Mickey Mouse and Cinderella's Castle

I'm getting married in 2 days.

Part of me hasn't let it sink in yet. Another part of me just wants it to be over with. No more worrying about my hair, my dress, bridesmaids, groomsmen, presents, reception, packing and moving. But it'll all be over in two days and we'll be on our way to Disneyland!

I haven't been to Disneyland for several years. I'm very excited. Who wouldn't be? It's the happiest place on earth! And I'm sure I'll be blissfully happy while I'm there.

Anyways, I won't be posting again until after the honeymoon. Probably not until after Christmas. So, I wish everybody a happy holiday and I'll catch y'all when I return.

Cheers!

In Sickness and In Health

Last week I started feeling worse and worse until I woke up Wednesday morning and could barely talk, my throat was so swollen. I ached all over and got light headed any time I tried to stand up. I called in sick at work and went to the doctor.

It was strep throat.

But I swear it was some mutant strand that wreaked havoc on my body for more than four days. Last time I had strep I was down for maybe 2 days. Once the antibiotics kicked in I felt much better. Not so this time. I had a fever of 103, my glands in my throat were swollen to the size of golf balls protruding from my neck, I was achy and sore and even my joints hurt.

I layed on the couch and watched movie after movie (between periods of unconsciousness). I felt like I was 5 again. My mom fixed me chicken and stars soup and put a straw in my drink, covered me with a blanket and continually changed the DVDs in the player. The only plus side to this was that I figured the liquid diet would help my wedding dress fit better!

The doctor was surprised and concerned when she found out I'm getting married this week. She promised to wage war on this mutant strand of strep throat with her best antibiotics (that aren't made from penicillin - I'm allergic). Apparently getting sick before your wedding is normal. My dad had shingles and kidney stones a couple weeks before he married my mom, one of my coworkers had mono right before her wedding, and several other people have told me stories of sickness shortly before their own nuptials.

Through all this my fiance was a gem. He came over and held me while I was sick and drove me around because my medicine advised me against operating heavy machinery. He saw me looking my absolute worst and told me I was beautiful. I guess he really can love me in sickness and in health.

Call Me Scrooge

I was going to blog last Wednesday but didn't have a chance. What I was going to say is: It's December 1st and I'm already sick of Christmas music. Well, it's now December 6th and I'm STILL sick of Christmas music.

At my house I'm known as Scrooge throughout the Christmas holiday. It's not that I hate Christmas. Far from it, it's one of my favorite holidays. I just hate all the excess that goes with Christmas. They play the same old Christmas songs over and over and over again on every radio station. Even if it's a new version, it's the same song I've heard over and over and over again. They play the same movies year after year and even if the movie is different, the story is still the same.

The worst part about this time of year is shopping. There are lines a million miles long, everybody is super cranky even though this is supposedly the "happiest time of the year" and the stores are always out of whatever you're looking for. And Christmas just isn't the same as when you were little. No more magic, no more anticipation, not really much surprise, either.

Ok, so I really do sound like Scrooge. But I'm not. I do love Christmas. I love giving gifts to others and seeing their faces light up with joy. I love spending time with family and friends. I especially enjoy eating good food. Most importantly I love reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas. I guess the other stuff really doesn't matter.