Wed-Dink

Alright, since Moni posted photos of her little bundle of joy, I will add more info about the wedding.

For fear of boring the world, I had not mentioned much about the wedding. I don't want to come off like a bridezilla, or like one of those girls who allows their entire identity to become the wedding.

I am neither of those things. Big time. It is fun, I guess, to be planning a huge (and I mean HUGE) party in the name of T and My's love for each other. It's endearing, really, the concept that it will be a matter of public record, and therefore, history (to those people who like to pour over old records in little towns, anyway) that T and I loved each other.

I am not a romantic. I am not a girlie girl. I don't like dresses, I don't really like flowers, I am not the hearts and pink rhinestone kind of girl. Woman. Whatever.

This has been a bit of an issue for me. I am clinging to the expertise of others, to the ideas of those women more into girlie things. Sigh.

Anyway, here is the general idea(s) for the wedding. (All penis-owners out there, I'm sorry. Prepare to be bored.)

Alright.

Wedding colors:

Matte Black
Ivory
Dusky Tiffany Blue (More slate than that)
Dusky/slate lilac purple

We're going for more of a vintage feel. The black and ivory are the main colors--all other color is going to come from the flowers. (Those secondary colors are still kinda up in the air. I'm thinking the flowers are going to be in those families....but I am still kinda drawn towards the really bold colors as well. We will see.)

The men are wearing slim-fitting pin-striped suits. The girls are wearing very 'Audrey Hepburn' dresses, black, boatneck, with an ivory sash and under skirt.

Everything in the reception site is going to be either ivory or black, with candles everywhere and flowers. The flowers are going to not really match each other...does that make sense? Different styles of decanters, same flowers, but different arrangements.

Anyway. I'm boring even myself.

Here is the site:








Anyway, T is wandering around in there, as well as the site director, and E, my dude-of-honor.

Well....Any thoughts? Help is good. :)

Fortress of Solitude

So our bum-rush of wedding planning went well. Aside from some traffic hang ups (We do live in a part of the world that could only be more difficult to enter and exit if it required a bush pilot. Actually, that might be faster.) and oversleeping issues (A, thank you for being ok with a minimal time line!) everything went famously.

We crashed a wedding (well, pre-wedding) at our reception site, which, rude though it may have been, was quite informative as we could see what it looked like all 'trussed up'. Granted, these people had no taste and their colors were insane, but, whatever.

(Ours is going to be so much cooler. I mean, how could it not be? It's us.)

While A was in town, we stayed at 'my' house--the condo. I had forgotten! It's so quiet! It's so clean! I can watch television uninterrupted!

It has become my fortress of solitude. I did not realize how loud T's house is, with the constant video games, stomping, yelling, clanking of dishes and hurling of detritus.....Ahhhh. To be able to sit on my deck and listen to the ocean and birds--and that's it. No traffic, no top volume japanimation, no yelling....

After dropping A at the half way point, I went back to the condo to pick up the luggage and whatnot, and wound up lounging on my couch, watching an "American Justice" marathon on A&E. Such pleasure!

Then, my friend from my old place of employment stopped by (Also known as A....Sigh.) and nearly had a heart attack when I freaked out when a moth flew down my shirt. He assumed, from my reaction, that I had dropped my cigarette and was now aflame, and was somewhat....crabby, I guess, when it turned out to be 'just a moth'. (Dude, moths scare the holy be-jeebus out of me. I don't understand it either.)

I thought it was funny. Well, not at the time, but you understand.

When I returned to T's house, it was...CLEAN!!!! It would seem that yelling at our roomie, M, along with disappearing for a while will light a fire under the heinies of some. And, to ice the cake? No one was here. Alone. All evening. (Aside from the moth incident, but whatever.) So, so great.

Our fish are still (Have I mentioned this?) trying to kill themselves/each other during their mating ritual prize fight. I can only hope that they quit or succeed. It's getting old.

Did you know that Bobby Flay is married to the blonde ADA from Law & Order SVU?

How nice for him. (I hate him. He hasn't done anything to me, personally, but he's a pretentious ass. And he looks like a bratty kid. Does that make sense? Like the neighbor kid from "Leave It to Beaver". So there. NO! Howdy Doody. That's who he looks like....an evil, annoying puppet. Yes..... Anyway, there are very few celebrity chefs that don't come off as complete assclowns in my mind. So there.)

Anyway.

I'm quickly running out of topics. Someone give me a shout out with what they want to hear from me! Help! Help!

