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And now, the latest news.
We dropped off my ring yesterday to be sized. (In the meantime I'm wearing my Hope ring on that finger so my hand won't look/feel totally naked. Funny how quickly you get used to things.) While we were there, we briefly looked at bands, but the pushy saleslady refused to show us anything other than the diamond band that's meant to go with my ring. It was gorgeous and matched nicely, but we can only afford plain gold bands, thank you very much. We might have to go to Wal-Mart or something just to be allowed to get what we want. :P Anyway, I got emotional leaving my ring behind. We went to Baskin-Robbins later, and most of my Espresso n' Cream double scoop fell off the cone, and I felt so sad. I was like "This is a bad day...first I lose my ring, and now this!" Evan laughed at me (in a sweet way). I decided it was God's way of telling me I didn't need to eat all that ice cream.
We're still in the process of registering, and it's getting frustrating. We can't find bedding or bath stuff in the colors we want, and we don't want to add any more stores...three registries is enough. We wanted to do green in the bedroom and blue in the bathroom; now I think we're switching them. Last night we found and added a nice blue bed set, but unfortunately it's Calvin Klein and costs a fortune. I feel horrible expecting anyone to pay $60 for a sheet. We might change it, but the other choices look like they're made from curtains. Even Fraulein Maria had a better comforter.
I'm sure I sound so spoiled and boring these days with all the "problems" of my life. Sorry about that. I feel dumb lately. I worry and struggle a lot about making wrong decisions. Not necessarily wedding decisions (although there's plenty of pressure there), but everyday moral issues. I'm not affected by other people's opinions in terms of solid, theological issues, but when it comes to things that I see as gray areas (such as birth control or schooling issues), I second-guess myself very easily. If someone I respect holds a strong opinion on a gray area, I panic and assume that my view must be wrong. This leads to troubling thoughts of God condemning me for making the wrong choice, and I forget all about the grace given me in Christ, which is, you know, kind of important. So I'm trying to stop forming my views based on what other Christians think. I'll just keep praying and reading the Bible and let God deal with me. But I admire people who are settled in their stances about things.
On a much lighter note, Evan and I watched The Bourne Identity again and now I'm ready for the sequel. It might be a while before I see it, though. We're going to the movies with Myla and Ryan tomorrow night, but it's to see The Village. I'm sure I'll have nightmares, but I want to see it because M. Night whatshisname is so awesome. Also, randomly, I'm really in the mood to watch That Thing You Do. One of my all-time favorites.
Jul. 29th, 2004
And now, the latest news.
We dropped off my ring yesterday to be sized. (In the meantime I'm wearing my Hope ring on that finger so my hand won't look/feel totally naked. Funny how quickly you get used to things.) While we were there, we briefly looked at bands, but the pushy saleslady refused to show us anything other than the diamond band that's meant to go with my ring. It was gorgeous and matched nicely, but we can only afford plain gold bands, thank you very much. We might have to go to Wal-Mart or something just to be allowed to get what we want. :P Anyway, I got emotional leaving my ring behind. We went to Baskin-Robbins later, and most of my Espresso n' Cream double scoop fell off the cone, and I felt so sad. I was like "This is a bad day...first I lose my ring, and now this!" Evan laughed at me (in a sweet way). I decided it was God's way of telling me I didn't need to eat all that ice cream.
We're still in the process of registering, and it's getting frustrating. We can't find bedding or bath stuff in the colors we want, and we don't want to add any more stores...three registries is enough. We wanted to do green in the bedroom and blue in the bathroom; now I think we're switching them. Last night we found and added a nice blue bed set, but unfortunately it's Calvin Klein and costs a fortune. I feel horrible expecting anyone to pay $60 for a sheet. We might change it, but the other choices look like they're made from curtains. Even Fraulein Maria had a better comforter.
I'm sure I sound so spoiled and boring these days with all the "problems" of my life. Sorry about that. I feel dumb lately. I worry and struggle a lot about making wrong decisions. Not necessarily wedding decisions (although there's plenty of pressure there), but everyday moral issues. I'm not affected by other people's opinions in terms of solid, theological issues, but when it comes to things that I see as gray areas (such as birth control or schooling issues), I second-guess myself very easily. If someone I respect holds a strong opinion on a gray area, I panic and assume that my view must be wrong. This leads to troubling thoughts of God condemning me for making the wrong choice, and I forget all about the grace given me in Christ, which is, you know, kind of important. So I'm trying to stop forming my views based on what other Christians think. I'll just keep praying and reading the Bible and let God deal with me. But I admire people who are settled in their stances about things.
On a much lighter note, Evan and I watched The Bourne Identity again and now I'm ready for the sequel. It might be a while before I see it, though. We're going to the movies with Myla and Ryan tomorrow night, but it's to see The Village. I'm sure I'll have nightmares, but I want to see it because M. Night whatshisname is so awesome. Also, randomly, I'm really in the mood to watch That Thing You Do. One of my all-time favorites.