Marriage at Month Two
December 15, 2009
What living in Memphis means.
September 23, 2009
I keep telling you folks that living here means a whole ‘nother kind of folk to get used to.
But you keep thinking I’m exaggerating.
Well. I have proof! It was documented on the news! Actual proof!
An excerpt from a wmctv.com news story:
“His Holiness the Dalai Lama arrived in Memphis Tuesday to receive the National Civil Rights Museum’s Freedom Award.
It is his first visit to Memphis and will be remembered for many reasons including the way he was greeted by the city’s mayor – complete with fist bumps.
It seemed like an ordinary walk in the park, but this walk was taken by an extraordinary man, requiring extra security from the air, water, and on the ground.
Both Shelby County Mayor Wharton and Memphis Mayor Pro Tem Lowery were on hand to greet His Holiness. Mayor Lowery told the Dalai Lama, ‘Here we also have a tradition,’ as he showed His Holiness how to fist bump. ‘You say you’ve got a sense of humor,’ Lowery said, ‘I’ve always wanted to say Hello Dalai.’”
Yes.
Fist bumps and Hello Dalai.
WTF.
August 13, 2009
So. Apparently I’ve talked myself back into studying AND taking the 7 instead of the 11.
IN TWO MONTHS.
Yeah. That’s what I thought too.
Fucking insane.
My ovaries are choking me.
August 13, 2009
Oh heavens.
Hormones.
They get the best of us sometimes.
I can’t help it.
I’m 3 or 4 (I can’t remember) days off of my meds because I can’t remember to phone them in, and well.
Yeah.
Add that to the hormones that are… rampant this time of the month and you have one emotional Lish.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Some people thing I’m too calm about things I should be emotional about and these periods are enough to make them shut up again for months.
Most people that know me well know I’m entirely too emotional all the time, and so they run for cover during these times.
The rest of the people just don’t give a shit and it’s to them that I entreat – stop writing moving stories/blogs/twitters/emails!
I can’t handle it.
I just teared up at one of my favorite no-nonsense wedding blogs – yes I read wedding blogs, mainly for the articles – and felt incredibly stupid because I was imagining feeling that way myself.
And what they were feeling wasn’t anything I’d ever feel. A calm sense of relief.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt a calm sense of relief.
A mountain of relief.
A wave of relief, but those both come in loud crashes and tend to overwhelm me.
And then I nap.
But calm?
I don’t do calm.
Though lately I don’t do much of anything – just sit around agape at the list of things I have to do.
Like today – meet with the caterer and tell him what I want to eat on my wedding.
Do they not get that I just want to avoid panic vomit on my wedding dress?
That I’m choking every time I realize it’s time to get invites out?
That I nearly cried this morning when my priest told me he was transferring and someone else would finish up our marriage stuff and marry us?
I can’t think food.
And do you know what that means to someone like me?
I ALWAYS THINK FOOD!
THIS WEDDING IS RUINING MY APPETITE!
lol.
Okay.
So it’s not. I’m enjoying myself at the moment. But I’m tearing up at sweet stuff and I HATE that.
I hate being a girl sometimes – and being girlish and ly I hate pretty much all the time – though I’m so darned good at it.
Bah. Hum-hormones.
I see where Jacob gets it.
August 8, 2009
Who would have guessed that one of my best friends is an Ewok?
Best. Movie. Review. Ever.
August 7, 2009
I snorted at this, I was laughing so hard.
Does the plane speak Celtic?! DOES IT?!!!?
Dear World,
August 5, 2009
No way would I wear these on my bachelorette party night, but just… how… fucking funny are these?
Hmm. Yeah.
Fatalist.
July 31, 2009
Soul Mates.
I wonder where the idea came from – this notion that two people are absolutely MEANT for each other because ‘it feels so right’ and ‘feels like I’ve known him/her forever…’
Don’t get me wrong, I believe in soul mates.
But, on a much more boring basis.
Simply put, I believe there are people I’m supposed to meet in my lifetime.
