Work these past few days has been much quieter-all of the managers are out of the office, and most people are on PTO. For the first time since the Spring it’s quiet (despite leaving for an onsite next week) and I’m enjoying it greatly. Especially now that the boy so graciously helped me move desks arounds-I’m all feng shuied out

Plus, tomorrow’s my day in the office this week. Thursday we go tubing and the Fourth of July festivitie’s begin at the Barnharts

The last time I saw Jess was at our 10 year high school reunion. The other two home office employees wouldn’t step foot back “there”, so I went alone. I was nervous, being alone, despite knowing most of my class–there weren’t that many of us. I saw Jess fairly quickly, and as always she was welcoming and friendly.
And boisterous, God that woman was always so….Loud
I can still remember, when they had all the women get on the dance floor that were no longer single, her yelling jokingly how they had sold out. She was always right there, in your face.
Even sadder still, we only found out by a fluke. One of our other high school classmates manages a hotel where most of the funeral guests are staying-one of them told her by happenstance. Now it’s a rush to try to let the rest of our class know, or at least try to. While Jess and I were never exceptionally close, it’s still breaks my heart to think that others wouldn’t know, that they wouldn’t be extending their thoughts and prayers at her funeral on Sat. So I will be making the trek home, to pay my respects. It’s the least I can do.
I won’t claim to have been her closest friend, and yet somehow this one hits home in a way that even surprises me.
And if there’s a small fire in heaven, started by…say…a candle centerpiece…then we will know for sure it was Jess
Rest in Peace

Meanwhile, I’m pretty burnt out from work. I’ve been going at a rather fast rate and at the moment just kinda don’t feel like doing much of anything. Plus, it’s a Friday. Might as well start drinking now

Things are pretty good. The boy and I are on high stress which means a lot of picking at eachother and others in general so I reccomend approachign us with caution. There’s so much to do, and I”m continually flabergasted that me, a planner by trade, would feel overwhelmed. Guess it goes to show how different it is when it’s your own wedding.
It is nice to be close enough in though to just start doing.
We have the ladies luncheon this weekend which I’m really looking forward to. I’ll admit that I’m excited to have my other mother sort of take some things over. This whole process is exhausting. I really need to quit this job… That’s my excuse anyway.
This time is supposed to be so exciting, and it is, but I’m also anxious to get more done just so it’s…well…done The boy has me all up in arms over getting this stuff squared away, bless his heart I get it though, this is foreign to him. Unforuatnly, this just means it’s not to me, and therefore I feel lots of responsibility. I know people think it’s all so great that I’m a planner planning my own wedding but I’ll be honest with you-sometimes I wish I were a ‘civilian’
I’m actually around until July, then it’s just up to Balitmore. After that there’s nadda till the wedding, except planning for a 12,000 person meeting. Nothing like crazy granola types to make you anxious
Ta ta for now.