Wedding Freak-Out Update #2:
We sent the deposit to the DJ, so we now own his little soul.Â Well, at least on November 27 we own his little soul.Â Bwa-ha-ha!
I just sent an e-mail to the photographer to ask for a contract so we can own his little soul too.Â Strangely enough, the photographer is from my hometown (where we lived until March).Â Didn’t even know there was a photographer in that town.Â He doesn’t seem to have a studio or anything but maybe it’s tucked away somewhere.Â Maybe he’s a crazy psycho who lures people into his “studio” and then kills them!Â Guess it’s a good thing we’re not going to his studio.
Still need a florist and a cake baker.Â I’m starting quite a collection of little souls.
I paid Stylin for the bridesmaids gifts.Â Now he just has to pass the money on to his sister.Â But that’s not my problem – I have discharged my debt.
TIME TO PARTY
For some unknown reason, I thought it would be a really good idea to have a party on July 4.Â Usually, this would be No Big Deal, because our parties have typically consisted of 1) Burning things 2) Drinking things and 3) Grilling things.Â But this party is starting at 2 PM and my parents and grandmother may be attending.Â Plus I invited my cousin and Vicki.Â Plus I thought that it would be nice if I baked some stuff and actually made some food instead of just having The Man throw meat on the grill.Â You know, because some people might not want grilled meat.Â Lucky for us our stove was finally delivered so I can actually bake the cake and the brownies and the what-ever-else I decide to make.Â Because I have a sneaking suspicion that baking a cake on the grill is difficult.Â I wonder if you can bake a cake in a Crock Pot?Â I’ll have to look into that.
Maybe I’ll get a badminton set so people can play badminton.Â And then the rest of us can laugh at those playing badminton.Â Fun!
Anyway, I went to the grocery store last night to pick up the Cake Components and discovered that for some reason my local grocery does not sell whipping cream.Â They don’t even sell Cool Whip.Â All they sell is the stuff in a spray can.Â And while Redi-Whip has its place, it’s hard to use it to cover one’s cake.Â I’d rather use real whipped cream because I’ve never used it before and I’ve been itching to try out the whisk attachment on my electric mixer.Â But I was foiled!Â All they had was half-and-half.Â Cartons and cartons of half-and-half.Â So much half-and-half that I wondered if there was some strange cult of people in my new town that drank half-and-half instead of milk.Â I’m still not sure, but I do know that apparently whipping cream is something that is verboten in the local grocery.Â So I have to go to Big Evil Soulless Grocery Store to get it.Â And I hate that place.Â There are always very fat old ladies standing in the middle of the aisle talking to each other.Â I don’t mind if you’re fat, and I don’t mind if you’re old, but if you’re fat AND old AND blocking an entire aisle because you’re gossiping, you’re likely to get rammed in your ass with my cart.
For some reason, when I was on my futile quest for whipping cream, I picked up some yogurt.Â I haven’t had yogurt since I was a kid.Â My mom used to make it.Â MAKE YOGURT.Â We were sooo down on the farm.Â And if I remember correctly, it wasn’t flavored yogurt that she made either.Â So I decide to try this blueberry yogurt, because if I like it then that is something healthy to eat for breakfast.
I ate it in the car on the way to work.Â I liked it; it was okay.Â But I have a question:Â does anyone else put yogurt in their mouth, and think for the first few seconds “OK, that tastes pretty good…” and then right before you swallow it you start thinking “Why is it starting to taste like vomit?”Â and then right after you swallow it you’re thinking “GOD!Â Could that get any worse?”Â But then you take another bite.
What’s up with that?Â Yogurt has a funky aftertaste.Â Must be all the bacteria or whatnot that goes into it.Â I did figure out that I need to get the kind with more fruit in it, because the actual blueberries cut the vomitness down considerably when I was lucky enough to pick one up.
COUNTING THE DAYS
I am so ready for the Drummond Island vacation extravaganza.Â I just cannot wait to pack all our shit in the car, drive for 10 hours, and take a car ferry to a beautiful island full of bears and beaches and water and other fun exciting things.Â I cannot wait to get back out to the Maxton Plains.Â To kayak on the flood project.Â To sink the pontoon.Â To eat fish that my stepdad and brother-in-law and fiance caught that morning.Â To sit on a deck with my mother and smoke.Â To get on a boat with my sister and find a new beach to explore.Â I can’t wait to smoke cigars and drink rum around a fire while my very loud relatives play euchre.Â I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and decide “Am I going in the boat?Â Am I going to read a book?Â Am I going kayaking?Â Am I going to take the car into “town”?Â Am I going to get eaten by a bear?”Â The possibilities are endless!Â Well, almost endless. . . none of the possibilities include: “Am I going to kill myself out of sheer boredom at 2:00 PM because I can’t stand being at work for one moment more?”
SPEAKING OF THE JOB
The Man and I have been talking about What Jas Wants To Be When She Grows Up.Â He mentioned to me that if we are careful with money I could quit my current job at some point soon after the wedding and start learning about pet grooming.Â I told him I’d think about it, and I have been, but I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t try to hang out here for a couple of years, until I’ve gotten my degree and until we’ve made most of the major renovations on the house.
But then the other day, one of my co-workers reminded me of a silly little anti-nepotism policy we have at this company, which basically states that once you get married to someone else in the company, one of you had better be working for a different director than the other.Â Except in my office, we don’t have directors.Â We have one VP (Faith), and we both work for her.Â So maybe I’ll get shit-canned as a wedding present.Â Wouldn’t that be kind of. . . funny?Â I come back from the long holiday/wedding weekend, and am immediately escorted to Human Resources for my exit interview and told to pack up my crap.Â “By the way, congratulations on your recent nuptuals.Â Everyone was so happy that you and The Man finally got married.Â Oh, I’m afraid that we’re going to have to ask you to relinquish your key card.”
I say “I” because The Man makes a hell of a lot more money than I do, so if one of us has to go, it’s got to be me.Â And he is really comfortable at this company, whereas I am just ambivalent.Â And I’m the one who wants to do something else, anyway.Â If it comes down to it, I’ll bite the bullet and I won’t even feel screwed over.Â It will be karma, sort of.Â But if I had my choice, I think I’d stay here until I’m done with college.
I took my first test in my spring/summer class yesterday.Â Just to refresh your memory, I’m taking Principles of Management.Â And I find it very interesting how much information I’ve absorbed from working in a corporate climate for so long.Â I can look through the practice test questions and mostly figure out which answer it’s supposed to be just because to me, it’s obvious.Â I hoped that would help me out a bit on the test yesterday, since I’m having a problem retaining the information from the book, but I’m afraid that for about a quarter of the questions my answer was “Hmmmm. . . ” and then I had to pick the one that sounded familiar.Â I just hope I got a B.Â That’s all I want.Â I have to pull a B in this class to get reimbursed for it.Â I’m taking the fall semester off.Â I have too much going on with the wedding and all.
And, to be perfectly honest, I need a semester off.Â I hate school, and I need to take a break and recoup so that I can be okay to go on.Â I really, really want to get a degree, any degree, and if I don’t give myself a break I’m probably going to say “fuck it” and continue to be uneducated.
I also should decide which management route I’m going.Â Probably should go for the “Small Business Management”, since if the ol’ pet grooming thing works out, I’ll mostly be working in or owning small shops.Â But it’s tempting to just do “General Management” and use my electives to fill out the curriculum with the small business stuff.Â Maybe I should go talk to the academic counseling weasels again.