A glass half full.

So I’ve been whining about bridal drama for more than a year now.

My dress is too big....

The flowers are too expensive...

My future in-laws are nuts...

My fiancé shaved off his eye-brows (yes, this is a true story, but best told in another post)...

For the past year, these troubles have trumped everything else and made me take absolute pity on myself.

However, last night I received news that a family member was diagnosed with terminal cancer and was given no more than three months to live.

This news came after my first dress fitting where the best seamstress in the area performed magic on my once baggy gown and has already managed to turn into it the dress of my dreams.

And this news came just before I got home and had three massive packages waiting for me that held fantastic and thoughtful wedding gifts from some unexpected sources.

I suddenly felt completely guilty for even thinking that I had problems when in reality, I don’t think my life could get any better.

As I unwrapped our new wedding gifts, which consisted of beautiful, new wine glasses, I began to pray for a wonderful man’s life and realized that its time for me see the glass as half full.

Well, I had a flat tire. So there.

It’s official. I’m bitter.

I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I do know that the culmination of recent events have pushed me over the bitter ledge leaving this once sweet, sugar coated lady a burnt and salty wench.

I came to this harsh realization when I started to do something that I HATE other people do. My biggest pet peeve is when people try to trump your worries and pains with theirs. These are the kind of people who respond to your grandma dying with, “well, my dog passed away last year of old age and it was really hard of my family even though I’m allergic to dog hair and have had my eyes swollen shut with dander for the past 13 years that Fido was living.” Um. Thanks for the sympathy.

Can these kind of people ever let others grovel in defeat without making them feel like they truly don’t know what defeat is? And why is it that their flat tire on a highway story is SO much better and more dramatic than yours?

I have sadly started to try to trump people’s stress but only because I feel so overwhelmed with life that I sometimes am shocked I make it to work and don’t find myself detouring to the Mexican border.

I normally handle stress quite well and can smile my way through a lot of chaos. However, the stressful combination I’ve been dealing with lately has turned into a toxic mess forcing me to stock pile every little “bad” thing that happens so I can successfully shoot down whoever attempts to complain about their own troubles. And what’s worse, I take every bad situation and make it even more terrible… let me give you an example:

A few weeks ago I was driving through construction and surprise, surprise I got a flat tire. But the tire didn’t go flat until I was safely at home turning out of my driveway on my way to run an errand that wasn’t urgent or even necessary. Even more convenient, my dad was willing and able to take my car in the next day to get fixed and cordially offered me a ride to work the next morning.

My response to all of this? “God hates me.” And better yet, I took that flat tire incident (that was resolved completely the next day, by the way) and have carried it around with me for the past two weeks and finish most of my complaining with, “AND I got a flat tire [insert number] days ago.” My bitter mind thinks such a statement packs some extra punch to the story of my current misery.

Dramatic, right? Now that I think back to all of that I’m pretty sure if God didn’t like me, he’d strike me down with lightening. Plus if he gave flat tires to those he didn’t like, there would be a dramatic decrease in violence because a significant amount of criminals would be stuck on the side of the road with AAA instead of at potential crime scenes.

So here I am, frazzled with my wedding, tired of dealing with selfish people, burnt out with house work, overwhelmed with a job that pushes me to my professional limits… oh, and did I tell you I got a flat tire 16 days ago??

I take all of this and package it up when someone starts to groan about a single worry like lost car keys or a flat tire (and note that I can complain about MY flat tire because I have WAY more going on than you do.) And I realize I’m not being fair because no worry, no matter how small, should be deemed insignificant.

In fact, my pile of worries probably pales in comparison to people who have actual problems because even though my bitterness forces me to act like a nut at times, I DO know that a flat tire isn’t the end of the world and that planning a wedding, regardless of the bumps in the road, is a wonderful thing no matter what, more responsibility at work is a positive thing that shows you actually know what you're doing and having house work is great when you think that most people don't even have a house to call their own.

I miss the girl who used to politely listen to people’s woes, nod sympathetically and sometimes even throw in a “I can’t imagine” to make sure full out compassion was given.

Although I’m not going to minimize the importance of my own stress, I am going to work on accepting other people’s with more humility because I refuse to become that person I hate.

And today I made progress. Someone I work with went on for hours about her broken TiVo and how upset she was that she couldn’t watch her shows. My first instinct was to laugh her in face and go into my full spiel about what it truly means to be upset, giving her a true show to watch. But I held myself back, listened intently and didn’t even bring up the fact that, due to my hectic, stressful schedule, I haven’t watched TV in so that I still think Kelly Clarkson was the last American Idol.

Do I smell something sweet? Yes, sir… my sugar coating is slowly coming back… but maybe I’ll sneak out at lunch and put a construction nail in her tire just so she gets a little perspective of what stress really is... yep, still a little bitter underneath.

Bridal Realization: Don't Mess with My Friends... They'll Beat You Up.

Hello, friends. Or should I say, “hello, mom and Megan” – aka – my only two fans.

