Saturday, September 25, 2010

Neck Deep in Invitations

This weekend was the big press to get the invitation items all printed out and ready to assemble; mailing date: Oct. 1st.  My Maid of Honor went with me and we spent the day apart, she cut and assembled, I printed and fiddled with the computer.  Thank goodness I've been coming down every weekend to do even more fiddling because it would have taken forever otherwise.  As it was, I drove an hour with her to use my parents nicer computer and printer, not to mention clean workspace.  By our deadline of when she needed to leave to get home, I still hadn't gotten the envelopes all printed.  I worked as hard as I could but in the panicked state I was in, it was pretty futile.  I kept messing up.

Finally, I saved what I could and we packed up and left.  The only problem?  The envelopes HAD to be printed today.  There was no other chance before Friday for me to get them done and I wanted to be home Monday to work on things at home.  So I dropped her off at her car, piled a bunch of food in to a cooler for the stay and the parents, grabbed some pj's and toiletries and turned right back around to drive the hour down to their house again.  I got in, sat down at the computer and within 10 minutes I had figured out the mail merge and was printing off the envelopes 10 minutes after that.  I DO NOT work well under pressure sometimes.  Depends what it is.  Fiddling with mail merges?  Not fun under time constraints.  But it's done.  All told there were 104 invitations.  That's 104 invites, 104 RSVP envelopes, 104 maps, 104 website domain cards, 104 RSVP cards and wow, I'm tired.

So I have to miss singing in the choir at church tomorrow.  :-(  But I'll be back in time to visit with a friend.  And then Monday night full assembly, possibly with reinforcements.  Wow, that was a lot of work, but they really look fabulous.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Father Freak-out

Over the last 2 weeks I have been trying to get a hold of the priest who will be marrying us.  Today he finally called back and before I had hardly gotten a word out he started berating me, nearly yelling about how important it was for us to get all this this and this done and the priest we were counseling with should get us a packet and yaddah on and on and "this isn't like a hair appointment, it's MARRIAGE!".  Will I go to hell for telling a priest to fuck off?  Because that's exactly what I wanted to do.  Priest or no he had no right to talk to me the way he did.  I kept trying to explain that the priest who counseled us said there were no issues that we were ready and just had a few more forms to complete.  So who was right?  We are only doing what we're told.  So to be yelled at for not doing things we were supposed to be doing that we didn't know we were supposed to be doing?  Fuck that.

I gave the priest the phone number of the priest who we counseled with and he said he'd call him and let me know what happend.  Great you go do that.

Second phone call with the priest who's marrying us:  "oh everything is fiiine, it's all squared away, I talked with father and monsignor...." and this and that and the other thing and then what I had hoped to hear  "i'm very sorry if I got a little shrieky with you earlier, I was worried and this is important" etc. etc.  I didn't actually take the call.  I had a feeling that I shouldn't talk to him yet, too angry and upset, and that he would rather leave a message anyway, it facilitates apologies. 

So, it's all good again but that was definitely the 3rd bad thing this week.....a pretty bad week.  Maybe next week the planets will all align in my favor instead.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

To Grow is a Very Big Adventure

So last night I was on the phone with G and I told him that I had been thinking lately.  Dangerous of course but necessary.  There aren't many people in this world who you can spend a few hours with, let alone the rest of your life.  I said "Being married might be tough" to which he said "Not for me!".  Hardy har har.  One thing that I love about us is our ability to laugh.  At ourselves, at each other and with him always cracking jokes (though he knows when things are serius bidness too) it's an enjoyable time. 

But seriously, it bares thinking about.  Spending the rest of your life with someone, one person, truly is serious stuff.  It's too bad people don't realize it.  It's not that you have to walk around with a corn-cob stuck up your arse all the time, it's just that realizing that marrying someone is serious puts you in the frame of mind to think 'Hey, I should really think about this'.  And hopefully you do. 

So I have and honestly, I can already tell the things that will annoy the crap out of me and he can already tell the ways I will annoy the crap out of him.  This to me, is a great start.  Nothing like getting involved with someone with only moonlight and stars in your eyes only to find out you don't know them, all of them.  The good the bad the ugly.  We all have it!

Is this growing up?  I think so.  I started it a long time ago but 'up' implies an end.  I beg to differ.  This is growing.....period.  That's something I hope I never stop doing.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

On the Fence

I keep going back and forth about when to tell my employer that I'll be leaving.  There are two hands involved here.  On the one hand, I really only have to give them two weeks notice.  That's all they ask for.  Great.  Lessens the liklihood that I'll be asked to leave when I tell them etc. etc.  That's happened to me before and let me tell you, it's seriously stressful.  Now with a mortgage, it would be nuts and crazy.

