"My hands are shakin' from carrying this torch"

Well I jumped on here prepared to write about the joys of the holidays and I realized I'd fallen terribly behind on all my chores. Not chores of the household sort, but more like, wedding chores and writing chores... planning and self-betterment chores! Oh how they pile up and become an insurmountable obstacle to functioning like an adult.

I dutifully made breakfast, got Ed out the door, had my green tea, played my brain scan games, and then went to check my email. Somewhere around the twentieth junky-email cleared, I remembered I still had to write the caterer back and respond to Zach and Clay (of thebittenword.com, who were very sweet and helpful in giving advice about my wedding venue) and give them details and specifics and get to the nitty gritty of planning and making decisions... But then suddenly, out of the blue, I realized... you know I've always wanted to read the dictionary and I should really do that right now. It's quite urgent, really... And also! I think there are three dishes in the sink that need washing, and I could scrub the tile in the bathroom and also learn how to fold a fitted sheet.... all very, very pressing matters....

Essentially, it comes down to this one thing. I am the worst at making decisions. The. worst. I much prefer to be the person that offers a vast and eclectic array of choices and then someone else, wiser and more decisive can come in and make a well informed choice based on my research. I always enjoyed researching papers for school.... actual execution of the assignment was not my strongest suit (see all of my grades, ever). I was the ridiculous student who did ALL of the reading, but maybe half of the assignments. Excellent example, for AP World History in high school, junior year, I failed the class. Literally, failed. But I received a 4 on the test for the college credit! This is not necessarily a trait for bragging about... more a point of frustration. I am so envious of those who can execute. Those who do not get caught up in the details and mindlessness of little things. The doers of the world. Ed appears to be this way. He'll get up and do what he says he will without hesitation or delay and I'll congratulate him on his initiative and then go take a nap. Maybe futzing is in my genes? I know my mother and my Omi are futzers...I wonder if my sister futzes... she's always been more on the doer side of life.... I digress.

Today I am determined to be a doer. I already ordered some beautiful Christmas ornaments:

And I'm determined to continue on, ticking off things one by one on my long list, preparing for the onslaught of holiday activities. So even though I've managed to completely avoid writing about the holidays (as I'd intended!) I have at least accomplished a blog post today. :) I'll leave you with a quick photo recap of our activities in the past two weeks:

Family trip to L.A. for early Thanksgiving!

More next time :)