It's NOT all about you.

There's really never very much I have to complain about with my job. Every now and then there's a "My legs hurt" or "I need a day off" but other than that, I have a pretty amazing, cushy life at the Villa.

However these waves come in of brides where it's ALL about them. At least in their minds. They reschedule their tours 80 times, they book a tour and don't show up and never call or email. It's this attitude that our lives don't matter and we should just be here whenever they'd like us to be.

Short of asking them on the phone "Hey, are you actually going to show up, or are you going to waste 2 hours of my life on a Sunday afternoon that I could use doing something fun...?" there doesn't seem to be much I can do to prevent it. Which might be the most frustrating part of the whole ordeal.

GR.

Blarg.

I guess I should maybe update this silly thing...

Well... I'm back from Germany with mixed feelings. I had an amazing time, but when being completely honest, I can say I really don't care for Germany very much. However the Mr. Man is there... I LOVE America, but no Mr. Man.

Bummer.

I'm happy to be back in the States and I'm glad to be here with family and Ms. Cassie Rosch. But I can't help but feel rather jealous of Germany for holding hostage of my other. I'm pretty thankful for how well he took care of me and just how much he's sacrificing in order to serve in Germany.

Yep- That's all I got...

3 days

In three days I leave for Germany.

I should be THRILLED that I'm finally fulfilling my life's dream of visiting Europe! This is my first time out of the United States (excluding Canada and Hawaii... those don't count) so I should be stoked out of my mind, right?

All I can think about is that I'm finally going to get to hang out with the Mr. Man for more than 30 hours. Europe? Cool. Mr. Man? YES PLEASE!!!

And I'm really excited for the plane ride, but that's just because I'm weird and want to sit on a plane for 12 hours.

How to say it nicely...

"Hey Molly, I was just curious how I get into the wedding business? How do I get your job? How do I become a wedding planner?"

I swear, I've gotten this message on facebook, or some derivative of it, at least half a dozen times in the last 6 months. At first it was exciting because it reminded me that I have a stellar job. And while I still believe I have a great job, now it just makes me cry a little bit on the inside.

I keep thinking to myself "Oh no... not another wedding planner in Colorado!" Seriously!! It's the last thing we need. A great wedding planner, which is far and few between, can be a great asset. However, they have to compensate for the dozens upon dozens of self-proclaimed wedding coordinators who care more about which tacky tulle to drape and gather with a handful of fake roses than they do about making sure a timeline is done.

So after receiving yet another message today, I've re-written my reply several times, only to give up out of frustration. How can I gently tell these women to save themselves and the rest of us in the wedding business, and do something else?!?!

A Monday with this certainly does not suck...

Mr. Man sent me a card.

For no reason.

To tell me how much he loved me.

Because he saw a card and it reminded him of me.

Sounds like a keeper, if you ask me!

Without Pain

Well, it's Easter. Chocolate bunnies and eggs, marshmallow peeps, my favorite meal of the year and hanging out with the family. All of this is wonderful aside from the small food nap I was forced into. The day was great, but there was nothing that really stood out from the day except for my time at the gym.

It's been almost 2 years since I've really been at my peak with running. Running is my main source of stress-therapy, weight control, and keeping ADHD under wraps. For three years, running was exactly what I needed. After my knee pain started, everything else in life started to teeter and not having the ability to run, seemed to contribute to my frustration.

Easter meant a lot more to me this year than ever before. After learning last year just what pain God has saved me from, God's sacrifice for us has a little bit more weight. Today understanding what God gave up in order to show me grace was exactly what I needed to push a little bit further with running. If God has saved me from emotional pain, wouldn't he have also saved me from physical pain as well?

After 2 years, I finally made it to running over 30 minutes today! I have no knee pain, no pain in my legs and I only wanted to throw up a little bit ;) (Darn you Easter dinner!!)

Becoming Content

Get ready for some serious hard thinking here, folks... Yes, it does occasionally happen!

I was walking out to my car after a high quality work out and I walked by a set of parents putting their kids in the car. There had been a birthday party of some sort at the gym that day, so lots of kids had been walking out with balloons in tow. As I walked by the family, I saw the little girl's balloon take off into the sky.

Immediately the little girl started bawling inconsolably. I smiled a little bit because what seems so upsetting to her, isn't something worth crying and screaming over. Quickly I realized that I was smiling at someone's misfortune and her parents were watching me, so I shot them a "oh how sad" look and moved on to my car.

I drove away finding myself to be a bit more pensive about the situation than normal. I began to think that some day that little girl will lose her favorite doll and losing a balloon won't seem nearly as bad. Some day that little girl will move away and lose her friends and that suddenly, the loss of a toy, doesn't seem as difficult. She'll lose friends, she'll lose her first boyfriend, she'll get rejected, and it seems as though each new thing is the hardest thing to deal with until something worse comes along.

I kept thinking about how serene the elderly are, because they realize that a lot of things aren't worth crying over. At least out of sorrow, that is. After all that they've seen and all that they've endured, I can imagine it's hard to phase them with something new. After 70-80 years of loss, rejection, and pain, they seem to be pretty content and pretty appreciative of the times that aren't particularly sucky.

I'm sure there's a moral to live by within this all, but I'm still waiting for the caffeine to kick in. Maybe it's simply to know that as bad as things get at the time, know that God will get you through it and things can always get worse. The Lord won't take you where the Lord won't protect you!