Remind me again why I chose to do an outdoor wedding…

Let me tell you one thing. Banking on good weather is pretty stressful. The weather this whole week has been perfect. I mean, I don’t think you could get any more perfect. Sunny, cool, non-humid, wonderful. All I can think everyday is “Man, if the weather is just like this on Friday, the wedding will be perfect.”

But here I am, checking weather.com every hour to see if there are any changes. Right now it says there is a 40% chance of PM Thunderstorms! Not cool! Effin’ A! Normally, on any other day, I would dismiss 40% as too low, and assume that it would not rain. But now, 40% seems like the biggest percentage I can imagine right now. If you convert 40% into years, that’s kind of old to me. Not good.

Please, if anyone reads this, and I don’t know if anyone does, pray for the weather to be good. PRAY FOR NO RAIN!!. It can pour down at 8:00 pm if it wants to, but pray that it holds off!

*crosses fingers*

T-Minus 7 Days…

I get married next Friday.

Did you catch that?

I get married next Friday.

No longer will I be Shanna Michelle Wooten, the person I’ve been for 22 years. Starting next Friday, I’ll be Shanna Michelle Jones, the person I’ll be for the rest of my life.

I must admit, planning this wedding almost entirely by myself was not something I enjoyed. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that I just plain disliked planning this thing. I’m a perfectionist, and I stess out about the smallest things, and those two personality charactistics, when combined, do not make for a fun experience in wedding planning. I mean, I got shingles in 3rd grade because I was stressing out so much about my grades. Who gets shingles in 3rd grade? Shingles is for old people, right?

Anyway, from the moment I began planning this wedding, I have been worrying and stressing out over it, trying to make sure everything is taken care of, and everything goes perfectly. But right now, I’m to the point that I don’t care if it goes perfectly or not. I just want it to go. What if it rains on the wedding day, and it’s an outdoor wedding? I don’t care. We’re getting married that day, one way or another. What if some little detail doesn’t go according to plan? I don’t care. I’m emotionally, physically, and metally exhausted at this point. I’m just trying to get through the next few days.

I don’t even know where I’m going with all of this. It’s just a bunch of jumbled up, random thoughts. That’s what my brain has been like for the past month or so. I’ll be thinking about one thing, and something about that spark another thing, and before I know it, my mind is going in 10 different directions.

All I can say, is I’m ready to be sitting in the window seat of United Airlines flight to Seattle Washington, on Saturday, September 20. Maybe then I can relax and ENJOY the wonder of marriage.