If the ring fits...

I'm a new mother-in-law!

Zach and Ali got married on Saturday. They were going to wait until March, but with Zach's new job as an oil rig supervisor, they had to speed things up so she could be added to his insurance. I couldn't be happier!

It's every parent's hope to see their kids become successful and find a good person to share their lives with. I've gotten both, plus a wonderful new daughter. Zach hasn't had an easy road to walk and really deserves all the happiness in the world. It's so great that things are coming together for these two!!! One down, four to go...

Dalton and I finally found our wedding rings last night.

I've been more than a little stressed out that the wedding is so close and we still don't have rings. After weeks of looking online, I still really hadn't seen anything I liked.

We had to go to the mall last night for Katie to get her best friend a birthday present, so we decided to check out a few jewelry stores.

Nothing.

We went to three different stores and not only did I not see anything I liked, nothing fit. They told us it would take from one to four weeks to get rings sized and returned. That was no bueno.

On our way through the mall to find another shop, we passed a sterling silver stand. Dalt stopped and backed up to look at their rings and I immediately saw one I liked. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. The first ring Dalt tried didn't fit, but then the guy brought out the one that matched mine, and it fit perfectly!

As Dalt always says, "It was meant to be."

Rip Van Winkle had the right idea

Today is my day off. I should be catching up on a million things, but I have discovered that sleep is the only thing I really ever catch up on anymore. I could sleep for days.

We have decided to unplan the wedding of the century. We are going to keep it simple. JP's office and dinner, then a quiet weekend at home.

I am once again at a crossroads. I am so sick of these things. Now I have to decided whether to go into management with Walgreens or take an EMT course in the spring. Either way it goes, I won't be writing. I'm sick of not having any money, so I'll probably do the management thing.

Now, back to my sleeping.

The runaway bride, er... wedding, I mean

My unplanned wedding seems to be getting more planned every day.

It started as an elopement, turned into an at-home family affair, and has now evolved into a catered, full-blown outdoor extravaganza. Yippee-skippee.

My sweetie's last wedding experience was lots of money and lots of RSVP's that didn't show up, so he is estimating a low number of attendees. My experience has been that for every one person who says they're coming, three show up.

Whether we like it or not, some forethought is called for in this situation.

I hate when that happens.