Both good and bad.
You can’t learn lessons without a kick in the ass, nor have faith in people without a hand up once you’ve fallen.
You can’t learn forgiveness, can’t learn empathy, can’t learn to knit…
Oh.
Well.
You get the idea.
But. The best kind of soul mates are the friends that get your morbid sense of humor.
And add to it.
The people that get so mad they could Cuba.
And the people that run through the prop stores testing out clown shoes with you.
And the people that… well, this concerns one person today… that absolutely know where that line in the sand is and cross it just to see what will happen.
The person that threatens to buy you sugar-free, gluten-free, broccoli flavored protein panties for your lingerie shower.
The person that wants to play “Pin the dick on Nick” at your wedding shower.
The person that wants to make a ‘beating the bride’ pinata for your future spouse.
I’m actually a little curious about the pinata… hopefully he’d laugh the inappropriate laugh that I do at the idea.
Hmm.
I wonder if there is an appropriate way to do that when I’m around?
Probably not.
Regardless.
This has given someone I know great incentive to open her own event planning business…
That caters to people like me.
I could be the partner in crime.
I wouldn’t be able to contribute to the GREAT ideas, but I’m great at execution.
Hmm.
I shall have to think on this more…
A snort.
July 27, 2009
My friend V tweets: “Why do creationists wear shoes and socks? Are their intelligently designed feet not intelligently designed enough?”
Some things I KNOW I’m going to hell for laughing at.
Bad taste for the wedding prop box, but a fitting image for this post...
Accomplishing… finally.
July 27, 2009
This weekend I got into gear a bit.
It’s not that I accomplished tons, it’s that I started on the mega list I have left.
Priced some organza – wanted to price some more at Walmart only to discover that our Walmart is self-destructing by redesign. It’s an interesting project – one that allows you to search for construction paper among the aisles of goldfish.
I couldn’t find ANYTHING.
Went to the props store – that’s a ton of fun.
You see – there will be props at my wedding – and since the final idea isn’t in my head yet, you guys will simply have to know that my wedding reception will involve a rubber chicken.
Yes.
I said a rubber chicken.
But no chicken dance…
Hmm.
I may have to bring that one back, just for the poor chicken’s sake.
Nah.
But that part was the most fun I’ve had since starting to plan this event – I can’t begin to tell you what a blast it was.
I’ve given up control on the shoes and are letting the girls just go for it, and I’m trying to relax in areas that really don’t make a darned bit of difference.
It’s a weird experience for me.
This weekend was awkward on the personal front too -
I wonder how living together after almost 3 years apart is going to go.
Not badly, just differently – or at least that’s my expectation.
It’s a lot more old-fashioned than I had expected our relationship to head, but that suits us in a way.
I’m less traditional – Nick’s super traditional… it’s a meet in the middle sort of thing.
He won’t let me set up a dance down the aisle, but he won’t stop me from making the reception enjoyable.
As a matter of fact, I think only Krista and I really know more about the details at the reception – our daily phone call consists of ways to make people go ‘huh?’ when they’re there…
Or mostly ways for me to enjoy myself that most weddings don’t have.
It may not be fun in the way that mega adult parties are fun, but it’s a step above face painting. Not that I don’t like face painting.
So it should be interesting to see both my parents and my in-laws discover everything as it comes together.
Luckily they don’t get a vote in the overallness of it.
They do, but they don’t – I’m the final say in this, unless Nick waves his Veto Wand, in which case he wins.
It’s not fair, but it’s easier to live with a happier L-man than an unhappy one.
No angry Cubas in my house.
Yes, I meant Cubas.
All in all, the best thing is that I’m MOVING period.
Accomplishing.
DOING SOMETHING.
Let’s hope this pattern continues, because the sheer amount of stuff in my house right now is a little overwhelming…
What wedding planning REALLY looks like.
I don’t like clutter.
But it will all have a place to go… eventually.
I wait very impatiently for that day.
