Post numero uno.

Hello all you bloggers out there.  I am extremely new to this, and I really don't know what I want my first post to say.  The only thought that keeps popping into my brain is this extraordinarily overwhelming feeling of being Carrie Bradshaw, writing about all her sexcapades and life lessons she and her friends have learned from living in New York city throughout the years.  I, however, am no Carrie Bradshaw.  I live in a quaint town in a small southern state, and the biggest news around here was announced on December 8, 2010: I'm getting married to my boyfriend of 27 months.  It didn't come as a shocker; we'd always talked about it and about how much we hoped for a beach wedding.  Yet, almost 4 months away from our tentative wedding date, we have absolutely nothing done.  We know the general beach locations/towns we are interested in, and we have researched nearly every vacation rental in the area-- was anyone away that most of these ginormous homes that could accommodate any amount of people (especially the measley 30 I wish to invite), do NOT want weddings/receptions on their properties?  To think, we are willing to pay them upwards of 400 dollars a night for a week, and they are too petty to be concerned with a.)bathroom usage, b.)parking, c.) damage to their residence -- my gosh, these guests are all 38+ years old.  Give me a break!  Some have neighborhood associations that get angry with them for having more than 2 vehicles in the driveway.... Hello!! Some of these homes have list prices of 2 million dollars and higher! If I paid that much for a house, I'll be d*mned if they are going to tell me exactly how many cars can park in my driveway or how many guests I am allowed at my house.  Finding a rental home has become probably one of the most stressful things in my life-- add to that the fact that most honeymoon rentals we are willing to pay for and fall in love with want us to be older to rent them- I am only 21 years old.  This is becoming absolutely ridiculous, and to add to the giant plate of let's mess up their lives even more..... I am a licensed practical nurse, just graduated, and absolutely no one wants to hire me.  Lady luck sure did cast a spell on me! Okay that's enough of my bantering about needless information.  Needless to say... something's got to give.

Sincerely yours,
Distressed Bride of 2011.