Jill

So, Sunday I emailed my committee members my new project proposal paper.

I had heard nothing at all in response since.

So, this afternoon, I sent my advisor an email:

Hi Dr. [advisor],
What is my next step, here? Do I need to have another proposal meeting for my project? How do you suggest I proceed?
Thanks,
Jill

His response:

Jill

You can send e-mail updates and send in a full report a month before you plan to hold a final conference.

Best regards
[advisor]

So, rather than looking a gift horse in the mouth, I am running with this answer as an OK to go! I'm probably shooting myself in the foot by not asking explicitly if it is approved, but he would tell me if it wasn't, right? Right?

(I'm working on not being so direct in my emails as I've gotten burned very badly at my past job. Who knew people hated it if my email only included the answer to their question and no fluffy stuff? But when I get stressed, like I am this week, I relapse a bit.)

Normally a hair appt leaves me happy and fresh and the self-esteem on the high side.

Not today.

I left the place on an ok note and went shopping at the mall for stuff. The more changing rooms I was in, the more I hated my new hair. Hated.

I was going for the brown with a coppery tone to it. This shit is purple. blech. And there's still some sections (spotty, of course) where my natural hair color show through. As in, not all dyed.

Jillith was not a happy camper. Jillith does not want to get married with purple hair. Jillith is just not that punk anymore. And Jillith definitely does not want to get married in spottily dyed purple hair.

I got home quite upset. Tim snuggled with me on the hammock and finally convinced me to call the place and ask for a fix. They wanted to fit me in tomorrow afternoon, but my bachelorette party is all day tomorrow. I insisted on a morning appointment. They finally managed to squeeze me in at 10:30 tomorrow morning.

I hate being that person. The one who isn't just happy with what they get. I mean, I'm not that picky of a person. I've gotten my hair chopped off once by a drunk girl at a party with dull scissors. I'm not kidding either. And I was happy with it!!! But I know a tear fell in that hammock when I was telling Tim that I didn't want my wedding pictures with me and badly dyed purple hair.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow. It's never fun (for me, anyways) to tell a person they fucked up and to fix it. And it's worse when you have to tell them to their face and then you and your entire wedding party is coming back the next week to the same person for your wedding hair style. Ick.

But seriously. When a person spends $120 on hair, products, and tip, the damn dye job shouldn't have missed spots. So that's the main thing. The purple hair will just have to be fixed as well.

And.... the invites goes to 200.

And.... I have to call my grandmother with whom I find talking a very trying task

And.... I don't even have enough god damned stamps for the fucking four more invitations I have to send out tomorrow.

And my parents keep saying that they'll pay for these extra people. And that's all fine and dandy, but I still don't think they'd like it if they had to eat in the parking lot because the room is too full!

*flails arms around wildly and finishes off the bottle of wine*

Giddy and worried

All at the same time.

Received the first response in the mail today!!!!

I was so excited! "Oh, who could it be? Who could it be?" I thought. And then opened it.

"Who's that?"

Tim's response: "Dear God, they're bringing the whole clan!"

One of the late additions to our guest list (courtesy of an over-zealous future sister-in-law and a procrastinating future husband) is some cousins. Having never met them, and as his family tends to be much older than my own, I assumed that when addressing the envelope to Mr. and Mrs. Cousin, that was the extent of the family. But no. The response card says "Number of persons: 8".

Tim immediately starts thinking we won't have enough room. And, well... We have a permit for 149 people at the park and invited (at initial count and not knowing family sizes) a little over 170. All of the books say to assume only 70% will show. So, if that is true, 120 people will show so that leaves plenty of room for this couple's six children.

I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or horrible! Just uninformed and unprepared for that first response card...

Now don't all of you other people start having six kids and wanting to bring them too! Unless, of course, they are unbelievably adorable and will distract from the crazy, harried lady in the big white dress. Then you can bring them.