I Think I'm Weird...

... Or maybe I'm just..... what's the word..... Atypical, maybe??

Over the past four weeks, Steve and I have had the "Where do you want to get married?" conversation *at least* a half a dozen times. The conversation usually lasts a while... ideas are tossed around... concerns are voiced... and eventually I think we just get a little overwhelmed and give up. After all... we have plenty of time to get this done.

I ask him what he wants.... He says he wants what I want... I lovingly remind him that this IS his wedding, too... and around and around we go. The conversations are fun, but we just end up laughing our butts off, and we don't really get anywhere. Even the date is up in the air at this point!

I think I've realized that the reason it's so hard is because I'm just not a typical bride. Even the word "bride" sounds a little foreign to me. I'm not really into big, poofy dresses... I'm not a fan of ballroom receptions... and I'm not one of those girls who has been planning and dreaming of her wedding day since the age of 10. I'm just not. (Although right now I'm kind of wishing I was because it would make this whole wedding planning thing a heck of a lot easier!)

See. I'm weird.

I know it'll get a little easier once all the dust settles, and I know things will eventually start to fall into place (like I said... we have lots of time). But, right now... I kind of feel like I've just entered the Twilight Zone.

I sure hope they offer tour guides here....

Seriously?... Already??

I've been engaged for 2.5 weeks...

The stress has begun...

I am overwhelmed...

Enough said.