There was a guy on the train last night who was definitely mad at the world. He got into it with two girls and said something vulgur and was kicked off the train. Hm. That story wasn’t as good as I hoped it would be.
Hair
I’m getting my hair cut and highlighted tonight. Frank is scared that I will chop it off. Shhh… don’t tell him I’m thinking about it… 🙂
So I think we MIGHT be getting married August 31, 2003 (Sunday of Labor Day Weekend). YAY! A reception site called back with that date (someone is backing out of the date) and it matches the Church. Crazy!!!
There are 8 million things that need to get done yesterday, but we will make it! I will write more later!!!
Frank and I started filling out our application to get married in the church–then got bored and decided to snuggle on the couch. This does not bode well for our upcoming wedding!!
Pretty Dress!!
I’m very excited because I made an appointment to look at dresses with my mom, Frank’s mom and my aunt. YAY! I feel like having just a few strategic opinions will make this easier for everyone involved. Plus, I am a sucky dress shopper. I don’t want to inflict pain on any more people than necessary. We are going to a bridal shop called Volle in Lake Zurich. I will let you know if I recommend it at all.
School’s out EARLY!
I should be getting out of work at 2 or 3 today! YAY!
Well, this morning I overslept hardcore. Like, my dad had to page my room and ask if I had the day off today. I didn’t. I was at least 30 minutes late–YIKES! But it’s all good now.
I made phonecalls this morning to the church and two reception halls to figure out what availability there was for September/October/November 2003. Not much–but we will find something, so help me! A lot of girls have these visions of what their wedding will be like, but I never got as far as I thought I would. And it turns out that the groom (shocker!) actually has an opinion! And that’s been kind of helpful because that will make it OUR wedding as opposed to MY wedding.
So, in a few short weeks we need to have our church, our hall, our photographer, our flowers, our dresses, etc all selected. How crazy! Saturday Frank and I are going to meet with our wedding consultant/planner to see what she can do. YAY!
Saturday I am also asking Frank’s sisters to stand up in the wedding. I am a little nervous about asking them, actually. Well, I’m not sure if I am nervous about having lunch with just the two of them or if I am nervous about asking them. I think they will say yes–at least I hope they do! I will let everyone know the official line up once it’s all finalized 🙂
That’s it for now… I gotta get back to workin’!
Right now Frank and I are looking to push the wedding up to October 2003 (yes, this year). The only trouble we are having is finding a reception hall–hmph! I’m sure we’ll uncover something… it will just take a little more looking than usual.
Clampet Updates
My family is the shame of our neighborhood. First, my brother’s friend took out our mailbox with his car. My dad decided to replace it with a cinderblock creation that makes the neighbors cringe. Last night my parents brought home the pop up camper. Fortunately for the neighbors we decided to open it up in the garage rather than on our front lawn… 🙂
Frank
Speaking of the camper, Frank says that he is not going camping with us unless my parents go flying with him. Folks, it looks like what we have here is a stalemate!
I got free ice cream last night! (after waiting 40 minutes in line with Kate…)
Right now my tummy is in knots. My back is in knots. I didn’t sleep well last night–my shoulders hurt, my neck hurts. I weighed about 4 #s more than I usually do. I am an emotional wreck.
“Doggy Food”
To highlight my hysteria, I am going to relate to you a true story. Please, when you see Frank, hug him and hold him. He needs it in this hour of need.
Frank and I were sitting outside of church in the car on a bright and sunny Wednesday. We had been pleasantly talking before we went in to see Danny, our pastor. La la la. Something reminded me of a story about my little sister, Sarah. I started to tell Frank this story:
So when Sarah learned how to crawl, she developed a passion for dog food. Often she’d be playing innocently with her toys in the family room when she would notice that someone forgot to close the laundry room door (where we stored the doggy dish) and she would be at the bowl in a flash. Eventually we would realize that Sarah was missing and we didn’t even hesitate to run to the dog bowl. There she would be, crouching over the bowl, shoveling the delightful morsels into her full cheeks. She would see me coming, running at this point, and her little fists would begin to shake in panic. She tried to shovel faster, but her face was at capacity. I can still see her, a halo of blonde hair around her face, rosy red, stuffed cheeks puffed out with dog food and big blue eyes staring up at me as I leaned down to “sweep” the dog food out of her cheeks.
It was this vision of Sarah that caused me to laugh hysterically on Wednesday. I could hardly breath as I was relating this story to Frank. I looked at him in the midst of my laughing fit and suddenly, without any control, I burst into tears. I sobbed while Frank’s face showed only terror. The thoughts passing through his mind were clear: PANIC! PANIC! MAY-DAY!!!! You should have seen it! So then I started laughing and crying simultaneously. And Frank, hands open in disbelief shook his head.
Later Frank asked our pastor if this is what happens when you make your girlfriend your wife. I hope he’s not having second thoughts 🙂
There are things that happen that people never talk about. Strange things that happen that you experience with other people and there is an unspoken, “Let’s never talk about this–Ever.” Which is fine–some things don’t need to be discussed.
