Monday, March 23, 2009

With This List

Question: What do business travel and registering for wedding gifts have in common?

Answer: Nothing.

Just kidding. I have another answer…

Answer: Both sound really cool, but actually suck. Both are stressful, time consuming, and involve navigating crowds of people who are in my way. Assholes.

MM and I registered yesterday after two months of me saying things like, “We really need to register,” and “Seriously, we have to register.”

I know. It’s like blasphemy. This is the day every girl dreams of; the day she forces her future mister into a fancypants department store to spend five hours of their collective life to hemming and hawing over china patterns and pointing a scanner gun at every salad plate, wine glass, bath mat, and hand towel in sight.

Registering began in the olden days when people got married at 19 and didn’t live together in sin, and they could afford to buy a house because the country wasn’t in the crapper and daddy was footing the bill for the wedding anyway. Something about making sure the bride had all the tools she needed to be a good and proper housewife. I’m making this up.

But it’s all true!

At least for us, it’s a little different. I’m closing in on 30; he’s 32. He’s already been through this once, and I’ve lived on my own since I was 22. We have an apartment together that is filled with furniture (some of which isn’t hand-me-down or garage sale). We have decent stuff, good knives, some nice cookware, more wine glasses than God. Our entertaining consists of filling the house with people who want to watch a football game, which isn't exactly a fine china affair. And really, at what point will we be hosting Christmas dinner? Not anytime soon.

Least I not be misunderstood, I am all for the gift giving. We actually do need a few things, but the task became daunting when I decided that I wanted to be “strategic” about registering. I wanted to make sure that I knew what we needed and what we wanted before we went nutso in Crate and Barrel adding every last crappy kitchen gadget to our registry. Bedding. Definitely. New Towels. Yes. A few choice kitchen appliances. Check.

But then I freaked. Why? One word: Commitment. I felt like I was locking myself into decorating my house based on the color towel I (“we”) chose. What if I don’t like green towels a year from now? Then the opportunity to register would have been wasted. Oh the horror.

It really did stump me for awhile. I mean, I’m not putting together a house for the first time. I have defined what “my style” means… to me anyway. I know what I like, and it can’t be summed up in one or two stores.

I knew I had options. There are online registries that allow you to pull items from any website. I chose not to go that route, and instead--ever the traditionalist--I chose a department store and a home goods store. And once I got started, it wasn’t too hard especially after I actually sorted it all out online. I decided that having a set of matching towels was more important than the actual color, and if I like green, I like green. Fuck it. It’s a towel.

In truth, this wedding is highlighting out my lack of ability to make a decision and stick with it. The only thing I haven't wavered on is the groom (which I suppose is a good thing). And while I think I'm fairly grounded in the idea that this is about marrying MM and us spending the rest of our lives together, I can't help but stress over the idea that, "Oh God this is my only chance and will I regret it if I don't register for a KitchenAid Mixer?"

That's totally insane. Writing this post has helped me realize that. Thanks blog.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Executive Decisions

The time has come.

Race Season 2009

March 29: Shamrock Shuffle

May 2: Indy Mini-Marathon

August 2: Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon (formerly the Chicago Distance Classic)

October 11: Chicago Marathon

So, yes. I’m a little short on races--and no triathlons this year--but I think this is plenty considering that the wedding is August 22. Thank god that doesn’t interfere with any major races in the area. I know... I checked. It’s a disease.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

In Search of the Groove

Oh mah gawd, she’s alive.

Yes. I have been remiss in blogging since… oh let’s see… late 2008, early 2009. I am well aware of my unintentional, unannounced hiatus. And, I admittedly have wondered more than a few times if perhaps this party is over.

But who am I kidding? If there’s a party, chances are I’ll stay too late and drink too much. So, I’m here until you kick me out, which isn’t going to happen because this is my house.

Unfortunately, like my poor tired, drunk partying self, you can’t expect too much from me. Not right now, and I really don’t know why, but it is what is it (as they say) and I figure eventually one of these days I’ll be back to regular posting. I’m just not sure when that will happen.

I was talking to Meg and @ about this on Tuesday during a 5 mile run on the lakefront path. Usually when I run, particularly when I run alone, I write in my head. These eloquent brain musings generally become the basis for my next greatest blog ever. But lately, my brain isn’t writing. It’s overloaded and mixed up and often it doesn’t know which way to turn. It’s like my head is drowning in information--mostly messy work situation stuff (long story).

But the sad news (or the happy news?) is that I have so much to share! There is so much new and exciting, and I can’t wrap my head around four paragraphs to share it with you. This sucks. I want to share! I heart sharing!

OK two quick things now that I’m on a roll. No… three:

1) We moved the wedding to Michigan. Details later, but MM and I are thrilled with the change. We’re getting married at the bed & breakfast where we went on our first vacation together as a couple. Ah romance.
2) A long time ago--a year ago--I wrote about the Bar Method. I’m doing it now. It’s hard as hell, and I love it. Well, as much as you can love pain. You know. More on this to come.
3) I signed up to be a writing tutor to a high school student. It’s through this group called Posse Chicago, and the training session is tonight. This is all part of my plan to get some experience teaching as I move into my next (hopefully) career. Usually when I have to go to info sessions and crap after work, I’m mildly annoyed. I’m actually excited about this one.

I promise I'll be back with more... sooner rather than later.