Holy Crap I Should Be Asleep
Ryan and I are up geeking out about his website and mine and CMS's and... oh lord I need to be asleep because I'm getting married in 12 hours and 45 minutes. Crap.
-Jon
Trying to Find the Words…
I'm about to get hitched. In fact, that's exactly what I asked my bride-to-be if she wanted. None of the romantic, "Would you be my wife," "Would you do me the honor of," nope, I hit her with, "So... you wanna get hitched?" As I reclined on the couch watching How It's Made... now... I'm not so callous as to think that that would be appropriate, except the ring had been dangling on the dog's collar for a good long while (since before dinner) and she had been giving me a hard time about when I would propose. Would her finding the ring earlier changed the proposal? I probably wouldn't have been lounging on the couch... beyond that, who knows. I swear to all that's good in the world, I had not a clue as to what I was going to say to her when she found the ring. I figured that by jumping into the deep end, putting the ring somewhere she'd be sure to find it (eventually) and waiting for it to happen, I'd figure out the right words to say.
Which brings us to less that 48 hours from now, I still don't know if my vows are right. I don't know if they're close to right. I think it's a 50-50 call that I might just get up in front of friends and family and declare my undying love for this woman without a script. Which would be foolish, exceptionally so... but still... Might happen.
Ahh well... at least in a couple of days I no longer have to worry about the wedding. Just the marriage. Which will be a whole different ball of wax.
-Jon
17 16 Days
I've not got long to go now. Just about 2 weeks exactly... so, I'm a bit freaked completely, and ready to jump out of my skin. Not because I'm going to get married, that's not worrying in the slightest (that I am now going to be (because of some insane sense of machismo that has somehow managed to implant itself in me from who knows where) responsible for making sure that my wife can eat and that our house doesn't fall down (which, interestingly enough -- not doing such a good job on that house not falling down thing right now, but that's another show)... that's a whole different stress). Woah. Very parenthetical just then...
No, my stress is not so much from the getting married, it's the what do I say to someone that I'm getting married to? How best do I tell her just how much I love her and what it is, exactly, that I promise that I will (or won't) do in our marriage? Yeah, writing my vows. What a pain in the ass. I'm good at prattling on about how frustrating something is, but... actually writing out how I feel? Not so much my strong suit.
Anyways, I'm about seventeen versions in, I started (mostly) over today, and now I'm severely doubting what I wrote today. So, you know, that's sweet. Anwyays, I'm going to go watch Fringe on Hulu. It's weird -- like X-Files / Lost weird. Might like it, might not. Let's go find out.
-Jon
Bikes Rock… uh, Roll Really.
So I've been riding my bike a lot lately. Although, not in an A.D.D. kind of way, in a need to get in shape and stop panting when I walk up five flights of stairs. Well, really I just want to look good in a tux in a couple of months. Anyways, I just went on this ride today. Kicked my bootah. Kicked it hard.
Can't think, still panting. Must go sweat somewhere.
-Jon
A Night Away
I'm out and about tonight. Not in a social sense (although, that too), but in a "not at home" sense. It's kinda making me crazy. I've never really been one that gets tied to staying somewhere, be it Cleveland, the house I was in during middle and high school, the dorms, even the Burdick house wasn't about staying there as the people and stuff to do. I've always liked staying in hotels, even for a week at a time. Until, that is, recently.
I don't know if it's part of being in a near-marriage, or if it's just that I'm completely co-dependant (after looking it up it doesn't seem quite accurate... but, whatever... I'm tired and not willing to find a more appropriate term. Bite me), but I just don't like going to bed without her next to me. It's just not comfortable. Is it possible that this is love? Could it be that I have simply grown accustom to her rolling on top of me while we sleep, stealing the covers and pushing me over so that I can only occupy 2 feet of horizontal space on the bed? ... ... ... you know... now that I write all that out, it doesn't seem nearly as nice as I meant it... heh...
Seriously though, I do miss it, and will miss it tonight. Mostly, however, I miss the few minutes that we get every night we're together to make fun of the dog, chat for a few about whatever happens to be on my mind (tonight it was Iron Man and the full-on geek-chubby I have for that movie right now), and maybe a little full-on cuddle time (yes. I cuddle. What's it to you?) Fortunately I got the chat time, which I was honestly getting a little antsy about. Which is very atypical for me. Usually I'm the master of cool... ... or at least apathy, and I don't get worked up about shit to bad, but I was getting all sorts of anxious about not getting to talk to her. I guess it's a good thing that we're going to be married, eh?
And apropos of nothing, here are five cats that look like Wilford Brimly.
-Jon
It's Real. It's Official.