In this book I am reading, a couple is driving to their honeymoon spot. The new bride is agoraphobic (afraid of open spaces) and rarely leaves her home town of Ann Arbor, MI. For the honeymoon, the groom convinces her to drive over to the UP (Upper Peninsula for those of us in the “know”). This drive requires that they cross the Mackinac Bridge–something that is truly terrifying for any individual who is agoraphobic. Anyway, as they are driving over the bridge, the woman FREAKS out. And farts.
Now in this situation, do you say, “Wow, good one sweetie!” or do you keep your trap shut? I would assume that you would just roll down a window and not discuss it. And that’s what they did.
So I was thinking back to my marketing class in college. We were discussing cell phones and different advertising options for Motorola. A guy in the class raised his hand and suggested a spot that featured individuals hiding under their desks as the World Trade Center crashes down around them and they make their last phone calls home. The room was silent for a moment as the class absorbed what this crazy man was saying. Then, as it sunk in, a low hum of, “Oh my God” raced through the room. It was as if the entire class couldn’t believe what he said. A brief exchange occurred between the professor and the student in which the professor told him that was an inappropriate idea. And then the class went along as normal.
After class, no one discussed it–it was sort of surreal. Like a dream you think is real and then realize it was a dream (deep, Emily, deep). A few days later, I finally said to one of my group members, “Did that really happen?” The relieved look on her face said, “Thank God–I thought I lost my mind! That really DID happen.”
Grossosities
This morning I made a “fumble”. I forgot my wallet–and therefore my cash/debit cards/etc–and got all flustered and wound up sitting on a different car than usual with different people. Now, for any Metra riders, you know you get attached to your routine. The car I was in had too many people and I didn’t “know” them.
The guy I sat next to read his paper and I read my book. La la la. He disembarked at Clybourn, so I had to stand up and let him out of our seat. I sat back down and looked at where he had been sitting. He jammed his newspaper between the wall and the seat. And sitting on the floor was his old banana peal. EWW. What are people thinking??? What about the poor guy who has to clean up the car? And WHAT does this guy’s house look like!?
Anyway, I’m sure I will have more later.
Cheers!
There are things that happen that people never talk about. Strange things that happen that you experience with other people and there is an unspoken, “Let’s never talk about this–Ever.” Which is fine–some things don’t need to be discussed.
In this book I am reading, a couple is driving to their honeymoon spot. The new bride is agoraphobic (afraid of open spaces) and rarely leaves her home town of Ann Arbor, MI. For the honeymoon, the groom convinces her to drive over to the UP (Upper Penninsula for those of us in the “know”). This drive requires that they cross the Mackinac Bridge–something that is truly terrifying for any individual who is agoraphobic. Anyway, as they are driving over the bridge, the woman FREAKS out. And farts.
Now in this situation, do you say, “Wow, good one sweetie!” or do you keep your trap shut? I would assume that you would just roll down a window and not discuss it. And that’s what they did.
So I was thinking back to my marketing class in college. We were discussing cell phones and different advertising options for Motorola. A guy in the class raised his hand and suggested a spot that featured individuals hiding under their desks as the World Trade Center crashes down around them and they make their last phone calls home. The room was silent for a moment as the class absorbed what this crazy man was saying. Then, as it sunk in, a low hum of, “Oh my God” raced through the room. It was as if the entire class couldn’t believe what he said. A brief exchange occurred between the professor and the student in which the professor told him that was an inappropriate idea. And then the class went along as normal.
After class, no one discussed it–it was sort of surreal. Like a dream you think is real and then realize it was a dream (deep, Emily, deep). A few days later, I finally said to one of my group members, “Did that really happen?” The relieved look on her face said, “Thank God–I thought I lost my mind! That really DID happen.”
Grossosities
This morning I made a “fumble”. I forgot my wallet–and therefore my cash/debit cards/etc–and got all flustered and wound up sitting on a different car than usual with different people. Now, for any metra riders, you know you get attached to your routine. The car I was in had too many people and I didn’t “know” them.
The guy I sat next to read his paper and I read my book. La la la. He disembarked at Clybourn, so I had to stand up and let him out of our seat. I sat back down and looked at where he had been sitting. He jammed his newspaper between the wall and the seat. And sitting on the floor was his old banana peal. EWW. What are people thinking??? What about the poor guy who has to clean up the car? And WHAT does this guy’s house look like!?
Anyway, I’m sure I will ahve more later.
Cheers!
I know I usually write amusing things on my blogspot, but with the abundance of serious decisions and serious world affairs, I have a lot of very serious things on my mind. Perhaps that has been my mental block in writing anything meaningfully funny here.
Frank and I are getting married. This sunk in a few nights ago. Yes, it took a little bit to really hit me… but when it did, it was like standing at the base of a gigantic mountain and looking straight up to it’s highest peaks. I was filled with joy because of how breathtaking it is. But at the same time–GULP! What a huge commitment!! This is not something to take lightly. As he reminds me (daily), we just need to take it one step at a time.
Beyond that mountain is an entire mountain range of new futures and new lives. How will this world be for our children? Your children? What kind of legacy are we leaving behind? Is this world really better than when we first entered it? How can I do my part? Is working on a media plan something that improves our culture? Our world? How does this all fit into the big picture?
Things get done by taking on manageable pieces. Do what you can do in a day and then rest. I forget this a lot.
Those are my thoughts. Cheesy as they may be.
emmy kay and co. 