On the other hand, I'll be leaving during the down part of the season, they love me (and I them) and all the hard work (well, not all but some!) I've done over the last nearly 4 years will get lost if all I have is two weeks to get my ducks in a row for the next person.  I don't want everything I've accomplished here to be lost.  Not for some self-absorbed living in imfamy kind of reason, but because I truly care about my employer and the people here.  I think I've gotten them on the right track in many ways and I want to ensure that that track is followed.

So there's the dilemma: would they let me go if I told them I was leaving on say....Oct. 8th or so even though the wedding is Nov. 20th and my last day of work would probably be a few days before that?  That's giving nearly a months notice.

Maybe the compromise would be to figure out how long I'd actually need to get all those ducks in a row......three weeks?  And go with that.  That seems logical.  I can't imagine them letting me go for a two-week notice, they certainly won't let me go for a three week one, especially since it would help them if I could get my brain down on paper to help the next person.   Hm.  Logic.....it's a grand 'ol thing.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Paw paw particulars

We have a couple paw paw trees in the gardens and I've always wondered when they would produce something.  This year they did!  Yay!  We found two ripe paw paw fruit, one which I immediately cut in to to taste:

It's pretty yummy!  I think I'll save the seeds and plant them on the farm.  It would be a great substitute for bananas.





Friday, September 10, 2010

Gonna do it

Setting my mind to it and though I didn't want to be one of those brides that goes on some fad diet just before her wedding......screw it all, I'm going to anyway.  A few years ago I was on the South Beach Diet and lost 25 lbs.  I fell off the wagon a couple years ago when I was working hard outside and able to eat anything I wanted without gaining a pound.  I gradually worked less and less outside and more inside and didn't adjust my eating habits one bit.  Bad idea.  So now I'm up to my H.S. weight which was not great though not terrible.  I'll be honest, I'm not obese.  I could be, and have been much heavier.  But the point isn't just weight.  I'm sick of the peaks and valleys that comes with too many sugary (starches included here!) foods.  I just feel better eating better. 

Who'da thunk it.

So here's to the SB diet.  It's the only thing I've ever found to motivate me.  The first few paragraphs of the book make me think:  "this isn't a fad, it's common sense".  And I can do it.  I've done it before, I can do it again.

One of the side effects that they don't tell you about in the book is how you view food completely different.  All of a sudden (the last time I went on it) I was pissed off.  Completely pissed at all the seductive labeling, the cram-it-down-my-throat tactics that advertisers use to get you to eat their crap.  And that's all it is.....crap. 

It's a battle.  My brain and body (which they want dumb and fat) against their brain and money (which is corrupt and bottomless).  I've always enjoyed a challenge.  It's when I get angry that I sometimes do the most good.  F*** you big food companies.  Your plan is backfiring. 

Unless you want people fat....but then perhaps you just don't care as long as you make money.

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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Goldenrod Woes

Alright so yes, I'm addicted to fiber.  Not the kind you eat, the kind you spin in to yarn, dye, knit etc.  Right now the goldenrod is blooming and I am trying desperately not to pick it.  Why?  Goldenrod gives some of the most beautiful shades of yellow you've ever seen whe you use it to dye wool!!!!

I'm leaving on a road trip tomorrow and I'll be back Wednesday night.  Will the goldenrod still be blooming?  Yes!  Will my mind reconcile itself to that fact?  No!  Ugh.  Brain cramp.  Fighting your impulses is hard work.  Why don't they ever teach you that growing up?  There should be a course on it in school.  Call it...."think logically not impulsively".  Now THAT would be a worthwhile class.....better than calculus anyway.

So tonight is cleaning, packing, getting geared up fot the drive.  When you know you don't have much time left in a place you tend to do things you've put off.  I went to the lake a few weeks ago.  I visited the grave of the guy I dated who was shot by his father.  That was emotional and strange but I'm glad I did it.  Maybe that's for another post.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Travels and other doings

This week is nutso.  I know I sound like a broken record but I'm still amazed at how quickly time is passing.  Over the weekend I had to dye some wool using elderberries that were about to go bad.  I experimented a little too much and got an ugly hue of brownish purple on one skein of handspun yarn (73 yards) but on the other skein I got this:
Elderberry dye bath with an afterbath of 2:1 water:vinegar

And though the picture doesn't quite do it justice, it's a lovely ashy shade of rose.  Very happy with this hue.  This is an 82 yard skein.  I have more dye bath to work with but as for the failure, note to self: don't used iodized salt in an afterbath!  The salt was supposed to bring out the blue-ish hues and there's definitely some brown in there.  ick.  Oh well.  And it was yarn, not just fiber.  Live and learn and stop experimenting QUITE so much.  There is such a thing as overdoing it. 

So now I have to stop all this and start getting ready to drive out and see G.  I love a road trip!  It's just getting on the road that can be a headache.  Here's hoping my backache will survive the trip.