Monday, May 21, 2007
Anyway, we have ACHIEVED PERIOD, people! That's right, the strange limbo-stage between miscarriage and next period is over, we are back to Day One! I have never actually been thrilled to get a period before, it's a strange emotion. But not only does it put us back on track to trying to concieve, again, it means that by the WEDDING on Saturday, it will be all over and done with-- no horrible combination of bleeding w/ satiny white wedding dress and dozen relatives/ in laws to consider. Nice. So, um, welcome to my inner-most thoughts, ya'll.
Everything else is ticking along nicely for the trip. We bought the rings-- mine is just a very simple, plain band that accentuates the engagement ring. Don's is a much more interesting hunk of metal. Almost industrial-looking. It's hard to describe so I'll take a picture when we get them. I love the jewelry store where we got them, it is the kind of place that I can imagine coming back to over the years. The collection is unique, hand-made; the people working there amazingly knowledgable.
Doing laundry and packing tonight and tomorrow. Cleaning the house. Updating Cathy's shots. Grooming: wax eyebrows, legs, get nails done. Hey, I'm only planning on doing this whole wedding-thang once.
As far as waxing, though: (to fit the theme of sharing way too much...) Having had it done once before, a few weeks ago, my initial reaction was that PAYING someone to cause this kind of pain was simply masochistic. But the results are... worth it. Especially for someone as lazy as me, who would go hairy as a yetti before shaving every darn day. And while Don couldn't care less about the leg-fuzz (urbane European-habiting hobbit that he is) I would like to be able to wear shorts and skirts without checking for stubble. And, I've been told that it gets better over time, the waxing. So, I'll do my legs again for the honeymoon, so that I can wear pretty skirts with no stubble; and then if I don't want to, I'll just never do it again.
Although the skirts probably won't get worn, seeing that we're going first to New Mexico and then to Seattle. Even in late May/ early June, there will most likely be a lot of cool weather, cold nights, and rain between the two... we're probably the only honeymooners next week who'll be in denim, flannel, fleece, and Timberlands instead of bathing suits and shorts. I can't wait!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
The animals will stay at a kennel, for the first time in the six years that they've been with us. This is the only dark spot for us: knowing that while we hang out with relatives, tie the knot, and tour Seattle, Alice will be boarded, without even her blanket for comfort. We've only ever left her once before, and that was at the house with friends coming over to take care of her. Looking back, this may be one reason why we don't take a lot of vacations; Don says it's like having a kid but I say it's worse; airlines, hotels, everything will let you bring a kid with you-- not so much if it's a dog. There's no way in hell that I'd put her in a carrier to go into an airplane's hold with the rest of the luggage. Pets die down there, occasionally. It's not even climate-controlled. If a suitcase can get "lost" and sent to the wrong city, then so can a dog. I wouldn't put her through all that for the selfish reason of having her with us on vacation. So we usually go camping and take her along. At least we know she'll be well-cared for. It seems like a very nice place, as far as "places that look just like the POUND" go.
Don's afraid that it will give her animal-shelter-flashbacks-- the concrete floors, barking dogs... I try to reassure him (and myself) that we tend to attribute more emotional depth to dogs than what they really (most likely) have. That as long as she's warm and well-fed, walked three times a day and talked to a bit, she'll be fine-- and that once we come to pick her up, she won't be able to recollect it at all. He reminds me that when I leave town, she usually doesn't eat for the first three days. I guess we won't know how bad it will be until afterwards, when we can interview the keepers. There's just nobody here that would keep her in their house, and having people promise to stop by twice a day is just too risky. Too easy to forget one morning, or one evening, and then there's Alice with no food and no bathroom. Cathy, I'm not too worried about, because she's so much more independent. I guess most cats are.
Friday, May 18, 2007
My coworker: Hey guess what! I was driving to work and I saw you! Walking your dog! I drove right by you!
Our house is just off of a main street leading into town, and on the route that she drives to work and back. She is now familiar with the house itself and sometimes reports on having seen me there. A few weeks ago, she announced that she saw Don on our porch-- the first sighting of the elusive fiance.
CW: He's different than I imagined! His hair is curly. He was playing with the dog!
CW: Umm, Mara? Does Don ever, like, wear dresses? Or maybe a robe or something? 'Cuz I drove by today and he was out on the porch wearing some kind of dress... but I guess it could have been a bathrobe...
Oh, my God. While I sleep, unknowing, Don is exposing the neighborhood to the image of himself in MY bathrobe, letting the dog out. Leading my coworker speeding by to think that I'm marrying a dress-wearing transvestite. Not that there's anything wrong with that, except that it's not true. Just something deeply wrong with Don going outside in a robe over jeans. Sweetie! We don't live out in the country YET. We live in a densely populated neighborhood on a busy main thoroughfare. Put a tee shirt on! If for no other reason than so I don't have to hear from my coworkers that you've been spotted walking the dog nekkid or something.
I called him and we've set a new ground-rule that (in my opinion) should go without saying: No Going Outside When Not Fully Dressed. I mean, there have to be SOME standards, right?
Monday, May 14, 2007
By Rita Skeeter
In an amazing turn of events yesterday evening, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been vanquished at last. It seems that The Boy Who Lived really was fated to destroy the Dark Lord, just as the Prophet predicted as early as last year. (Turn to page four for a complete analysis of the Daily Prophet's predictions and how they came true.) We have taken the opportunity of interviewing Rufus Scrimguer, Minister of Magic, on his involvement of the affair.
"Of course, Potter and his friends were working in tandem with the Ministry. We have been in close communication with them for quite some time, although we found it neccessary to hide that connection from the public for the obvious reasons. Why, one of our best Aurors was present at the time of the battle--that alone indicates the close, personal connection between Potter and the MoM. We did everything we could to provide him with security and protection."
