I just told Aaron that we fail at our own blog.  We are a failblog.  When we made our blog (and paid fifteen dollars for the domain), we said that we would write on it all of the time.  Oops.  I guess the blog keeps moving down the to-do list.  And the to-do list seems to grow longer every day.  I thought that once I was on break from school for six weeks I would have extra time to think about wedding plans, go Christmas shopping, register for gifts, and catch up on random things like cleaning out my closet.  None of that has happened yet.

I know that you are all curious about our wedding plans.  Well, I am assuming that only because at least five people ask me about them every week.  Don’t worry- I don’t mind.  I happen to be curious about our wedding plans too.  Or lack of them thereof.

I would say that our wedding is “planned” for the most part.  At least Aaron and I are on the same page about everything.  We are just too busy to sit down and work on it.  We are both so focused on the day right in front of us.  We think along the lines of “What absolutely has to get done today?  This week?  This month?”  The wedding plans don’t really fall into any of those categories.  How unfortunate for them.

I am sure they will get back at us for all the days we have ignored them.  They will sneak up on us and we will realize we barely have enough time to finish them.  We only have 179 days as it is.  Sometimes that seems like forever.  Right now it seems like tomorrow.

We are planning to accomplish a majority of the wedding plans before I go back to school in January.  I will be too busy student teaching next semester to think about a June wedding.

For now, here is what we have:

1. 200 pretty (and cheap!) invitations still in their boxes
2. An officiant (thanks, Jimmy)
3. A date and time
4. A beautiful ceremony/reception site (waterfront, lots of flowers, green grass, trees, etc.)
5. Color scheme
6. Two giant white tents
7. A place for guests to park
8. A wedding party
9. A gorgeous, white dress
10. Round and rectangle tables (thanks, Journey)
11. A handsome suit jacket, black pants, and belt for Aaron

That doesn’t seem like a long list.  Keep in mind those are just the things set in stone.  Everything else is just waiting to be bought, rented, or reserved.  That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

I don’t think we will have trouble planning our entire wedding in less than six months.  Of course, maybe I am just a strange girl.  I have not dreamed about my fantasy wedding since I was five.  I did not even think about it when Aaron and I were dating.  I didn’t even have a clue about what kind of engagement ring I wanted.  That’s weird, right?  I mean, I care about all this stuff, but I really only want to marry Aaron.  I absolutely hate to make decisions, and I don’t understand when people tell Aaron jokingly, “It’s best for you to just stay out of it.”  I mean, it is our wedding.  He has every right to help plan what it will look like.  Besides, if he didn’t help me, we would probably not even have a wedding.  Mainly because I would never be able to make any decisions, and I would finally get so overwhelmed that we would just drive downtown to the courthouse.  Although, I don’t think either of us would mind that at all.  Our parents might.

Maybe I am a little weird, but this is what I call weird:

One day a couple months ago Aaron and I were shopping at the Gap.  We were purchasing our merchandise at the cash register, and the Gap employee noticed my ring.  She asked if we were engaged, and we said that we were.  She told us that she was engaged too.  She asked when we were getting married.  We told her we were getting married in June.  Then she said, “Oh!  I’m getting married in June too!  But we’re getting married next June.  In 2011.  My fiancé wanted to get married this June, but I said that I could never plan a wedding in less than a year!  He’s crazy!”

I looked at her, nodded, and smiled as I thought to myself, You’re the one that’s crazy!! Who needs two years to plan a wedding that lasts two hours?!  I know that there is a lot to do, but seriously?!

If I had said that to Aaron, he probably would have broken up with me.

Therefore, I am certain that our wedding will be gorgeous and perfect and come together in 179 days.  If it doesn’t, you can meet us at the courthouse on June 11^th.  We will be the happiest people in the world nonetheless. 

One more thing:  This blog was completely random and pointless.

For the past week or so, I have been having dreams about weddings and wedding plans.

Some of the dreams have been good.  Some of them have been bad.  Some have been just plain weird.

Last night I had a dream that I took a trip to the McDonalds near Campbell University (where I go to school) with Aaron and both of our families.  But, we were not going there to eat.  We were going there because Aaron and I were getting married at McDonalds.  (What?!)

When we got there, we went inside.  In my dream, the only reason I was hesitant about this location was because this McDonalds was about one hour away from all of our friends at Journey.  And it was thirty minutes from my house, where our reception was going to be.  (I was apparently not hesitant about the flies, dirty floors, greasy smell, and everything else that you experience at McDonalds.  In my dream, the McDonalds seemed like a perfectly wonderful place to get married.)

Anyway, as we walked in, I told my mother about my qualms, and she assured me everything would be fine.  People would come to my wedding even if they had to drive an hour.  And they would not mind driving thirty minutes to the reception.  I had a hard time believing her.

My wedding was such a big deal that they had closed the McDonalds just so we could tour the facility.

A McDonalds employee came out to greet us.  She did not look too happy that she was the one that had to show us around.

She told us they would clear out the tables, chairs, and benches so there would be room for an aisle, and they would provide chairs for people to sit in.  The kitchen would be closed as well.

She took us to where Aaron and I would stand.  I stood there and looked around.

I turned to my mother and asked if there was any possible way we could do this at the McDonalds right by my house.  I was really worried that this one was too far away.

My mother said no.  Unfortunately, this was the only McDonalds that performed weddings.

That’s really all I remember about my dream.  I guess it was more like a nightmare.  I have no idea what made my brain think up that insane scenario.  I mean, I haven’t even eaten anything from McDonalds in weeks…

Also, just in case you’re worried, we are definitely not getting married at McDonalds.  Even if it’s close to home.