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Friday, May 14, 2004

I'm getting marri-ed in the mor-ning

all the ding-dongs are gonna chime...

Oh, wait, that's wrong. Anyway.

The dress is done, the reception decorations are up and have been pronounced cool by an 11-year-old, so I think we're in business. We are rehearsed, we are packed for the honeymoon, and the boutonnieres are chillin' in the church fridge. I had a ton of help with the decorations today, which was great, and people even reminded me to eat and brought me food. My brain is so far gone at this point. I only broke down and cried once, though, which was fairly impressive given my stress level.

I was awake at 6:30 a.m. today and decided that sewing tablecloths was a good use of my energy, so I have two new pink and orange tablecloths at the reception. They're lovely if you don't look too closely. I have to say, my whole pink, yellow, and orange scheme really works - the parish hall looks so festive and fun, even before you see the monkeys.

I love what Dennis wrote about getting married.

I will have photos sometime next week - yay for digital photography. See you when we get back from the honeymoon!
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Thursday, May 13, 2004

whew!

Buddy Christ has been found, and is ready for his adventure in Disneyland. Dennis gave me BC for my 30th birthday, so I'm so glad I didn't lose him.

Ryan and I got pedicures yesterday evening. I have really ticklish feet, and couldn't stop giggling the whole time. But my toes are now painted with a color called Up The Amazon Without A Paddle, and they look pretty fabulous. I just got clear polish on my pathetic excuse for fingernails, because they're going to get trashed in the next couple of days anyway. Yes, I am a nail biter.

Today is all about getting stuff done. The rehearsal is tonight, and Dennis is making his Killer Marinara Sauce for dinner afterwards. I'm going to put my parents to work in the Program Mines, folding and tying ribbons.

I'm feeling relatively calm, with moments of Extreme Panic when I remember yet another thing that I need to do.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2004

looking for Jesus

I can't find my Buddy Christ. BC always travels with us - it's just what we do. Here is BC in Santa Cruz playing Skee-Ball, making a getaway in Tennessee, bowling in Vegas, and checking out some loaves and fishes in a field at Bonarroo.



I haven't seen him since I moved. I'm pretty sure he's someplace Safe, in the little black velvet Sephora bag he travels in. I tore the house apart tonight, because I really can't imagine the honeymoon without photos of BC.

Dennis has offered to keep looking, but he's got enough going on tomorrow, since he's cooking the rehearsal dinner. Of course, this led to me yelling, "look, I know Jesus is around here somewhere but that doesn't mean you have to find him, ok?"

Some things don't work out of context.
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Monday, May 10, 2004

update again

More bullet points:

The dress is almost finished. At any rate, it is at a stage where it could be completed with staples and duct tape if it had to be, so there is no danger of me not having a dress. Yay!

We have a marriage license. I had a dream where we got into the wrong line and ended up with a fishing license, but this did not happen. We also have a nice friendly booklet about genetic testing and not getting AIDS and not doing drugs while pregnant. Um, thanks?

We have a rental car. We ended up with a PT Cruiser, which makes me feel like a cartoon gangster. We'll be driving that to Disneyland next week. Cue the Capering Music.

I have good news about my car - I finally got it in to Russ the Wonder Mechanic (anyone who wants a great mechanic in Redwood City, email me!) and it turns out that I have a cracked fan belt and some heat shield or something came loose and was making that horrible noise that was freaking me out last week. So I will have a happy beetle again and it won't be incredibly expensive. Whew. [update: actually, the noise wasn't coming from the loose thing - it was coming from a Giant Bolt which was loose in my car. It didn't come from my car; I probably picked it up on 880 and it got kicked up and stuck and was rattling around inside the body of the car. Which is good in that nothing was actually broken, but it's just so, so random. It did get me to take the car in so that the deteriorating fan belt could be discovered before it snapped, which is a good thing. I saw the one he took out, and it was not pretty. I also finally have two working headlights.]

I seem to be holding together pretty well, although I did snap at Dennis when we went to get the marriage license, because the parking garage was confusing and he wasn't going the right way and it was just so very very stressful. And, of course, that was all about the parking garage and not at all about being sort of squirrelly because we were going to get a marriage license. Fortunately, Dennis knows me very well and let me be snippy and then encouraged me to do it more this week if it helps, right down to suggesting phrases I might enjoy using. So then I just started laughing. If I can hold on to that, I think we're going to be just fine.
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