Moving

This weekend was a blur of continually moving into Simon and I's new apartment and piling it all into our living room. Now comes the fun part of finding places to put all our stuff.:) Getting married is very interesting how it blends two live into one life and my stuff and his stuff into our stuff. Its going yo be a very busy few weeks until we get to the wedding, a lot of stuff to do and not a lot of time. But I know it will all get done and I am getting more and more excited.

Planning=Overrated

I have decided that this whole planning your wedding in advance stuff is just some kind of mystery that people try to tell you happens. Everyone tells me we will meet with you two weeks before the wedding and finalize everything then...it will be fine. All I have to say is the day that is two weeks before the wedding is going to be very busy.

Bloody Heck!

So I am getting into the swing of summer...being lazy, going to weddings, watching movies, going to KC randomly. And I have decided between all this incredibly stimulating activity that I wish I was closer to my parents and I am ok with being poor. I know those things don't really go together and probably don't even have the least connection. My thoughts are kind of strung around me and vaguely holding together because of all the change going on. It is so weird for me to think that I will be living with Simon in about a month instead of with one of my girlfriends, its weird how everyone is graduating and getting married including me and starting new phases of their lives. But life keeps moving and changing and I guess we just have to jump on and go with it.

My aunties

There are sometimes in life when you realize that you have some of the best family members in the world and then you wonder why you didn't realize this sooner. I went home this weekend to help my parents pack for the big move to KC. My aunts came too and I found out a few things about them: they are hilarious, they are some of the strongest women I know, and that they love me.
On Saturday they asked me where I was going on my honeymoon. I told them Lake of the Ozarks and they were like oh following in the tradition of honeymoon camping and started tell me hilarious stories of their honeymoons. Like how my aunt Kris felt like she was going to throw up the entire time because she was pregnant and they had hidden it from everyone or how my aunt melinda and uncle scott flooded a bathroom and lied to the park ranger about it. I tried to explain to them that I ddin't think my honeymoon experience was going to be quite like that because we are going to be in a condo. But then Kris said you know what you need to do on your honeymoon elissa is go fishing, some of the best moments of our life were when we were fishing. They told some more stories about bologna sandwiches, catching more fish than their husbands and how much they missed it. It was decided that Simon and I needed to take up the hobby of fishing because it would also be the best time of our life.
Saturday night, I am working away at addressing invitations, perfecting my cursive when my Aunts come storming in with two fishing poles, a huge tackle box and more bait than I have ever seen in my life. "Surprise"...now you have everything you need to go fishing on your honeymoon they tell me. I am standing there in shock because I have never really had family who desire to pass a memory on to me, it was amazing.
On Sunday when I was driving home I started crying because I realize these women who I haven't really known my entire life love me and more than that desire to give pieces of their life to me.