kate+speaks

I live, breathe, eat, sleep, wake to this wedding.

I look forward to it. I will cherish it. BUT HONESTLY… I can’t wait until its all over and I can have my life and sanity back.

Until then, I’m savoring the hell out of this at the same time.

Rest in peace MJ

I always thought you were just misunderstood and taken advantage of.

My favorite MJ song, total life mantra:

Found this at a park near the apartment. Somewhere out there is a girl who needs to talk to someone.

Ahhh i am so going to cry at our wedding.

Its gonna get ugly folks. REAL UGLY.

Perspective:

I have come to the realization/conclusion/philosophy that I will no longer let anyone or their actions (or lack of actions) give me stress for the wedding and/or on the wedding day.

As long as i’m ready to go… and he’s alive waiting at the altar. I’m good.

THAT IS ALL.

Thanks work!

I am already exhausted after two full weeks at work, it doesn’t help that my brain doesn’t get to rest until 1am. However, I remembered the true perks of working… BUYING POWER!

I’d like to thank my current employer for paying me some good cheddar so I could buy these bad ass girls:

Can you believe I manage to wear heels to work twice a week? WTF right? Nothing ever this high, but I’ve finally figured out once secret to wearing high heels, make sure they wrap around your ankle, that way they don’t fall off… it seems simple enough, but I’m a sucker for pumps and my feet are not exactly the same size. Most of the time my feet are struggling to take a step without loosing a shoe. I have since discovered that my vintage high heel boots are my favorite, cause they’ll never fall off!

Why struggle in heels anyway? Well, cause I can… and I reserve the right to be ultra feminine once in a while. The priviledge of being a female allows you to alter your height, complexion, and vast wardrobe. I complain, but its fun being a girl for the most part (although catch me pmsing or fearing childbirth and I’ll tell you a different story).

I swear……my head is about to explode into millions.

Planning a wedding from scratch is NO FUGGGIN JOKE. There are so many details to think about, so many vendors to talk to, an unexpected number of guests to account for, shit you cannot even comprehend on a daily basis like… “make sure you tell the florist to send my bouquet to the room at about 2pm so I can have photos with it” or “please make sure Jeff picks up the leis before he comes to the condo and we’ll keep it in the fridge, but don’t forget them before we leave to walk to the ceremony.”

No one can really help except my wedding coordinator, there is just too much and there is no point reiterating your wishes to other people just so they can reiterate them to someone else. Plus, if you want it done right…. do it yourself.

I can’t even function properly, we’re three weeks away, and almost two weeks from leaving.

Although in the end, its going to be all worth it.

Holy crap this wedding is going to be the death of me.

I have been employed since last week and I’m thinking it will continue until I leave for Hawaii.

I am so glad we have a wedding planner…. SO GLAD!

Its kind of nice to hold cash again. Its pretty amazing to buy Thai takeout for $18.25 hand the guy a twenty dollar bill and say “keep the change.”

Welcome to the good life…

They said: “Clock out at 3 tomorrow, but put 8 hours on your timesheet. Our work day ends at 3pm on Fridays in the Summer, its a company thing.”

WOW. I hit gold. Please keep me forever.