We moved to our new place this weekend and its this wild empty place, which needs to be painted, filled and inhabitated.
For now, we have the boy's gigantic, obscene to my eyes big screen TV in made for it nook in the living room and his smaller tv on the bedroom wall.
The boy & I had an insane argument at Target about towels. According to the boy, since we have just two bedrooms & one half, we only need two towels, which can be rotated.
Me: sigh...we need to wash them right? So we need atleast one extra.
Boy: Why, the guest bath will never be used. So the towels in there don't need to be changed. ever.
and on and on it went.
Till we just finally compromised and got what I wanted.
I know - i got what i wanted but it's always after a huge long, discusment.
I wish the boy came programmed to recognise that certain things like the need for extra bath towels, the need for bathroom access in colours other than brown and black, the need for a simple trash can and not one of those insane touch thingies are simple necessities and not luxuries.
Because we were college students when we lived together before, we just made do with minimal stuff and had no extra bathrooms to take care of...so now, the boy & I are just annoying each other because we have such different ideas about setting house.
He is hard to figure out. For instance, he is extremely picky about getting the latest electronics - i mean, head of the curve electronics, but then goes berserk begging to get a disco light - it's 2008 outside Boy, what the heck do you need a disco light for??????

Today, I went and registered at Bed, Bath - by myself. Because after our registering fiasco at Linen and Things, we decided that it would good for me to just do it myself.
In the end, we just told everybody we are registered at these two places but would rather just get gift cards from Pier One.
I think the only reason I wanted to register was so I could go around with the little gun thingy and scan, scan, scan - and be there to receive the happy smiles everybody in the store would send me! I am done talking to the florists and it was surprisingly easy - well, yeah - because I have been planning this for-ever!

The boy & his groomsmen have taken over booking the tent, chairs and the Indian menu. But even then, i am kind of tagging along.
i don't care if anybody thinks I am an anal pest, and my vision does not translate - in the end, I just do not want to have ANY regrets or to have fleeting thoughts in my head going 'oh I wish i hadn't allowed this person to do this or I wish I had said something earlier' or rubbish like that.
Even if everything goes wrong and the wedding is a logistical and/or aesthetic disaster, I'll still be perfectly, brillantly fine because it will be MY, MY, MY vision from start to finish
I'll either do the fake serenity bride who beams - oh who am I kidding??? - I'll be the insane grinning bride who 'll give one of those 'I knooow!'= looks when people tell me how beautiful everything is or the mad Neroish figure while everything around comes crashing down.
Either way - I shall be buzzed and happy!!! because the boy & I are getting married!!!! in a way that is kind of our own.

Also, I feel so completely blessed to be able to say that I have not allowed anybody's, except the (& spl mention here - v.diplomatic nudges and hints from the long suffering and ever patient M.L & not so diplomatic but equally long suffering A.D) boy's opinions to influence or cloud the way I wanted this wedding!!!
It feels so good to own this project completely. Because I know I am going the right direction and I know I am getting what I want.

After years of watching cousins get married in out of way places where beauticians think make-up means covering dark face with white powder and where aunties, and uncles and everybody in between has an opinion on what you wear to how you talk, I feel blessed and humbled and sooo thankful to God that this, for better or worse, is how the boy & I are getting married.

The Boy was right - waiting was worth it!!!