I’m being productive… really!
I heart Excel. I’ve typed up everyone that I think needs and invite, I’ve checked it with Moms list and it matches. I need Jeff’s moms list and then I’m ready to starts culling it. I have everyone on my list classified into one of three catagories. A = People who MUST get an invite. No if’’s, and’s, or but’s they get an invite. This is family only. B= Friends that I really want to be there but if I simply have to cut some out they go before the A’s. C= people I feel a mild obligation to send an invite too. Mostly these are cousins that I’m not particularly close too. Basically they are the red shirts of my guest list. When the shooting starts they go down first.
… Man I should have started thinking of my guest list in terms of Star Trek earlier. It amuses me so.
But back to the C’s. Its not that I don’t like them, I do, quiet a bit, but like I said in the post before this, I can have 60 people max and I would rather have friends there that really care, rather than family who, while they love me as family, never quiet got me. I wish I could invite everyone and their brother to my wedding so I wouldn’t have to leave anyone out and could share with everyone, but that is just not economically feasible. Besides, I think they are all grown-up enough to understand.
I also worked on the decorating ideas for the ceremony and reception. My inspiration is the idea of a Blustery Day. I’m going to take galoshes and fill them with soil and flowers, and I think I might do the same with an umbrella. I think that would look really cool. An open umbrella sitting on the ground filled with flowers. Of course that is a very springy type theme, while March 15th is technically still winter. But then its not 100% that I’ll get married on March 15th. Mom thinks I should wait until April when it will be a little warmer. She has a point but… the ides of march! Carrie and Laura where over yesterday and we were joking about wedding favors that I could hand out. I could write mine and Jeff’s name and the date on those little plastic knives that when you stab someone the blade slides into the hilt. I think that would be kind of cool. I haven’t said that to Mom yet but I am pretty sure she’ll say No. I know she’s just trying to be the voice of reason, trying to keep me from doing things that 10 years from now I’ll regret, and ask why no one stopped me, but sometimes you just want to dream and reason gets in the way.