So, yesterday I had the day off with B and we decided to get some shit done for the wedding. If what she tells me is correct (and I should actually know this for sure because I was there when it was done, except I wasn't paying as much attention as she was) we've figured out the flowers for the wedding. Of course by "we" I mean "she" and figured out I mean they're purchased, signed sealed and (all but) delivered. Which is awesome, because the less we have to deal with for the wedding later, the better.
We also worked on the whole "Jon needs to get a ring" thing yesterday and... good golly Miss Molly, we got it nailed. We had been looking on various websites at ring styles for dudes, and Titanium Era seems like just about the best place we could find to look at a variety of styles. After looking there on and off for a few months, we decided to go out to the mall and see what they have there. And they all have the same things, the same styles, and the same makers (as the other stores in the mall at least).
We saw a bunch of different styles, and only a small handful that we both liked, until we saw this one (only we saw it in Tungsten Carbide at the mall). It was simple, almost a standard classic band with just that little bit of a twist. That little something that made it stand out without screaming "OH MY GOD I'M A RING BUT I'M DIFFERENT!!!!! I liked it, she liked it... it pretty much matched her ring even though it's titanium and her's is gold... so... gosh darn it... we got it.
Well... we ordered it, and it'll be here with in 9 business days. And I'm... well... I'm really excited about it. I've never been a jewelry guy (I can't even wear a watch without trying to gnaw my arm off like a fox in a bear trap), but I am really excited about having something that proclaims to the hoards of wanton and willing women that accost me every day, "Hey ladies. I appreciate it, but I'm only window shopping these days. My balls are in a purse across town."
So... We'll see how I do with just a ring come October. I'm really looking forward to the whole thing... and we're a less than six months and counting. Sheesh... this year is flying by...
-Jon
Keepin' it Real
Jon and Rebecca Keep it Real.com (spaces added to keep it real) is now live and official. Seriously, I've been laughing about the domain name for five minutes.
-Jon
P.S. Read the section on the wedding party. It's had the most attention (so far).
P.P.S. Also: the spaces can be reworked to make it "Jon an Dre bec Cake epitre Al.com" But I don't know what that means.
Ahhh… I get it.
I figured out why comments aren't working. I also don't care enough to actually fix it. Therefore, I'm turning them off until I get off my ass to make a new site that actually, you know, works. So, in other news, I dropped off the deposit check to the site of the Wedding/Reception today. And, for all my talk about not looking forward to planning a wedding, really.. it's going to be fun. Stressful fun, but fun.
In other news, I accidentally shaved my goatee. It's been quite a few years since I last went without the so-called chin pubes, and it's a little weird to be able to see my, you know, face. I'm probably going to let it come back, but who knows. Maybe I'll just go for a soul patch, or even a mustache! Hells yeah. Wait. No. Yes. A mustache with a soul patch!!! It's just crazy enough to work.
-Jon
B and Jokes
My fiancé is out of this world good at telling jokes. It's not that the delivery is good, it's usually fairly normal. It's not that the jokes she chooses to tell are particularly funny or relevant, they're usually things you've heard before. Her secret lies in here ability to forget every single important detail of a joke and then to tell it so unabashadly wrong that it become so much more than it ever was before. Especially once you've hear six versions of the same joke.
You want an example? Alright, here you go. Original (pick up line): "Is your father a butcher? Cuz it looks like you got two fine hams stuffed down your pants." It's not that funny. It's cheesy and lame, wouldn't ever work for it's supposed purpose, but it's still amusing. Here are the variations that I remember:
- "Is your father a butcher? Cuz you got some fine ham in your pocket."
- "It looks like you have pigs in a blanket... .. .. DAMNIT!
- "It looks like you've got two fried hams." "Uh... ... did you just say fried hams?!?" "... .... ... ...... I didn't mean to."
-Jon
There is a Longer Version
There is a longer version of this story, and if you want to hear it, I'll tell you in person. This is the medium version:
So... I've been going out with B for just about exactly a year now. A few weeks ago she ceased being my girlfriend and started the wonderful adventure of being my fiance. This is a weird thing for me. Because I'm surprised I found someone who would voluntarily spend the rest of their life with me. ... ... or, at least, someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, etc, etc... So. We got engaged. After me getting all sorts of shit about, "When are you going to get the ring?" "Do you have a plan?" "My finger is cold and lonely." Seriously, the whole time... the ring was hanging on our dog's collar. It was ridiculous.
Anyways, I can't really say how excited I am or how much I'm dreading the various wedding planning activities I know will be coming up. I do hope that it'll be as easy as she thinks it's going to be, but... frankly, I'm doubting it'll be quite so stress free. We're hoping to get it all together and all that in about a year, so hopefully you'll come. If... you know, you get invited to what will no doubt become known far and wide as the social event of 2008.
-Jon