Tuesday again! And I’m very happy that it’s this Tuesday instead of last Tuesday. Last week I had a bad experience on the streets of Toronto and Kent’s wallet was mysteriously lost/stolen. Not a great week!

However, one Tuesday later also means one Tuesday closer to the wedding and stag and doe. I think I’m officially getting stressed out. I feel like I spend half of my days organizing stuff for them but never get anything accomplished. I think the stag and doe is more stressful for me right now just because I feel like it’s all on my shoulders… I feel like there are lots of people thinking about with the wedding and helping me out and doing things for it. Although it does scare me a bit that because it’s a tent wedding, there won’t be one person in charge on that day making sure things run smoothly. Does anyone have experience with day-of-coordinators?

But the stag and doe… I feel like if I did absolutely nothing up until that day (which obviously wouldn’t happen, but just for instance) then on that night (JUNE 27TH), there would be an empty hall with no alcohol, no helpers, and a crowd of angry people. So right now I just feel like I’m treading water trying to stop that crowd of angry people from happening. Re-reading that, it sounds kind of mean because I know there are a lot of people wanting to help out, but right now it’s just all of the logistics and the paperwork that only I (and Kent) can do, and most of the things don’t need to be done yet. It’s just feeling like there are so many things in the future that is the problem. They stress me out now even if they are not critical! I’m not doing a very good job of selling my stag and doe right now… I mean… come! It will be a great time! Even if I’m curled up in a ball in the corner!

AHH. End rant. Okay. So my wonderful sister and brand new brother in law helped us print off our invitations on the weekend. Kent’s sister is going to help me on Thursday with cutting them and addressing them all. Katelyn is making a map, my mom is making RSVPs, Denis is printing them, and Kent’s brother in law is making us a website with wedding information for guests. So invitations should be ready within a couple of weeks.  That means that… maybe… someday I will be able to breathe!

Since I don’t have that exciting of a life right now, I was kind of waiting for my sisters with more exciting to blog… like, I don’t know, maybe the one who just got married and went to Vegas, a trip that we have heard nothing about yet? However, that does not seem to be happening so I’ll post my “weekly” Tuesday blog on a Monday evening. In point form.

1. The Jon & Kate Plus 8 drama. Since I love this family more than life itself, it’s breaking my heart a little bit. I hope that they can get it together. I loved them even more last night when I was watching it with Kent and during a scene with all  kids he said to me, “Babe, let’s have kids.” Not that we were ever thinking of not having kids, but it was sweet that he felt the need to say it. I said that we will have kids when we have a bedroom to keep them in. He told me that that’s just material things and that we have lots of room and that hello, my parents raised 4 kids in a trailer. That’s true… but I bet he’d be singing a different tune if he was the one without a bedroom.

2. Wedding. It’s coming up FAST. It always seemed far away until Denis and Erica’s wedding. That was kind of the point that I started to panic a bit. From now on the weekends will be consumed with weddingy things. This weekend we have to get our Special Occasions Permit for our stag and doe, print off invitations and get them all ready to send, and meet with our priest again. It sucks that Kent is working so beyond ridiculously hard all week and has to spend his weekend driving back home and doing wedding chores with me, but hey, it wasn’t my idea to move two hours away… I’ll try to make it fun.

3. A newly engaged best friend. Congrats Michelle! And congrats to her fiance, who is also my friend (in fact I introduced them, in a sort of roundabout way.)

4. Cooks are crazy. Kent and I are trying to do lots of touristy things while we live in Toronto, so on Saturday we went to the ROM, toured around Yorkville and Kensington Market, and went to a restauraunt that apparently the cooks at his restaurant are all dying to go to – The Black Hoof. I like to think I’m adventerous when it comes to my food but this place was out there! Kent had to translate the menu for me and then find which few did not include any raw meat. I can’t do raw meat. It’s too weird. And wrong. So we got the charcuterie plate (which was excellent) and I got one of the only non-raw meat dishes, “Crispy Pig Ears with Scallops Chevice.” (Seh-vee-chay means cooked – my magic word – in oil, if I remember correctly. So you can feel smart if you ever see this on a menu.) Yes pig ears. They were actually good, if you pretended they were something else. Kent got some sort of veal tongue brioche – veal tongue in a sandwich, really. It was scary. He loved this place and I’m pretty sure he dreams about it now. So if you are an adventerous eater, you should check it out.