I know, I’ve been MIA. I wish I could treat life like I treat this blog… when I don’t have the time or when I’m not in the mood to pour out my heart, I wish I could just put life on hold and come back to it when I’m ready. But I guess if life truly could work that way I would sadly only have two fans and let’s face it, I need more than just two fans in my life.

But I digress… at the end of the day, my blog has been neglected as wedding plans, mixed with a little bit of work, monopolize my day, my thoughts and my creativity.

However, today my morning cup of Splenda and cream with a splash of coffee and some delicious slices of raspberry kringle inspired me to capitalize on my sugar high and beckon Stejamoe out from her hiding spot.

So with wedding on the mind and artificial sweetner pumping through my veins, I proudly present yet another top ten list: the top ten things I learned about myself while planning my wedding.

10 – My health greatly benefits from my commitment to vanity. Before I got engaged I would ignore a strange looking mole and I would put off going to doctor for some aches and pains. Now I realize that a strange mole is not only dangerous to my health, but detrimental to the wedding pictures it may show up in. The dull pain in my side that I normally can suffer through could impact my ability to suck it my stomach all night in my wedding dress and impede on my bridal hotness. My solution? Go to the doctor and improve my health AND my look for the big day.

9 – I apparently make friends based on their willingness to kill for me. I have a wide variety of friends, with different personalities and from different parts of my life. During this entire planning process, one common thing has surfaced among them all: their willingness and eagerness to cause harm to those who harm me. Okay, would any of my gorgeous, proper, intelligent friends really risk jail time to ensure my happiness? Probably not. But they have given me an insane amount of support as I battle some difficult people who are forgetting that they aren’t the bride, and even my most passive friends respond with a “put em’ up” attitude. I never thought inappropriate aggression would touch my heart.

8 – I believe that the quicker you respond, the more you love me. I can’t help it. I’m organized and somehow believe everyone else should be too. As I wait for my wedding invitation responses I have taken on the mindset that each day you wait to let me know you “accept with pleasure,” you’re really just telling me that you “accept with disdain.” Harsh and irrational, I know, but if you don’t share your immediate excitement with me, I immediately think you don’t care. Love me, people!

7 – I think Chipotle burritos are part of a well balanced diet. I really want to look beautiful on my wedding day and by “beautiful,” I mean, I want people to marvel at how thin and skinny I look. But as I continue my mission to be as thin as I can be, I continue to indulge in my beloved fajita burrito. If you look up “Chipotle” in the thesaurus you’ll find “fat”… I guess I better start doing lunges and butt clenches in the office.

6 – I’m attached to my name. Who cares what your last name is? Apparently I do. Even though my fiancé doesn’t think this, my issue with changing my last name has NOTHING to do with him. It may seem irrational, but I connect my maiden name to everything that I am and I’m having a bit of a hard time knowing that I’ll be officially “someone else” come October. I’ll get over it and I’ll eventually come to terms with the fact that I went from having the easiest last name possible to having a last name that can be mispronounced and misspelled 50 different ways.

5 – I will never stop worrying. I’m sensitive. It’s a fact. I’ve gotten tougher over the years, but I will never be able to “get over” things easily when I’m hurt. And nothing is more personal than a wedding, so the slightest jab turns into a blow. The same issue that surfaced when I got engaged almost a year and a half ago is the same issue that keeps me up at night.

4 – I’m strangely good at “counting down.” Once we hit 100 days until the wedding, I have been able to keep track of the amount of days left before the big day regardless of distractions. A week could go by without anyone asking or me even thinking about the exact amount of time left before I walk down the aisle, but if a colleague randomly inquires, I can tell them the exact amount of time until the hour without skipping a beat. 54 days to go, by the way.

3 – Home improvement projects keep me sane. Unlike other brides, I prefer to have a lot going on outside wedding planning to keep me grounded. For example, while making appointments with wedding vendors, I thought it only made sense to consider replacing our aging windows and get a few at-home estimates sprinkled into our already hectic schedules. The outcome will result in us having all of our windows replaced a month before the wedding and the thought of having a major renovation done is as soothing to me as a day at the spa.

2 – I am obsessed with kitchen gadgets that I’ll never use. It wasn’t until we registered did I discover my love for really unnecessary kitchen tools. Why use your fingers when you can pull toast from a toaster with hand crafted toast tongs? I also can spend hours caressing our new, over priced mix master and there is not one darn thing I can think of that would need mixing any time soon – it DOES make my kitchen counter look legit, like someone actually cooks in there.

1 – I love my fiancé more than I ever thought I could. Of course I love the boy. I’m not the kind of girl who settles just so I can get hitched and I was madly in love with him before we got engaged. But wedding planning drama has brought out a side of my soon-to-be hubby that tells me he’s in to win it. Random cry fests over botched wedding envelopes haven’t scared him away and family drama has resulted in him showing me that at the end of the day, I’m the family that comes first. You can have perfect invitations and cooperative family members, but having a man you love is a lot more important.

I’ve learned a lot about myself during this whole process and I’m more ready than ever to get married. If you’ve learned anything, you would learn to just back off and let me be happy and if you can’t seem to do that, I will be forced to connect you with you one of my friends… trust me, it’s not going to be pretty.