Don't look down on me for googling my fiance. People ought to be impressed I made it this far into our relationship without succumbing to the urge. Actually ... if I would have had the urge, I would have succumbed, but it just occurred to me today that I would like to know what dogpile.com thinks of my fiance.

It's weird that I say I googled him even though I used dogpile.com. It's like asking for a Kleenex even though they're Puffs. Makes me feel sorry for the Puffs.

But apparently, the love of my life has been selling himself online.

2. Nathan For Sale
Low Priced Nathan. Huge Selection!
That is copied verbatim from the search results. I also found out that he got second place in the swimming segment of a triathlon in Huntsville several years ago, and I found an old blog by a girl who posts pictures of herself in a bikini who went to his graduation party. (But not in the bikini.) And I found a really nerdy picture of him at Boys State way back when.

I love him!

P.S. After googling myself and only finding one (1) website that was actually referring to ME personally (a letter I wrote to the editor of our newspaper last month), I have decided that too many other women are walking around with my name and I'll have to change it.

craziness with planning. i always swore i'd never be one of those girls whose wedding planning consumes her life (and checkbook). i have learned: even a simple wedding takes money and time. unless you want an ugly wedding -- those you can get for pretty cheap.

most people spend 20,000 or more on their weddings. that blows my mind. that's a down payment.

if you would have told me a year ago that i'd be doing this, i'd have laughed in your face. i didn't even WANT to fall in love. and here i am feeling depressed because i'm not going to see my fiance for a couple of weeks. SEE what love reduces one to??

in fairness, while being in love has reduced me to nothing, it also makes me feel like twice the person i was before. go figure. all of a sudden, i know why people use cliches.

and every time Miss Independent comes on the radio, my fiance gets this satisfied look on his face.

My life has become so frighteningly domestic lately. Were I a lesser woman, I'd feel my rights were being infringed upon and my independence was being compromised.

As it stands, I'm totally down with the fact that I spent my entire day homeschooling children, doing laundry, ironing, cooking, cleaning up after children, etc.

HIGH POINT OF THE DAY: Standing in the kitchen making calzones (to freeze, for dinner next week of course), having an impromptu contest with my younger brothers to see who could conjure up the evilest voice. Winner: Me, by a longshot. Runner-up: My youngest brother Daniel, who looks innocent but can summon the voice of a demon frighteningly easily.

TIMES I'VE USED THE WORD "FRIGHTENINGLY" IN THIS POST: Twice.

LOW POINT OF THE DAY: Dropping a port-a-crib on my toe.

Speaking of frightening(ly), I saw the movie The Ring a couple of years ago and have had experienced paranoia, ranging from mild to extreme, ever since. The question is, should I watch The Ring II? My body says YES but my mind says NO.

I'm scared, I'm going to bed.

A year ago today I was on a roadtrip in Italy with three friends. We played tricks on Roman soldiers, and snuck around Venice at 3am, climbing walls and edging along canals, all burglar-like and got lost in Rome and Milan. We received speeding and parking tickets from Italian law enforcement, almost got arrested on a boat in Venice, and illegally crossed the border into Switzerland minus one of our passports.

Today I homeschooled my younger siblings and am about to go sew up Thumbles, my brother's stuffed monkey.

And people wonder why I don't write as often as I used to.*



*Not to be taken as a discontented gripe about my current circumstances. I chose them. But still, writing material and inspiration elude me in these monotonous days.