It’s the final countdown…

If I had my way, when you open this blog, the intro to Europe’s Final Countdown would begin…
That familiar keyboard, all 80’s, all right.

Now, the lyrics, other than the chorus, have absolutely nothing to do with what’s going on—hopefully, er, at least in the way I mean it.

The wedding is four, three, two days out! Ka-boom!
(you know, because it will be a blast)

OMG
A little bit I’m freaking out.

It’s not my wedding. It’s not about me.
(repeat as necessary)

I have much still to do.
LOTS of people have offered assistance.
But since I’m making my own work, there’s really not much others can do.

I am an idea person. It’s a curse, truly.
The good thing is that deadlines stop my process whether I’m done or not.
(I’ll be honest, when it comes to thinking up new things, I’m never done.)

As soon as I post today’s blog, I need to, AGAIN, run to Office Max and pick up more ink.
MORE INK. Do you have any idea how much ink I have gone through?!
I really need to find a printer I trust.

Sidebar: Why on earth would my printer require TWO black cartridges? The fat one comes with the color pack, but the skinny one I have to buy separate. If I run out of one black, but have a full other black, why can’t the damn printer just use the existing black?! Alas, no. So off to the store I go.

Sidebar 2: I actually asked the guy at Office Max why that was… he said it was important for me to get the proper printing experience. I chuckled and called BS, but gave him props for a quick response.

Sidebar Confession: In case you’re wondering why I didn’t just buy them all last time I was at the store, well, frustratingly enough, I did. The reason I’m out of skinny black is because when I bought my last batch of ink, I inadvertently picked up gray. WHY WOULD THEY MAKE A GRAY CARTRIDGE?! And package it in light black next to the colors?! (insert colorful commentary here…)

But I do enjoy the creating. I do.
It’s so much more than just pushing the button on the printer!
I like working with my mind and my hands and making messes. (Sorry, Dave.)

Thankfully my daughter knows this and has allowed me my indulgences. I think she figures as long as I’m not thinking about the wedding, I’ll be okay.

It’s not my wedding. It’s not about me.

This is the only one I have get to do.
I want to enjoy it!
I will enjoy it.
It’s going to be a blast.

Now back to work.
It’s the final countdown…