Men are from Mars...

But this isn't a male female thing I think. Well not so much. It's wedding related, so obviously, there will be some division along sex lines, but whatever.

So I've already pitched a whiny little hissy-fit about the photography. But here's the thing. Our wedding will be complicated. We're Catholic, but I'm waiting for an annulment to go through...that takes a year at minimum. Then we'd need at least 4 months beyond that to inform guests. If a priest won't do the pre-marriage counseling until the annulment is through, that's a year and a half. I don't want to wait a year and a half to marry my soulmate!

But, thanks to an epic game of telephone tag, we have yet to actually talk to our priest. This is unfortunate, and driving me crazy, because I want to plan. At least it gives us more time to save for our wedding, unless we want to go ahead and do a non-Catholic marriage.

When I plan, I feel secure. Hammering out all of the things we can't have also helps me not fall in love with things we can't have. It is too late for photography, because this is the first time in my life where I have ever decided that photography is not essential. When you are spending that much money, you might as well have pretty pictures. But, differing worldviews, lack of money, blarg.

But, now I know that pretty much the only thing we can have is the food, some modest decorations, invitations, my dress, and...that's it.

I'm okay with that. And had I not talked to Andy about wedding stuff, the photography would still be in the "MUST" category for me, and it would be a way harder fall later in the game.

But it really stressed him out. Seriously stressed him out. We've got a guest-list of about 100 people. So I have so many ideas and I want to talk about them and I want to figure things out so we have a plan so I'm not stressing out like this, but me not stressing out comes at the cost of stressing him out. THAT is what love is, taking all of your crazy and stuffing it up into one big fuzzy ball of implosion and BLARG.

But, I turned in my paper. I mailed off the SSI forms. I called my pastor.

All that's left is to:
Pay for classes, order books
Clean apartment
Get stuff from Mom and Dad's house
Library - Confederacy of Dunces, GREs, Upcycling: The art of Paper blah blah blah

I should probably email my professor as well. Blarg again.