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I was just out getting coffee, chattin’ it up with my favorite barista, Tammy. She was feeling talkative today. Asked me if I was going home for the 4th, and then remembered that  lives up here now. Then she remembered that I was getting married (“two months!” I said), and how exciting is that, blah blah blah. I move over to wait for my order, and she comes around to the other side of the counter to talk with me. She’s asking wedding questions, like everyone else does, and then she asks where we’re registered at, what we want/need, etc. It was quite clear that she had every intention of giving us a gift. I was joking it up about how  and I don’t really need anything that’s on our registries because we’ve both been living on our own for quite some time, etc., and so forth…. At one point, I had to say, “Tammy, you don’t have to get us something.” (I may have said “me” instead of “us.” Oops! That’s only slip-up number two or three, I think.) I quickly changed the topic to what her plans for the 4th are (she’s going on vacation for the next 9 days, but she’s not going anywhere, but staying home and taking care of stuff that needs to get done).
After I left, I realized I should have said, “Tammy, you shouldn’t get us something.” Oh well. But I just totally wasn’t expecting that situation.  asked my annoying co-worker what the office should do for me for a gift, which wasn’t unexpected, and so he asked me, and I said “nothing, I want you to do nothing,” and he just smiled and said he didn’t think would take that for an answer. I’m not surprised there. That seems like… a normal thing to do, give a group wedding present to a co-worker. I’m assuming we’ll do the same for another co-worker who’s getting married in August, and I’ll chip in for that. We don’t do birthdays or anything else, but, you know, weddings don’t happen every day. But my barista? I know I go there almost every day and I’m a loyal customer, but… it’s just weird. I mean, I’m flattered, but it’s weird. Weirder than when she told me I needed to invite her to the wedding (because sometimes that just something people say when they don’t know what else to say).
This week’s Dear Prudence had a letter in it that could have been written by me (just about two years ago). I bet you can figure out which one it is. And I think that was the most terrifying part of starting to date, to be perfectly honest. And yes, I freaked out about it several times. It’s all good now, though.
Wonderment has moved! Of course, you probably noticed this, since you’re here. If you didn’t notice the redirect, make sure to update your bookmarks now, since at some point I’ll remove the redirect, and then you’ll just be lost. We don’t want that.
The update isn’t entirely complete, but I was sad over the not-blogging for so long, so I figured I’d get what I had out there. Basically, just ignore the archives for the second half of 2005 and all of 2006 and you should be good.
I’ll get a real post up shortly. Comments on the design etc are welcome!
Editor’s note: this post has been composed over several days, so it may be disjointed. Deal with it.
bought me a dress a few weeks ago.
 It's so pretty! And then we bought my wedding band (or he bought, I should say):
 Have I mentioned that I'm in love with this ring? Perhaps unhealthily so? Really. L.O.V.E it. I think I could go on, but y'all might be frightened. And then the next weekend we went back and bought his wedding band. I’d show you a picture, but I don’t remember exactly what it looks like, and it’s not on the jeweler’s website, so… you’ll just have to imagine. It’s Tungsten, and has a brushed finish.
After some drama, we learned that we didn’t sell ‘s townhouse, so the beautiful apartment complex will just have to live without us. We started moving my stuff into his house – a little each time makes a big difference, and should hopefully alleviate some of the frustration and stress that is inherent with moving.
When I woke up Wednesday morning, my fish Pepe was dead. Finally. I know that sounds horrible, but he has been on the brink of death for weeks (maybe months). Last week, he was admonished and told that he was supposed to die by the end of the week, and then he perked up the next day. So I’m glad he finally kicked it. He is, after all, just a goldfish. Plus, this means now that I can clean out the mega-disgusting tank. I can put the Plecostomus in some sort of container by himself for a bit while I de-gunkify and de-algae the tank. I think new rocks are in order, and new decorative elements. And then no new fish until after the move. Just the Plecostomus in the tank by himself. He won’t care. And that fish can survive almost anything. He’s pretty amazing. And huge!
As far as wedding plans, things are going well. Final arrangements were made with the florist. The meal was sketched out and price approximated. Just this week, I found shoes for the reception.
 (in white, of course) Earlier, I’d made peace with the whole not-wearing-shoes issue. I’m quite grateful to both and  who were both adamant that I should not be wearing them, even when I was willing to appease . Then our pastor got on board with the barefoot, flowers-in-her-hair plan. And then I heard the greatest advice: don’t be someone you’re not. So… I won’t be. Barefoot (mostly barefoot, since I have “foot jewelery), flowers in my hair, what else screams “hippie” ?
I had a quiet (and good) birthday yesterday. gave me some really fun stuff, and called. We also went to church and brunch, finished installing the trim in his bathroom, and put in the transfer strips (or whatever you call the piece between the tile and carpeting). Now all that’s left (for those of you keeping track) is to sand the patched spots and paint over them. Wow. And then the kickboard in the kitchen and… I think that’s it (for the manual labor, that is). can correct me if I’m wrong.
That’s it for now. I should go back to working on those archives. I missed y’all! You should leave lots of comments so we can re-connect….
- Compulsion :: -ary
- Spiritual :: leader
- Spray :: nozzle
- Compatibility :: 29 dimensions of (thanks, Neil Clark Warren)
- Pursuit :: of happiness
- Fake :: eyelashes
- Mobile :: phone
- Ceremony :: wedding
- Ribbons :: in her hair
- Mozart :: Beethoven
I’d said I wasn’t going to post right now because I’m going through a major overhaul of the blog and it’s just too much hassle in this time of flux. But, after talking to  last night, I have some news that I thought I should report.
Yesterday, my aunt had one of her kidneys removed, as well as some nearby lymph nodes and a rib. They won’t know for a few days, but they think it’s malignant (from the Latin ‘mal’ meaning ‘bad’). This means that what was originally breast cancer several years ago is now back with a vengeance. My poor .
Also yesterday,  went on disability (and stopped working) for the summer. Chemo has exhausted her, and she’s trying to regain her strength. She may or may not return to work in the fall.
Also, her [oldest] dog is dying. She may or may not be alive this fall. She’s not in pain, but nearly immobile, and once she shows any signs of pain or ceases to be mobile, she’s going to a better place.
So, that was a fun phone call. It wasn’t all that bad, really, since seemed to be in a great mood and wanted to know what she should wear to the wedding, wanted to hear all the details, etc. sounded tired. Who wouldn’t be, with his wife and only sister both fighting cancer.
Now I’m just sad, so I’m going to do something much more happy, like… eat some chocolate covered raisins. Did you know Raisinets came out with a dark chocolate covered version, and it’s delish? I’m not a huge fan of dark chocolate, but it totally works in this instance. I highly recommend.
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