I didn't realize that the butter mints could wait.

I will be the first to admit I like shiny things. I am like a fucking raccoon when it comes to shit like that. I'm a self proclaimed "sparkle-holic" if you will. I may not project this in my everyday life, but I am pretty girly. I was a huge tomboy back when I was younger. I blame my grandfather for this. He didn't have a lot of masculine energy around with 2 daughters and a gay son, so as soon as I came around I am pretty sure his mindset was something like this--"Vagina or not, this girl is going to like sports and have things in common with me, damnit!" While the blood in my veins still runs blue and orange for my Chicago Bears, I started to embrace the princess in myself when I was around 16. Being Dennis's pseudo-grandson or not; I still dreamed about my wedding day as little girl.

A little over a year ago, my dreams actually came one step closer to fruition. It wasn't the proposal I had pictured my whole life, but it was so us. It wasn't the proposal Nick has planned either. We were actually in the middle of arguing. I asked him to get me a Q-Tip. He was in our bathroom and yelled out that he couldn't find them. I was pissed because I didn't want to get up, so I ran in there and he was on one knee with those damn Q-Tips right by him. Nick asked me to marry him! And I said yes! He hadn't planned to ask me that day, so he had tied a bread tie in a circle with another one attached for the ruby.

The second after that "Yes" came out of my mouth, I started planning. A week after being engaged, I had my dress picked out, the "theme" planned, and the guest list started. This was all of course being done while having about $7.00 to my name and way more than that in debt. The little girl in me was all about planning this and getting it done! I didn't realize that the butter mints could wait. My maid of honor is still going to be there in 5 years if I want to wait. If I want someone to see me in a pretty dress and in love, then come see me karaoke on the weekend, because I soon realized--planning a wedding does not equal planning a marriage.

This blog was inspired by a night of me watching Sex and the City. It was one where Carrie and Aiden were dating and he buys her apartment building and moves in with her. She snoops through his bag and sees a ring and proceeds to vomit in the sink--- the only hint she needed that she wasn't ready! At the end of the episode, he asks her and she says yes anyways! Why? Because most girls are like me, self proclaimed "sparkle-holics" who have been waiting to say yes to that question their whole life. Anyways, it pissed me off! 

That's not why I said yes to getting married, and that is certainly why I am waiting to get married. I absolutely love my ring, yes it does sparkle, but that ring isn't going to mean shit if I rush things and say yes just because I finally have that opportunity to do so. I'd rather have a bread tie ring, sparkly or not, and a beautiful marriage with the love of my life.