So me and Ash are planning this whole wedding thing, right?  And it’s going to be great, we’re gonna have tons of fun with our friends and families, and then we’re off to San Francisco for a few days, and it’s going to rock, it really is.  And we’re both looking forward to all of it, it’s gonna be a blast, no doubt about it…but what we keep talking about that we’re really looking forward to is just getting life back to normal.  Normal.  Whatever that means.  Normal.  Because planning a wedding, even one as simple as ours, is a good deal of work and coordination, and it ends up kind of superseding a lot of other stuff.  You spend a lot of time planning, coordinating, picking out, thinking about what else you need to plan and coordinate and pick out, and wondering if you’ve forgotten anything.  It’s not that I wish we’d done it differently or that I’m not enjoying most of the process…I’ve never been very attracted to the idea of a Vegas wedding or anything, and I’m stoked about the whole event, it’s gonna be a fantastic celebration.  I guess we’re just wanting to get back to the stuff we were doing before we started planning this whole wedding thing.  And it begs the question, really, what does it mean to “get life back to normal?”  What is normal life, and do you really want it to be normal all the time?  Probably not.  Like just last weekend, because of the fact that we’ve got this wedding coming up, I had an excuse to pack off to the woods to go camping with most of my guy friends.  There was grunting and chest-beating and rock throwing and beer drinking and fire starting and don’t forget meat eating, and in general, all around gratitude to be out in the middle of beatiful central Texas.  And that’s not exactly “normal” now is it?  So I’m kind of rambling I guess, and the point of said rambling is that I can’t wait for the wedding and I also can’t wait for life after the wedding.