Wedding Woes

Weddings are very deceiving. I say this because they trick the ordinary guest into believing that the bride and groom showed up and everything needed to have said wedding just magically appeared. Or maybe little elves came in the night before and decorated the venue and kidnapped caterers, DJs, bakers, photographers, etc. I mean, that’s how I thought things happened. 

Boy was I wrong.

I can honestly say that I never imagined how expensive a wedding is, and I’ve really been trying to do things the inexpensive way. Case in point: renting tablecloths for the reception cost about $250. That’s definitely an expense that I did not figure into my wedding budget. But alas, it’s something that had to be purchased, so I didn’t really have a choice. Chairs for the ceremony were also about $260. Man. Every little detail that goes into a wedding is expensive. Every detail. 

So that’s how I find myself with $98 in our wedding account, and I still have to pay for flowers, invitations, programs, and any other unforeseen expenses. Here’s to weddings, especially my own.

How much is that doggy in the window…

There are few things in life that make me happier than a cute puppy. In fact, the only thing I can think of that could be any better would by my own cute puppy. I know that this is the most impractical time in my life to get a puppy. I know that; I really do. But the bottom line is I want a puppy. And honestly, I think the best quality a puppy owner could have is to really want that puppy more than anything. And buddy, I’m there. 

 

Now, I’ve had puppies and dogs my whole life. But these puppies and dogs were outside puppies and dogs. They weren’t allowed inside the house (except for the time Lucky got attacked by coyotes, and then Dad let him stay in the laundry room), they weren’t allowed in the vehicles (unless it was a truck bed), and they never even had collars or a leash or a gold medallion that read “Sparky Jones” (because this will be my puppy’s name). But I’m 22, going on 23. Almost married. Newly graduated. About to start a new job. I think the safe thing right now is to just get a puppy while everything is changing. I mean, I don’t want to grow complacent in my new life and then decide that a puppy would just intrude on what I have going on at the time. Nah. Let’s get Sparky Jones right now. I want a little collar with a gold medallion, and a leash so that I can take him to a park, and a little crate to keep him in during the day while he’s anticipating me coming home from, and to take him on a drive with the windows rolled down a little bit on both back doors so he can run back and forth from one to the other, feeling the rush of summer air on his little bearded, Schnauzer face. 

 

Sparky Jones, I’m ready for you. Are you ready for me?

Let’s tally it up…

4 years of college at UCA: $50,000
5 semesters of Alpha Sigma Alpha: $3500
4 years worth of gasoline for trips back home: $1700
1 trip to London: $6000

Having new experiences, developing my own thoughts and views, and understanding that there is more to life than hanging around Hartford, AR after high school graduation: PRICELESS.  

 

Once again…

…I succumb to the world of blogging. Third blog, third blog provider/server/whatever it’s called. Third times a charm, right? Or maybe it’s three strikes, you’re out. I guess it depends on whether your an optimist or a pessimist. Unfortunately, I’m the former. But I think I’m going to try to go against my pessimistic tendencies and hope for the best for this little blog. Here’s to hoping I don’t lost interest, and that I make semi-regular posts, and that my life is interesting enough to write about. Here’s to blogging.