YaYa Princess

So far my 30’s have been great.  I’ve worked just enough to be efficient and good at my job, w/o killing myself, staying late or wishing that my skinny office window (which reminds me of a prision cell) would open so I could just out.  I’ve gone out, been with friends and generally had a good time (granted lately I’ve been a little less than overproductive but what’re you gonna do?)  Pretty good if you ask me

I’ve also done a good bit of wedding stuff without getting completely overwhelmed. However, today is the day we meet with “that” priest.  I’m a little nervous, but mostly just anxious.  It will, however, be nice to see this guy face to face to be able to read him.  I continue to hope that despite how he treats me on the phone, that it’s simply a cultural difference (he’s from Vietnam) and that once we are face to face I’ll be able to read him better.  Or, at least the boy will be there :)  Plus, I’m going to get certain bits of information I’ve been anxious to get squared away (like the cost of using in-house church music and her contact info) which I’ve been afraid of asking for b/c of the “don’t you know what’s important” response I’ve been getting thus far.  I understand that my religion is important, but guess what, so is A.) staying on budget and B.) my sanity.  You want me to make donations to the church and other good causes?  Hey, I’m all about it.  So the more I know what I have the more I’m able to give thank you very much. 

So here I sit, working from home, trying to get motivated, but really just watching the clock. 

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