicy honey mustard and it was actually really good (I love me some dipping sauces)!  The fries were awesome too… the chicken was okay.  It wasn't bad, but I prefer Bojangles.  What can I say… I'm bojos for life!  (As evidence in some of my engagement pictures taken by Big Star Studios [shameless plug :)]…)

Back to my story… The first thing I did when I was able to was message one of my super awesome friends, Larry (who happens to be black and is totally cool and understanding when I have to ask naive questions, because he's always honest and respectful with his answer… HOLLA!)  Anyway - so I message him and here was our actual dialogue:

me: looking for honestly here...

  what the heck is the deal with popeyes?

  that place is always so packed

  i walked in there and i was the only white person

  what the heck

 Larry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 ummm it's chicken - what did you think?

  the only chicken joint that is likely to not be pro-black is prolly KFC

 andddd prolly the bojos by campus :-P

 that is HILARIOUS :-)

 me: geeeeez... i couldn't believe it!

  do they put something in it? i've never seen a fast food place that crazy!

 Larry: might be a little crack :-P

 me: haha

  i believe it!

 Larry: well you also gotta remember that there aren't that many popeyes around here!

  

 me: can't be straight chicken

 Larry: HAHAHAHAHA

 

Mild Panic Attack

Surprise, surprise… I'm updating my blog as Craig is out of town for work.  But.. he is currently on a plane, on his way back to RDU… so yay. :)

Anyway, as I was creating a spreadsheet tonight and going over everything that's been booked, and still needs to be booked, as well as expenses… I get a phone call from one of my bridesmaids, Lindsey.  I had just received a text from Craig about 30 minutes before that saying they were shutting the door in Cincinnati, and about to take off.  So when Lindsey called, he was well on his way home and should land at RDU in about another hour.  She and I were talking about some of the vendors that she used for her wedding in September when my phone beeps… it's a call from Craig.  My heart skips a beat and I immediately begin to panic, thinking "He's flying.. and he's calling me.  WHY IS HE FLYING & CALLING ME?!  Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.."  Clearly, my mind automatically switched to thinking it was going to be a scene out of one of the 9/11 movies and he's making the dreaded phone call.  Morbid, right!?  Ugh, I hate that my mind automatically goes there.

So I switched over in a hurry and frantically wait to hear what's coming.  I can barely hear him, which really didn't make things better.  I finally hear him say "Hey, we're delayed in Cincinnati so I just wanted to let you know."  Thank God.  So I tell him what my brief moment of hysteria was about, we say our goodbyes, and I click back over to Lindsey.  I'll also add that I clicked over to her to find that she obviously didn't miss me at all because she was still talking.  Ha!  Love her. :)


To sum up - luckily there was no crisis, I haven't made any progress on any more vendors, and my spreadsheet is basically as I found it… empty.  But - at least I still have a fiance!!

Unconsciously Competent

So… I'm in a wedding planning frenzy right now, and let's face it - I love it (I've only been thinking about this day for the last 26 years).  I've finally asked all of my bridesmaids if they'll be in our wedding, so I can now get started with planning their things (yay!).  Luckily, they all said they'd love to be in it… for some reason, I was worried they'd say no!  I mean, you have to wonder if people really want to be in weddings and you can't just assume… I know I've loved being in the weddings that I have, but not everyone necessarily feels the same way you do about weddings.  Anyway - I now get to proceed with playing dress up with them, so I'm happy. :)

In other news, we've decided on an October wedding and everything is pretty much set with the date and venue, so that is a HUGE relief!  Since we decided on the date this weekend, Craig's wheels started to turn a little bit… like with ideas and stuff.  We were riding in the car after we had agreed on the date and venue and let me just fill you in on a little snippet of the conversation that went terribly wrong:

Craig:  So the wedding is in October…
H:  Uh, yeah.
Craig:  Well Halloween is in October.
H:  G'job.    *this is dripping with sarcasm in case you didn't catch it*
Craig:  I know what we can do!  Let's have a Halloween themed wedding!  Everyone can dress up and..
H:  Just stop.  No.
Craig:  But it would be fun with the cos…
H:  ……….. You're serious……… And you're now off the wedding committee.

Don't get me wrong… I will still ask him what he thinks about different decisions, but any answer he gives me will automatically trigger the memory of his plan of a halloween costume party as we exchange wedding vows.  Unless everyone came to the wedding dressed as Disney princes and princesses… well even then… all I can do is shake my head.