Archive for October, 2011

Another to do

.. but one I look forward to..

My mom has requested that Beloved and I write each other a love letter. No idea what for.  She has solemnly sworn that no one will get to read them but us, so they’re not for reading at the ceremony of some sort.

So, I’m guessing it’s either an anniversary thing (think time capsule) or some sort of first aid package for should we ever come to a point where we’ll (*eep*) consider divorcing. Boundless speculation!!

Anyway. I like writing letters. I’ve done love letters before, too (even handwrittenones with a pen and a pot of ink). So yay, I get to sit down and write sweet things.Make some literrary references. Rewrite some famous poetry to mean something entirely different, like last year..

That’s one thing to look forward to (but not too far forward, obviously 🙂 ). Judging by how much I look forward to having Beloved write a love letter for me, maybe I should simply ask for one for my birthday next year. Or maybe one for Christmas?

 

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Count down

53 days ’til wedding day.

Oh, and the rest of the honeymoon is booked 🙂 It will be great!

 

Progress!

I ordered shoes and they have come in. This Saturday I’ll go try on the mock ups of the clothes my uncle has made. I’ll also pick fabrics then, meaning that Beloved can finally go out to shop as well (tbh, he seems so completely unconcerned that I’m beginning to think he either has already picked an outfit or just plans to show up wearing the Spongebob Squarepants boxer briefs I bought him a  while back. That would be cool with me – his

I would be miffed that I’d have to go get all dressed up, though. It’s rather paradoxical that (judging by this blog) I’ve so much time and mental hard drive space on wedding clothes.  Precisely because I don’t care about clothes _at all_, I feel the need to show that I can do it (show up in something stylish, suited to me and to the occasion, unique, representing of me and blahblahblah) when I put my mind to it. Look at me showing off my excellent “deciding trivial shit-skills”! (APW had a great post about decision fatigue a while back – I love them). So yeah. Underwear, sorted. Shoes, sorted. Fabrics and actual outfit, to be sorted soon. Sexy Nightwear (cuz the underwear is the most unsexy thing I’ve worn in my life.. and I wear guy’s boxer briefs religiously), still debating it.

Today: e-mail the lawyers to say we approve of the pre-nup concept. Contact the restaurant for an appointment for customizing a menu and setting a budget (<== the first time we’re even using the word 😛 Aren’t we insane awesome?).

Unrelated: my mom will do “something” with flowers. I don’t quite know what, but it seemed important to her so we told her to feel free, as long as I didn’t need to carry anything. Maybe she can stick something in my hat? I also asked her to arrange someone who can do make up, because I’m a noob (although I’ve gotten to a point where I can apply mascara without poking myself in the eye, *yay me*). My skin isn’t very good, and since I don’t want to cringe whenever I look at the pictures later, I need some professional face-painting to take place.

Other consideration: should I approach my GP and ask for some help? It’s really not normal to be almost-thirty and have acne as severely as I do.  Hmmpf.

(Indication of being Done With Wedding Planning: looking forward to fighting immigration authorities and bureaucracy, right? Right??)

 

An oldie..

That’s when the busy hit. I managed half a post some time last week (or was it the week before?). Did not get around to finishing it, but I’ll post it anyway.

“Last night was awesome. We had friends over (well.. some of my colleagues, ones I get along with well), and Beloved and I talked to them about our ambitions. And after they left, we talked about them together. We talked about which values we want to adhere to and how they will influence career paths and future choices. Of course, everything is open to change still, since we’re talking so far into the future, but it seems pretty clear cut that, while neither of us dislikes this country, we just want to get away. Run. Cut loose from the place where I was born and grew up and where he did a decade of maturing.

It leaves me wondering where I’ll end up and what I’ll do. I have dreams (or ambitions) aplenty, but how will they fare in a country so radically different than my own. And how will they be influenced by the ambitions of the Beloved? We’re very much alike; we share ideals, values and ambitions. The way we go about achieving them is radically different, though. I research everything way in advance, make sure that I have a significant amount of internalized knowledge before I act on anything. Beloved researches as he goes along.

That’s why I’m already reading up on education policy in the US (and yes, I’ve seen “Waiting for Superman”), and it’s why I’ve looked at copywriting and editing jobs and why I’ve researched freelancing. It’s also why I’ve looked into what kinds of political activities can endanger a request for naturalization or even get a green card holder deported. Turns out those last two things are pretty easy … People have been deported for shoplifting (crimes involving moral turpitude). I’d better also not involve myself in political activism (assault is considered an aggravated felony, so if a protest turns even a little violent, a case could be made against me very easily.”