6 months from TODAY I marry The Futurehubs!
|Throwback... at a wedding in 2011. I can't wait to fit into that dress again, it's my Audrey Hepburn dress!|
This makes me SO happy and SO anxious at the same time!
I can't wait to walk down the aisle and marry my best friend. I also realize that 6 months means crunch time!
We got a lot of our big planning done around Christmas while I was on break, which was a huge relief, but honestly wedding planning has been chunked to the backburner as I finish my last semester of grad school and H works like a mad man toward a promotion at work. Some days I literally don't even see him (even though we live together), because I work earlier and he works later. Obviously, that's not very conducive to wedding planning, and on top of that we're planning a wedding out of town.
The big stuff we have (pretty much) out of the way includes the venue, catering, bar, photograper, DJ, THE DRESS, the officiant, linen rentals, save the dates (already out) and invitations.
We still need to tackle the cake, atire for the wedding party (but my bridesmaids are picking out their own dresses), flowers, the rehearsal dinner, and registering. Plus the other million little things associated with a wedding.
I'm starting to feel really pressed to check a few of those last big things off my list, but I'm pretty positive it won't get any attention until after graduation in May.
Any advice on things I should DEFINITELY try to work on sooner rather than later?
In other news, I've been slacking on my April Intentions. Big time. I've felt really unmotivated this week. I just HAD to have emergency Mexican food one night and then last night somehow I just had wine for dinner, so there's that.
AND I've been half-assing "workouts," so yesterday I made myself lace up headed outside to run some of the hills around our neighborhood.
|I really need to get some actual running shoes.|
|This hardly does the hills justice. The worst.|
Ugh. But I did it! It was far too beautiful outside to not soak up some sun. And now I can't walk, but it's ok. That's a good feeling sometimes.
I took our pup Roy with me, who turned out to be a terrible running buddy all around.
I brought TWO bags with me... and he pooed THREE times. The judgement I got from the entire family of neighbors staring at me while he did his business in their yard (as I unsuccessfully tried to figure out "can I borrow a plastic bag" in Spanish) will haunt me forever.
|YOU'RE A TURD, ROY.|
Hope y'all are having a lovely weekend so far!