Life Continues

The random day-to-day rantings and journalings of a modern woman (I wish) who is trying to juggle wifehood, the wish for motherhood and a career.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I'm working out how to post photos. This is one of my favorite wedding photos. It was just after the church service and we'd gone to see a house-bound friend. Her husband was like - hey I had a cool idea for wedding photos, and told us about using the forklift. So he got it out, and we hoped on and went up and up and up and up - twas a tad scary.

My dress was a silver dupion silk (not sure how to spell dupion, but that makes sense in my head). My really good friend made it, along with her daughters flowergirls dress, which was the same material and color. I borrowed a friend's veil, and wore old black strappy sandels. My something blue were the earrings!

Anyway - it's nice to think about happy things of the past - so I'll keep this post just happy.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Weekend Wonders

I have ten minutes to quickly regal you with the wonders of my weekend.

Highpoints:
  • Mowed the lawns. This takes me three hours. Did two of the lawns on Friday, and the tennis court (a whole hour job) on Saturday morning. We don't put the catcher on, so you have to walk to the right of the mower. That and pick up all the sticks from the lawn, if you don't want to be black and blue.
  • Cleaned the house. I love a clean house.
  • Hosted a hens party.
  • Went fishing in the rain with DH. Caught nothing.
  • Read a Phillipa Gregory novel
Lowpoints:
  • Found out a friend who is twelve weeks married is ten weeks pregnant. In my circles, your generally, pretty much 99.9% of the time married before you're pregnant. So, lucky them, everyone can pinpoint that conception date.
  • Found out another closer friend is 17 weeks pregnant.
  • Pretended to be happy and carefree about above points.
  • Realised that you should never allow people to bring babies to a hens party, even if they can't find a babysitter, or the world is ending. 8 children/babies (under that age of 3), so hens party turned into a mother's club metting. Yeah. Lets talk about birth stories. Um, hello, lets talk about sex and drugs and rock and roll. Ok, so I'm getting way too sarcastic
Anyways - I do have to dash. Remind me that I'm meant to be keeping a level head about this how baby business. This month I WILL NOT TURN INTO A MONSTER!!!!! I vow to become less desperate, I implore all the things that can be implored - please - let me stay sane!!!