Wedding Week Update (final)
Still raining. I don’t care. Everybody is getting here safely.
It’s time for me to wrap this blog up for 2004, and take a nice vacation from computers. Thanks to everybody who has been here for your support, your activism, and your wonderful personalities.
I’ll see you when I’m not so covered in single.
Wedding Week Update #1
I burned my arm making dinner last night. Just a small burn, one I’ll be able to cover up with makeup, but I knew it was going to happen. I’ve smacked my hands into just about everything over the past couple of days, and now two of my knuckles are skinned, including my left ringfinger. Yay, pictures.
I’m making the table cards while stee is creating a wedding rehearsal worksheet on what appears to be Photoshop. My mom is currently sitting in a car downtown in the rain, waiting for AAA to come fix the flat tire on her rental, wondering if she actually has to pay the parking ticket she just received.
Sing it, Alanis
Number of hours my mom’s been in town: five and a half.
Number of hours it’s been raining: five and a half.
Heavy rain is predicted for the next two days, with sporadic showers until next week. Awesome.
Dan creates intentional discord
I left this on Wing’s answering machine before and now I can’t stop thinking about it. It will be sure to create enough strife in the comments section talking about what an evil person I am well into the new year, when we’ll resume regularly scheduled programming. Promise.
One of the resort towns in Thailand that was hit by the horribly tragic tsunami of yesterday is called “Phi Phi Island.” It’s pronounced “Pee Pee Island.” That’s what we call a silver lining in the news cycle.
Go ahead. Consign me to hell through the end of the year. I can take it.
2004
I don’t imagine I’ll have that much time to update here over the next week. People start arriving as early as tonight. So if I don’t check in again, here’s my year-end wrap-up:
Wow.
Do you take this dork to be your lawfully wedded…
When Tara does recreate her recent fight with Glark while delivering our ceremony, she can have confidence in the fact that my last argument with stee involved him eventually shouting, “I don’t understand the oven! I don’t know how to cook!” and then him grinning from ear to ear at how stupid that all sounds, and then me, knowing that he’s grinning about how much of a fool he is for being scared of the oven (not the stove, he made pains to point out, just the “baking part” of it) giggling while shouting, “Don’t make me laugh when I’m mad at you, DAMMIT!” And then him hugging me going, “I can’t cook. I can’t. Help me.” And then me shouting, “I’m not going to let you make me be unangry. I want to be angry right now. I have to go to the post office and run all of your errands and then make you lunch because you’re scared of the oven.” And then him laughing some more, and me driving away with the biggest dumb grin as I thought, “He makes me CRAZY.” (And then he cooked dinner.)
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
In her latest entry, Sara gives a tour of tacky Hollywood homes, including my favorite — the year-round David house. This house is lined in white statues of David, and for Christmas they all get tiny Santa hats.
Our neighborhood is decorated with lots and lots of lights, prompting stee to buy some lights at Target yesterday. That’s when we learned our house has no exterior electrical outlet. Every day homeownership teaches you something new. (We’ve found a workaround — please no helpful suggestions!) Yesterday I trimmed the… green stuff… out on the front hill, around the parking spot. It looks really good, but even though I wore gloves I’ve got three blisters on my right hand. I’m sure that the rest of this next week will involve me accidentally slamming my shouder into something blunt, burning my wrist while cooking, burning my neck while doing my hair, snapping a fingernail off at the quick while reaching for the remote control, and accidentally getting my face caught in the middle of a Cal/Taylor brawl. Because I’m a pretty, pretty bride.
Dear Pamie, I am a
Dear Pamie,
I am a big fan of your recaps and journal entries. Since people sometimes send you links and things, I thought I would pass this along. My dad informed me that a kid was expelled from his Christian school for being gay–bad enough, I thought, and then I realized I knew him. The article has also been in the Dallas Morning News. I was just wondering if you or any of your readers had any ideas about what to do. This isn’t some hick town (make all the Texas jokes you want, though) but a prominent school in the metroplex. My school is no better, with all of the teachers backing out of sponsoring a GSA because the principal claimed to fear for the safety of the kids involved.
Anyway, if you read this, thanks, and best of luck (and major congratulations!) on your wedding and all the career developments you write about.
-Josh D. in Carrollton, TX
Happy Wedding Story Monday
Hi Pam! I’ve commented a few times, but never emailed before, so I’m sure my name isn’t familiar. In any event, I love your site, and your Gilmore Girls recaps, and your book. I think you’re great.
Subject: Christmahaunnakwanzaawalpurgistide Cool Kid Checking In
Hey Pam –
First let me say that you are the coolest of all the cool kids for being a library activist. It’s something everyone can get behind. Here in Sumner County, Tennessee, they tried to shut down ALL the libraries less than a year ago. Public outcry followed and the idea was nixed, but they’re still operating on a very frayed shoelace.
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