Saturday, Saturday, Saturday! Woo!
I am finally at a point where I can be excited about this instead of stressed out over the planning aspects. Now I can focus on the fun stuff, the heavy stuff...putting together CDs of music, writing out some vows (I do my best writing at the last minute!), making sure my friends all know where they're going/what to do when they get there. I've got a friend taking pictures; I've got one doing hair (possibly two). I have to ask one of the groomsmen if he wants to play DJ at the reception, switching the CDs and making announcements if they need to be made.
Oh crap, I just realized I was going to go get my engagement ring cleaned today so it would be extra shiny and sparkly. I'm sure someone besides me will be admiring my finger. No matter how fierce, how independent I am, I'm just a girly-girl on the inside. Here's hoping the high heels don't end up hurting my feet and the pantyhose end up fitting properly. Here's hoping for good hair and NOT catching Matt's cold. Here's to wherever ol' Pumperiffic ends up stashed in my dress.
After it's over, it'll be back to the full-time new job search. Possibly maybe even some volunteering at the local JDRF office. I figure the more I get involved with people who's lives have been touched by diabetes, the easier it will be to take care of myself. I'm trying to find my support system.
Also, tomorrow morning I have a job interview. I don't really know how I feel about it since it's the same line of work I was just let go from, but they saw my resume online and called me. I can't really say no to someone who thought I might be talented enough to do a job that might even be a level above what I was doing before. I've at least got a fabulous outfit picked out.
Even if this job turns out to be crap, or they're not interested in me, it's all going to be okay. I've got major amounts of love in my life, and that's really what matters.
I think I'll go practice signing my name with his last name. Awwww.