A Wedding is Game Time

Gettin Hitched:
I
seriously think dating is like a sport. (I will refer specifically to
dating later.) But getting engaged is just like picking your team. And
no, not which team you play for because hopefully you are aware of that
by the time you are looking to get hitched. I think it is like when a
new head coach is picking out his coaching staff. Think about it, every
relationship has a head coach. Someone who is more dominate or "wears
the pants" as they say. For us, that is Me...Coach Kat. And the main
reason I know this is, is because I am the one admitting it. A head
coach knows he or she is the head coach, no questions about it. (So
wipe off that smile and give me twenty!) Head coaches also tend to have
a little more drama (and yes, I will admit I bring on the drama)
whether it is spitting like Cowher, throwing a hissy fit like Gruden,
or turning beat red like Shanahan. These coaches are intense, but are
also damn good at what they do. (Minus Gruden of course...but I just
had to make fun of Chucky.)

However,
every head coach needs an offensive coordinator. Without that someone
right by their side, it will make for a very long and tough season. And
in my 4 years of marriage, I have come to realize that the offensive
coordinator really calls ALL the shots. So even though I may "wear the
pants" (or cut off hoodie if you are Belichick) I really refer to my
offensive coordinator on basically all decisions. Get em Kubiak!

The Big Game
Like
most couples I know, it is really not a surprise that the proposal is
coming. Most of us girls demand that we have a say in what the ring
looks like because one, it is on our finger for the rest of our life.
And two - we know there was a piece of jewelry that your man picked out
for you on his own and you oh-so-politely put it on while wondering if
he bought it at walmart with his grandmother. But once he does get down
on one knee, states your full name, and asks you to spend the rest of
your lives together....it is game time!

The Draft
Time
to pick out those bridesmaids. The women in your life that have been
there through it all, came to your halloween soccer parties, helped you
throw your first keggers when your parents were at "the land", went
shopping with you when you came back from the land down under 5 sizes
too big, sang concert style to love ballades before practicing beer
pong, and laughed their hardest during the "hunchback" nights. Its a
big decision on who you will pick. I of course, couldn't limit it to
just a few and had 7. And still managed to piss off a few others.
Either way, Rule #1 - Just because you were in someone's wedding, does
NOT mean that they need to be in yours. Especially if that wedding was
the "worst wedding ever". More on that disaster later.

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