"It turned out to be all about the Beatles, after all. Once we figured that out the rest was easy, it just took some time to work through it. Dumbledore knew, of course. He was always trying to tell Harry, but when Harry heard "All you need is love", he thought Dumbledore meant the love in Harry's heart, or the love his mother had for him, or something. We didn't realize it was a reference
to the pop song. Finding the Beatles CD behind the portrait, that was the key."
"We just all formed a circle around him before he knew what was happening, singing as loud as we could to the music, "All you need is love, love... love is all you need. Love is all you need." As we joined hands and finished the song, Voldemort just kind of ... melted, into this great puddle of evil."
"Puddles of evil are easily dispatched by a mop and pail, any skilled House-Elf can do it. We were very fortunate, of course, to have one of Hogwarts' houselves with us at the time, and he conjured a mop before we could even finish singing. There are several examples of this phenomenon mentioned in Hogwarts, a History-- at least three different incidences of evil puddles. This is the real reason that Hogwarts keeps so many houseelves in its employ-- they are actually there for security as much as anything."The house-elf in question, ("Dobby") was unavailable for interview but is rumored to be co-heading the new House-Elf Union along with Granger, who in turn is rumored to be interviewing for a new Ministry Division Leadership role.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Long absence from the blog, because there's too much going on in my head to properly record it. Swirling thoughts that don't lend themselves to posting, little snippets.
That, and Don and I are getting married in a few weeks, on May 26. Surprise! Yes. We are travelling to New Mexico, where my parents have a vacation home, and having a tiny wedding. 16 people, including Don and me, just immediate family. A judge (the judge?) is coming to the house to marry us there. Then we are honeymooning in Seattle, where we will drink too much coffee and perhaps try for pregnancy numero dos.
I have never been a "wedding" person. This is something that's hard to explain to most people. I remember once trying to earnestly tell my former 'best friend' that I don't much care for weddings, that I would never want a big, formal affair. She dismissed the idea out of hand, saying, "Ridiculous, every girl secretly wants a big wedding!" I once suggested that Don and I might have a Halloween wedding, a costume party in which our costumes were "bride" and "groom"; she told be to stop kidding around. I wasn't. Ah well, she never really got me, I guess . As little girls, my sister and I didn't play "bride". I have never fantasized about walking down the aisle, matching bridesmaid dresses, Pachelbel's Canon in D. I have never craved being the center of attention.
I don't know why, but I seem to be missing some crucial gene that makes it desirable to spend all of one's money (or one's parents', or go into massive debts) on one day. One day! That guests may or may not remember fondly. I've only been to one wonderful wedding, my cousin's.That you, yourself may or may not remember fondly. The hype, it is so huge. This is "YOUR day!": to get whatever you want, to look beautiful, to be the star. "Once in a lifetime!"... so they say. For about half, actually, according to the statistics.
Don and I always wanted a small, small wedding. His idea of small is just the two of us. Mine is to include at least our parents, because getting married without the parents implies that we're eloping, running away, that we don't have their approval and their blessing. I tossed some ideas around with my mother during our December trip to Big Bend, but it wasn't until I announced my pregnancy in early March that the wedding plans took off. Mainly this was because of my Dad, who after recovering from the shock of impending grand-parenthood decided that we needed to plan this wedding NOW. You know, before I got all big and pregnant-looking. Before having a kid out of "wedlock". Speaking of which, wedLOCK? Who on earth came up with that phrase? Don and I got a kick out of calling it our "shotgun wedding", seeing as we've been engaged for ... 2 years now?
Me: Really, I'm fine with it just being me, Don, and you guys.
Dad: And the uncle, aunt, cousins, and partners right?
Me: Umm, of course. That's what I meant, silly me.
So between my parents and Don's (!!!), one paternal uncle, his three kids (my first cousins), two partners/spouses, one baby, one maternal uncle (!!!) and his daughter, and of course my brother and sister, we have fourteen guests: flying in from Texas, Michigan, Illinois, California. I'm seriously touched that so many people would go so far out of their way, on such short notice; to be told about a May wedding in March. Don's parents I never expected to come. They just don't travel anymore; Don's been telling me for a long time that they wouldn't be able to come unless we had the wedding in their backyard, or something. And yet, they are bravely, stoically making the trip. As are my uncle and cousin on my mom's side, whom I've never seen outside of their own state before. They've never travelled on our account, before. Hence the exited exclamation points previously.
My parents, bless them, have done about 95% of the planning and logistics for this. First because I was in the exhausting first weeks of pregnancy when all you seem to be able to do is sleep, perchance to wake up and eat something. Then, because I was blindsided by the miscarriage and its aftermath. Now, I'm so exited about this. Apparently it IS possible to have an unusual, noncommercial wedding; it just requires examination of every "tradition" for personal value.
Does a frilly white cake mean something to us? Hell no. Chocolate anything does, though... and cupcakes, and tirimisu. Do we want the traditionsDo we actually want "attendants"-- bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girls? For that matter, do we need a procession or even an "aisle"? In this case, no and no. No pomp, no circumstance, no 'here comes the bride...' Casual is the name of this game: casual, meaningful, and intimate. And yet I've bought a white dress, and a slightly poofy one at that. White is a really good color for me. And any dress I wear has to be full in the skirt because of the way I'm built, which is generous on the bottom. Sleek, straight dresses don't work on me; they bulge at the hips and look rediculous. Also, I wanted there to be something, some little part, that still connects with main-stream wedding culture. Some indication in the photos that this was, indeed, a wedding and not merely a family reunion.
So, world, that's my big announcement. In 2 weeks and 1 day, Don and I will make the quantum leap from shackin' up to legally wed. I'll post pictures when we get back from the honeymoon.