Operation Plan A Little Wedding That's Not A Big Hairy Deal has officially failed, I think. Today I made a phone call to Ireland, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice, and recited my name and order number and politely pointed out that I ordered Otto's wedding ring three weeks ago and could they perhaps tell me when it might be arriving, or maybe just send me some valium in the meantime? But it was all good, because it turns out that Otto's ring had just come up from the workshop (where it was presumably forged by dozens of underpaid leprechauns) this morning, and will be shipping...
Houston, we have a marriage license. Tonight we're poring over bible verses and restaurants and flower options, and although I heartily believe that love is patient and love is kind, I refuse to have 1st Corinthians read during our ceremony. Just because. I think I've heard it at every wedding I've ever been to, including my own. But I don't believe I've actually heard Song of Solomon read at a wedding, even though it's listed as a popular selection. It was while we were shoulder to shoulder, looking up bible verses on the computer, beholding Song of Solomon that I realized we are...
The Pretty One is off the grid. Again. Hopefully she’ll be back online again in the morning, but until then you get my musings. And if she’s not online in the morning, she’s headed to the wireless store. (Think our parents had any idea one of those was coming? Well, perhaps – they did invent the Radio Shack. Kind of the same thing.) So our evening conversation wandered around as it always does. She hates the weather up there. She hates her cable provider. She hates icy roads that prevent her from getting to the grocery store. But the kidlets loved the made-from-scratch pancakes....
I think I am officially All Better now. No longer sick! No longer so tired that just remaining upright makes me weep! It's all good. It's as though I awoke from a fog, looked around, and declared OH MY GOD I'M GETTING MARRIED IN JUST OVER A MONTH OH HOLY HELL WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS? (Answer: It may have been my idea. Back when Otto and I got back together, and I was all about living in the moment, what with my "Do not even do this unless you mean it this time, I'm SERIOUS" schtick.) So I've got about a month to put together a wedding. At least I'm not doing anything else while I do that....
Would you like to buy a house? I know of a lovely one that happens to be RILLY RILLY CLEAN on the outside. And on the inside, well. Um. Actually, it's much cleaner on the inside than it's been in a looooong time. I spent most of the weekend and half the night making it ready for listing photos and also so that people walking through will be able to visualize THEIR stuff in MY house rather than thinking things like "Wow, that is a really big stack of yogurt containers." Not that people wouldn't be moved to buy my house on account of my children's love of yogurt and my penchant for recycling,...
I have had about 1,001 things that need doing before summer, and this weekend, I knocked that list right down to around 995. Hooboy. We are rockin', now. Look out, world! Many of you have asked to see for a picture of my wedding dress and I am not trying to be coy, I am just... ummmm... I don't know what I am. Superstitious? I don't think we can call me superstitious when I'm getting married in a multicolored (including orange and fuchsia) cocktail dress, really. So that's not it. Weird? Well, THAT's hardly a debate; obviously I am weird. But that's not the issue, I don't think. I think it's...
I'm trying to get motivated to get my house ready to show. In a fit of misplaced optimism I emailed the folks with whom we have the contingent contract. Because maybe they sold their house and just forgot to tell me! And they would open my email and smack their foreheads and immediately mail back, "Mir! No, don't worry about cleaning your house! We're all set!" Instead, I got back some mail that not only spoke of their frustration in still not having sold their house, it said something about how this is a "very unfortunate situation for all involved" and I had to go back and reread to make...
We are home, and it was almost a really lovely trip. Tomorrow we will get up early and resume our normal routine; the children will lag and I will attempt to hustle them through breakfast and then we will walk to the bus stop and they will go to school and I will spend the day working and hoping that I do not get a phone call from school to tell me something that I do not want to hear. As for me, I am exhausted. I am glad to be home because next to Otto, I love my bed most of all, and I am so tired I want to sink down into the mattress and sleep for a week. The school visits (as I previously...
Hello! We are in Georgia. Drowning. Hey, kids! This is where we're going to live! Isn't it GREAT? Over here we have... mud. And over there... more mud. Also, there is lots of rain, and the sky is a gorgeous shade of gray. ARE YOU EXCITED? Oh, the weather will let up in a day or two. It's just that we got in late last night and had to get up early today and have been running around and I JUST NOW had a minute to stop and go to the bathroom, whereupon I discovered that my hair was four times its normal size. But at least I'd been wandering around like that all day. The trip itself was almost...