Oh, and go check out Moni's beautiful son. He has red hair (!!). Playing for the right team already, I tell you.

Moni, you and your husband are so blessed--I am thrilled for you both. The little man is gorgeous, and when you are less sleep deprived, I require more pictures. (I know you have four million of them! Your mom wouldn't have it any other way.)

Humor....Not Really.

So when T and I went to Vegas, and on to the Hoover Dam and Big Canyon, we stopped in two towns in Arizona, the names of which made us laugh our asses off. Mostly because we had been in the car for hours and hours and hours, were tired and hot, and we're jackasses.

Saligman and Kingman. (SaLIG-MAN! KING-MAN! Super Heroes!)

We decided that these two towns would fight each other, on and on....Yeah, we're weird.

Anyway, I just popped over to my site meter and saw that someone from Kingman AZ had taken a gander at the site.

Welcome, person from Kingman. Your presence made me smile. Thanks. :)

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T's sister A is coming over today to help me sort out the screaming pile of stress that is my wedding. I am meeting with caterers and florists and so on this week, and need to be prepared. Also, I want to talk to her about the reception site and so on....The poor dear. She probably doesn't know what she's signed up for. (Actually, I think she knows exactly what she has signed up for, and the fact that she is still volunteering to do this stuff for me makes me wonder if she's a bit nuts. Actually, she's freakin' awesome (nuts or not), and I would be lost without her. I just have a hard time thinking that people who are not obligated to want to help me. But that's another post for another day, methinks.)

Then, two weeks from now, I am starting the process that makes me want to lie down on the floor and wail until it's over.....

Dress Shopping.

I hate to try on clothes. I hate to wear dresses. I hate anything uncomfortable. I hate people staring at me, I hate being the center of attention....and white? Really? The jig is up, people.

My mother is beside herself because I don't want a veil. I think my mother has fallen victim to the infamous disease that plagues mothers everywhere.... "I Always Thought You Would Do It This Way", perhaps with a smattering of "I Need To Live Vicariously Through You-itis".

No, but really? I have serious, deep seeded body issues. I have a really hard time wearing anything that could potentially show any flaw I feel I have. uuuughh.

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Also, my sister(s) and weird, bitchy nieces that I haven't seen since they were toddlers (and are now in college/last few years of HS) are coming to visit later this month.

If anyone needs me, I will be weeping openly in the garage.

Awwwwww.

So I was talking on IM with a friend of mine from another era in my life tonight. This friend and I, we have weathered some weird stuff together. We will go six months or more without speaking--for no real reason other than falling out of touch--and pick up right were we left off the next time we run across each other on the internet.

We had a long, good 'talk'.

I also asked him about another co-friend of ours, someone we used to work with. (Have I tapped the great resource that is my history of working in a gas station in college? Amazing, hilarious, weird time in my life. I will have to go there at some point. The two men of which we are speaking worked graveyard there with me. The co-friend and I worked graves together all the time, and he saved my life once. Another story for another time.)

Anyway, this co-friend, who I need to think of a nickname for.......AV. Not even close to his real name, but whatever. Anyway, AV is and was a startlingly talented musician. Great singing voice, amazing guitar and bass player. (Taught me to play at work during a blizzard one time. I promptly forgot, but illegal cigarettes will do that to you. {Judge not, please, it was college.}) He was in a very popular local band while we worked together, and I have spent hours and hours of my life sitting in dive bars listening to them play. (He had an entire bar buy me shots 5 days after my 21st birthday one time. Kill me. Also, sang a metal cover of a Gordon Lightfoot song in my honor. Again, another story for another time.)

Anyway, shortly after I moved, his band broke up. I have run into AV several times since then, and he is still high on my list of great people I have had the opportunity to know. We have fallen out of touch the last few years--I saw him a few years ago on a trip down to see some other friends--but haven't spoken to him since. It makes me sad, actually...

Anyway, friend on IM.....D (Again, not his name) gave me the name of AV's new band. It would seem that they have been doing amazingly well in the home state--radio play and everything! And tonight was their CD release party. I looked them up, and was sent to their myspace page.

It warmed my heart. The new band is made up of members of AV's old band and another, equally talented band that broke up around the same time. The sound is great (If you're into metal, really), and it takes me back to one of the only good selection of memories I have from that place and time in my life.

