I decided to blog. I’ve been thinking about it for a while but I never knew exactly what I wanted to talk about.
And then Richie asked me to marry him last week.
So instead of freaking out the random strangers I’ve grabbed in a panic to talk about wedding do’s and dont’s, I thought it was the perfect time to take to the blogosphere for some sanity.
Step one was naming this thing. You can’t have a last name like “Fine” (which YES, is my real last name- and YES, sucked as an awkward kid) without exploiting it in titles whenever possible. That was a given. Here were some title contenders:
(My issue here was that I’m not the chick who has been pressuring the dude for years to marry her …or even dreamed of weddings as a little girl…& I felt like “FINEally!!!!!!” implied that. Although it’s almost awesome, so I was on the fence for a minute.)
“FINE. I’ll marry you.”
(This one sounds less enthusiastic than I am. Like it should be read with an exasperated sigh. No bueno.)
“FINE. Be that way.”
(I’m not gonna lie. I always assumed if I had a blog, that’s what I’d name it. It’s so sassy! I want to snap in a Z-formation! But it really had nothing to do with a wedding, so…maybe you’re looking at THE TITLE OF THE NEXT GREAT BLOG I WRITE?!? EH…?? Ok, getting ahead of myself. It doesn’t work for this one and I need to stay focused.)
And then Richie suggested “A Fine Change”. And I knew we were close. I enjoy multiple meanings, particularly those impacted by punctuation. Here’s what’s cool about “Fine Change” as it relates to getting hitched:
A) It IS a fine change in my life! I’m excited about it! -> Fine change!
B) The idea of marriage is a HUGE adjustment for me. I’m just not domestic in any way & I totally identify with being an independent woman. Fine, I want to marry you…but I’m gonna have to learn to change a bit. -> Fine…change.
C) Wait! Do I have to change my last name, Fine?! -> Fine? CHANGE??
(do you see how cool this is getting?)
D) (read in self-talk voice) “Fine, it’s time to grow up. To evolve. To change.” -> Fine, change.
Woah… I’m getting that thing where the word “change” has stopped looking like a real word because I’ve used it 6,000 times. It’s REALLY starting to look like chang-y. I guess that’s my cue to stop (or to nap).
In summary, I’m scared to death about planning a wedding. I know NOTHING about this stuff and I need you guys. I need advice, I need opinions, I need your warnings, I need your shrink’s number (kidding…kind of). I need to stop mumbling wedding-related thoughts to myself as I walk down the street because I have no outlet to share my scattered thoughts on the subject. By reading this blog, you’re essentially saving me from looking like the crazy homeless (SLASH or is she talking on a bluetooth?) lady. Don’t leave me out here in cyberspace on my own. I need you in this thing with me.