It’s gonna be great getting married

Note to readers: Don’t take naps from 8 to 10 p.m. You can’t sleep and you end up writing something like this. 

Hello, blog readers. 

I’m getting married in just over three weeks. 

Holy crap, is that right? Three weeks!? Man alive!

But anyway, the story of how I proposed is here, our wedding website is here, and a picture of my beautiful bride to be is over there >>>.

Yeah, she’s ripped. And she’s been working out hardcore with a personal trainer and everything lately to get ready for the wedding/honeymoon. Me? I’ve been talking about working out a lot more than I actually have been. Something about having to bust my tail for four years as a college baseball player–in which I gained 30 pounds of muscle, thank you very much!–and then not having to do anything….well, to say I’m not motivated would be a pretty massive understatement. I tried to do some pushups yesterday and got through about 20 when I was like, Dude, I don’t have to do these, why bother?

So I didn’t, and went and ate pretzels with cream cheese on them while watching Scrubs.

It does suck, though. I used to be able to look down and not see my nipples. My pecs were so manly. Now? Total nipple visibility. 

But I am trying to at least stay trim, which is why I’m getting up at 4 in the morning to go play basketball with my little brother at Gold’s Gym in Greenville at 5. I can’t just sit there and crank out pushups and situps and bench presses and curls like I used to, but if I’m running around trying to keep up with a bunch of guys who are way faster and better than me, I at least have something more embarrassing to think about than the fact that soon my own fiancee might be able to kick my butt. 

Sorry, this is one of those outrageous posts that get blurted out of me at 1:30 in the morning. I took a nap earlier during the UNC-Arizona State game (ugh!) and can’t go to sleep, so I’m trying to blog myself unconscious, apparently. And P.S., there’s no way Katie will ever be able to kick my butt. I’m a man!

Anyway, the main point of this post was going to be to ramble about how awesome it’s going to be to get married, as inspired by this post by someone I’ve recently met through the blogosphere. It’s so cool how the Internet enables us to meet people in places like New York whom we’d never otherwise run into. 

But my fiancee, Katie Holloman Soon-to-be-Sneed, is freakin’ phenomenal, and I’ll tell you how. As you could see from my previous post, I was actually pulling pretty hard for Carolina to make a run here in the CWS. I mean, I really was. I never get emotionally involved in games, and tonight reminded me why. I was so ticked off at Carolina’s pitching staff, at their catcher, at everything going wrong. (Which I decided not to blog about tonight because I was so mad. Remember the momma saying: “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” Although I guess this is me pretty much saying something about it, but anyway….) 

Well, Kate could tell I was upset. She’s perceptive, for one thing, but then, I’ve never been a big yell-at-the-TV kinda guy, and, well, that poor TV got an earful tonight. So what does she do? She makes like, my favorite dessert ever. Brownies. (Of course, she wanted the brownies for herself, and I had to go to Food Lion to get the eggs, but by golly, we had brownies, and they were great!) So great I felt kinda sick after eating them. I knew I shouldn’t have had that one extra. 

Anyway, all that to say, although I’m totally freaked out by the idea that I’m marrying someone in three weeks, I’m also totally psyched. Katie’s awesome, life with her’s going to be awesome, even though that life will be filled with little white hairs from her Jack Russell Terrier named Cooper. But he’s hilarious, as this old blog post shows, so I guess I can live with that.

Alright, enough rambling. Peace.