In case you haven't noticed, I am the opposite of a lot of bridezillas. It will happen. I only get stressed about it when I start getting other people stressing about it and then I blow.
There is a saying from mustering days (attributeable to my father or one of his mentors) - "Work them wide" - this is about cattle with a large flight zone. If you get in too close to them they will bolt for the hills rather than succumb to your will. However, if you just hover on their flight horizon, they will work in with a mob and head in the right direction.
I think either I am working the wedding wide, or I am the wide-worked bride.
Five weeks to go and I am sending out the last of the invites today - oh so very organised, hey?
So really, just need to organise the ceremony, chairs for people, what V is going to wear, finalise the details for the reception and work out where we are going to stay for the night.
Thats almost wide enough.
'Salina is back at school today. Which means I am back working today. Hooray!!!
I have almost finished the to-do list in my brain to put down on paper, but its getting long.
One thing about addressing life with a list is you believe you can handle it and control it.
Sometimes life throws a curve ball.
One of my favourite bloggers has been thrown a curve ball in the form of breast cancer. Two weeks ago she was getting ready for her day with her mental to-do list - which got completely sidelined when she discovered a lump in her breast.
Today, they hope they have removed all the cancer and she is about to start a list involving radiation, chemotherapy and survival.
Please everyone (and this includes blokes) put "check for lumps" on your to do list - right after the "count blessings" checkbox. I plan to.
A few posts I have found the last few days regarding breasts:
- The Hotfessional is running a contest to Save the Boobies
- Slicksumbich sometimes nails it
- Through the previous bloggers site, I discovered Swampwitch, who is honoring the trials of many who have been through breast cancer
- and finally, something that has nothing to do with cancer but will make you laugh about the boobs, FirstNations over at Paul has a great post about how badly we can treat them