I hear the music, and I am barely 21, sitting at a small, sticky table in a really shitty bar, drinking PBR and smoking Parliament Lights, my dark nail polish chipped, my scuffed black boots scraping damp bar trash underneath the table. Sweating under my leather jacket, my damp t-shirt clinging to my breasts. Listening to loud, bracingly beautiful music and feeling the night inside me.

I haven't felt like that in a long time. It was nice. Hopeful.

Wanna check it out? Send me a comment and I will send you the link. I don't know that all 5 of you can handle knowing where I went to college. Oh, wait.....most of you already do. If you weren't there with me. :)

While My Checkbook Gently Weeps

T and I put the deposit down on our reception site for the wedding.

Sigh.

I hate spending money.

No, really. Especially when it is the kind of money that drains your checkbook. Don't get me wrong, T and I have set a budget and are steadfast in our 'stick-to-it-ness', but still. Ooph.

Oh well, its the sort of thing you only do once, right? It's the one day that is supposed to be just about you (and mate), and what you want.

T and I both hate to be the center of attention.

I was talking to 'lil bro J the other day about wedding dress shopping (He brought it up. Random.) and he was horrified to learn that I want no freaking part of shopping for a dress. The idea of having to wear something white (WHITE! The one color I DO NOT WEAR. Well, white and yellow.) and look like a princess while everyone in my life stares at me and takes pictures makes me want to curl up in the fetal position and sob to myself.

No, I'm serious. (And I am wearing white. My father is laughing from the grave.) I don't like to have my picture taken, I don't like to be stared at, I don't like to 'pose', I don't like speaking in front of people....Yuck.

T is rallying. He is all about getting married, which I respect. (I am also all about getting married, i just don't want anyone to look at me while i do it.) He is confident and ready to stand before everyone in our lives and let the flashbulbs explode around him.

Sigh.

I have a year to worry about it, I know. I'm sure I will be so exhausted and overwhelmed that I won't care at that point, or I will rally and finally get through my head that I AM GETTING MARRIED. (It still doesn't seem real. is that abnormal? It just seems like I have more jewelry and T and I are spending more money than we usually do.)

Pah. No one on here cares about my wedding woes. Vent completed.

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I saw the Eurovan with a lift kit again today. I doubt I will ever understand.

I need to stay up until 5 am today and pick T up from work because I am a nice girl. I think this should be possible because I slept until 2pm today. (I have random bouts with insomnia, and when they suddenly break I will sleep for 15 hours or something. It's not great.) It always makes me feel like a loser when I sleep that late for no reason. Was I up all night curing cancer? No. Was I writing the great american novel? No. Was I sitting in my garage smoking/watching knitting videos on the internet? Yes. Whoo! Changing the world, baby.

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Everyone needs to try 'Pluots'. They are apricot/plum hybrids and the most delicious thing ever not created by God. (I hate fuzzy fruit. Love the taste of peaches but won't eat them because they are fuzzy and that is totally disgusting in my mouth, thank you. {And yes, I am marrying an Italian man. I know you all needed that mental image. You're welcome.)

More New Life

My ex-coworker and friend gave birth to a nine pound, six ounce baby girl this afternoon. I'm sure she is just as beautiful as her mommy and big sister.

Thank God my friends are fertile so I don't have to be. :)

Let the knitting/sewing/swearing at inanimate objects commence!

Near Death, New Life, Stick and String Disaster

T and I started a new diet on Monday.

This diet promptly tried to kill me, and has since been amended to include things that will allow my body to remain upright, conscious, and living.

Hopefully I still lose weight.

It would seem that someone with mild hypo-glycemia issues should not cut all sugar and carbs out of their diet. It can cause something called keitosis, which is bad.

Bad bad bad.

I ate a plum and a whole wheat cracker and felt better instantly.

Praises.

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My dear old friend Moni (From Mo and Ozzy, over to your right) welcomed their firstborn son last night. From all text messages received and stalker-ish familial blog surfing on my part, he is a big healthy boy with really rockin' parents. (And seems to be a member of the red-headed club, which rocks!) Congratulations to you both--Many blessings to your family. :)

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Due to the new arrivals in this world as of late (another friend of mine had the same due date as Moni, and I believe she is giving birth to her second daughter as we speak), I have been knitting, and knitting, and knitting.....and failing, and failing, and failing.

Seriously? write knitting patterns in ENGLISH, please. Lord.

So all my friends with new babies? I have to wait until my mom deciphers the pattern for me before I finish the gifts for your newest members. I assume this is ok, as it is July and knitted items aren't in great demand at the moment.

Thanks.