Okay, I’m all randy today.
I have ants in my pants of many different varieties, including summer, chores, I need to exercise, I had a pb&j from Potbelly so as not to eat any meat, its busy at work and also…the wedding.
I wanted to spout off a few things that are sticking in my ant-filled craw:
It is not “My Day.” This is a wedding day; it is “our day”, not MY day. I don’t need a day, or want a day. This is not about getting my make up done or growing out my hair for the wedding. This is not about me, it is about us. I’ve never really understood that whole thing about it being the bride’s day. I just never understood that.
Now, on the other hand, my birthday? Well that’s MY day. Ha! But true. Gotta love a Leo.
I just want to marry John. That’s all I want to do. Sometimes the spectacle surrounding it scares me.
When everyone told me it was going to escalate, they weren’t lying.
Anyway, I just needed to get those things out.
We had a nice weekend in Wisco, we met the new nephew, and he was quite a charmer. We saw him for a few flashes while he was being shipped from bed to boob to car, but he looks just like his daddy.
The weather was so beautiful but outside was overrun with mosquitoes, which was really annoying, we’d take Remo out in and in two seconds it was like a swarm, it was pretty bad. That blows, because John’s parents house is so lovely and the woods and walks and all that stuff…but beautiful weekend anyway.
Nice to be home, nice to have summer mornings.
I did pretty well on the meat eating, I had dodge John’s mom a few times, but nothing bad. I did have a cheeseburger and a ham sammitch yesterday, but when I consider all the meat I could have eaten…sausages and brats and additional burgers…I think I did pretty well. It’s an interesting experiment so far.
Anyway, glad to be home.
4 comments:
i think sometimes people say it's the bride's day because it's been a stereotype (and sometimes a well deserved one) that guys do NOT give a flying shit about all the stuff that goes into a stereotypical wedding.
what kind of flowers? what kind of cake? what church? what sort of dress? how many bridesmaids? what color scheme? (i didn't know you were "supposed" to have a color scheme.) what will the invitations look like? where will the reception be? what kind of food? and so on and so on .... also because i think some people and families use this as some weird ass measure to impress their friends/society or to show how well they're doing.
the stereotype is guys are like .. yeah, yeah, let's get married, i just want my best friend/brother to stand next to me. who cares about anything else?
so, i think that's why it has been made out to be a "bride's day" for so long.
*that is, stand on the --other-- side of me.
OMG I totally agree with you. I hated when people said that to me. I also don't like "we're pregnant" no you aren't. Just the wife is.
LOL Crescent, that made me laugh out loud. Yes, exactly.
And smuss, I bet that's exactly what it is, and I know lots of women who absolutely tell their men to stay out of it! Which is great!
It's just amazing how different it is for everyone, and how it means so many different things.
Ugh.
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