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Well, I guess that’s one way to get health insurance

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Within the next 90 days, I will be getting married and moving to Finland.  Me, stressed?  Why on earth would you think that?

If you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know that Beau has an opportunity to move to Finland.  We discussed it at length, and we agreed that I would move with him.  After some investigating, we determined that in order for me to move with him, we had to have lived together for two years.  Or have a child together.  Or be married.

After another lengthy discussion, we made the decision to get married.  We both agree that we would have been at that point in the near future, but circumstances have sped up the timeline.

Let me tell you, planning a wedding in 40 days is not lacking any stress.

After a week of tossing and turning and literally losing sleep (on my part), we have a venue and a date.  After another week, I’m still searching for a dress, whereas he picked out a suit in five minutes and will have it hanging in his closet in five to seven days.  Still working on the caterer, the decorations, the cake, the flowers, and, oh yeah, the invites still haven’t gone out.  My mom has been an absolute lifesaver through all this, and is doing so much coordinating for me.  I don’t know what I would do without her – I’d probably be a heap on the floor somewhere.

Of course, through all this, I’m trying to empty my condo, find space for my stuff at his house, have a yard sale to get rid of the rest of my stuff, rent my condo out, get my passport renewed, get him to clean out some of his stuff, and get all doctors appointment set up between the wedding date (when I will have health insurance for the first time in over a year) and the move to Finland date (sometime in January).  I’ve been slammed at work, and all I can think is, “Don’t these people know I have a wedding to plan?!”

Stressed?  No, why do you ask?

Seriously though, people – I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY!  I can’t believe my luck in finding this wonderful man, and I can’t wait for the day I can call him my husband.

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Time

Time has been in serious short supply lately.  I am very happily sitting my butt down tonight for the first time in…a while.

Most of it, of course, is of my own making.  I’m spending all kinds of time with The New Beau (future blog post note).  I’ve been working out quite a bit (future blog post note).  I’ve had to work late one night a week with The Job.  Outside of Sleep, I’ve literally spent less than eight hours a week at home doing stuff.  My Tivo is near to bursting, I’ve forgotten what my couch feels like under my butt, and my cat is pissed.

Just another day in the life…

I’m tired.  But I’m happy.  Funny how that works, huh?

In the last week, I have learned how to use a pastry bag (by making these awesome brandy snaps) and sewn an eyemask:

In the last 36 hours I have finished my first pillow and made salted caramels:

I am currently looking forward to a trip to Charleston (sometime in the next two months) and a surfing lesson, and to  visit from the maternal unit.

And a possible move to Finland?

Doubtful, but not outside of the realm of possibility.

Because you really never know…

Life is fun, i’n’it?