No, not THOSE kind, though I do feel drunk. Relax people, I’m not.
My neck went out again. Sometime last night/ this AM while sleeping. The usual pattern of stress and using my neck to push myself up. Anywho, it went out. So I took a muscle relaxer this AM. And WOW it hit me. Doesn’t usually, but bleh. I know I’ll never be a drug adickt or whatnot simply b/c I am not the biggest fan of this feeling. Lord
Tonight, shortly before 9:30pm on my way to pick up the boy my phone rang. It was one of my oldest friends, Andi. The first thing she said to me was “I’m sorry to call so late” and it was with those words that I knew whatever she had to say wasn’t good.
And it wasn’t.
Last Sunday a high school friend of ours was riding her bike and was struck from behind by a car. She was pronounced dead at the scene. She had been married 8 months and 2 days.
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
p>That’s right, I said it.
The boy loves to talk about how many shoes I own. Most are cheapies that I find on sale. I have a hard time not wanting “flashy” shoes, but then I can never figure out what to wear them with. If I find them in my size, I try to get them. But never have I been this enthralled.
I.WANT.THESE
< But I'm being a good girl...for now.
I know, it’s been forever. I just wrote a great update post on the wedding blog, so go check it out at www.allieandmatt.com
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.
Today the boy and I celebrate 2 years together. Two years ago right now we were sitting in PJ Skaddoos smoking, drinking and talking. Actually, if you deal with the whole “Memorial Day” then 2 years ago today we were hanging out on my couch after going to Arl.ington Ce.metary and then having the boy cook dinner and watching “The Fam.ily S.tone”. Last year we celebrated in NYC, where I met Le.a Sa.longa. Tonight though, I’m by myself in Orlando.
I can’t really complain, we had a truly fabulous weekend with our moms and a kick butt bridal shower. More of that later though.
Right now, right now I’m busy lamenting about the last two years. I’m a truly lucky woman. And I’ll admit to being sad and a little pouty this evening. I can’t help it, I’m in love. Poor She She–after this emotional weekend I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a nut job (no comments from the peanut gallery )But we’ll get to celebrate some more at the beach next week. In the meantime, I’m allowing myself to be a bit pouty tonight, and realizing that no matter what I think, anniversary’s do, in fact, need some special attention. I’m also realizing that do-overs are a great thing
