To Boldly Go

It’s funny to think that “To boldly go” is such an iconic phrase if not completely terrible for any grammarian in your life.

So now that I’m someone’s old lady, I want to get my life started more than I ever have before. And this means I need to get back to school so I can get my degree and then my Masters to become a working Speech Pathologist. In the next week I simply must perform two tasks:

Contact three schools about transferring, setting up meetings to discuss the madness that is my current state.
I am currently 63 credits into a program at Community College that still does not exist. I have been told repeatedly for the the last three years that there “is just a little more red tape” to sort through and to “continue on the suggested track”. Yeah, right. Even more “amusing” at this point is that I want to change my track from Secondary Education - English to a plain Jane English degree. After that I can do a one-year transfer program and then a two-year Masters program at the best school in the state for SLP. I have contacted folks about this before but that was over a year ago before my father became ill and passed away.

Select an art course that I want to be able to fit into my fall schedule.
I started college as an Art major, actually as a Computer Graphics major, and I soon realized that I wasn’t up to design for other people over myself. Selfish? Kinda. Pragmatic? Yeah, I s’pect so. Anyway, I have since stopped drawing, exploring art, and generally doodling be it on paper or in pixels. It’s driving me batty! My skills are dwindling and my drive has all but disappeared. Time to fix that!

The husband and I (hehe) realized a few months ago that we could afford to do this life with only his income. This was back when we were pregnant and hadto look out our budget without any income deriving from me. When we lost the baby I dared not suggest that we continue on with my “retiring” from the cafe job I’ve had for almost nine years and go to school full time. I didn’t want to seem like a drain on him, especially since he was such a prince last summer during Dad’s illness. Low and behold, I gave him such little credit, he suggested it to me. My prince! My knight in shining tin-foil taking up my hand and going to battle to allow me to go to school! Or something like, that anyway.

Favorite Parts of the Wedding

1. James introduced himself to our booze purveyor as “the Bride”.


2. I had to push my glasses up in the middle of the ceremony - and once during the first dance.


3. My cousin-in-law explaining ampersands to his wife and being accused by her that he was playing a joke (English is her second language).


4. Everyone laughed at the “Cantina Song” being our recessional music.


5. My grandmother liked the Buddhist vows.


6. Our after party was in the same spot as another wedding’s after-party and the bride did not seem amused and blew me off.


7. Wedding dress at the gay bar.


8. When James changed our FB status he announced it to the crowd, interrupting a song, because “it’s not real until it’s on the internet”.


9. Both the photographer and I were bummed he did this without us.


10. Fun photo shoot of a wedding fight wherein I’m hitting James with my bouquet and my fist.


11. The bartender - she was sweet, fun, and poured the drinks heavily.


12. Our breakfast was brought to us on a rolling trolley and Eggs Benedict were cheaper (and tastier) than the hotel’s version of a Slam thing from Denny’s.


13. The third day of being married was spent eating another breakfast, which was cheaper, and then going to the Aquarium. “Loaves and Fishes” I dubbed it.


14. My hairstyle looked like Leia - unintentionally.


15. All of that stuff about marrying my best friend and being surrounded by my favorite people, yada yada.

Birthday, Wedding, Work, and the 14th Amendment

On Thursday I returned to work, no more bed-rest. Admittedly, my bookstore job is only four hour shifts and I sit for most of it. I’m at work right now, actually, so you can tell its incredibly trying for my body. 

Anyway, I’m beginning to feel cheerful again. I’m not bogged down by loss. I know I still haven’t scraped the surface of grief for the miscarriage. I have too much to do with a wedding in fourteen days to spare emotion. My that sounds strange to “say aloud”. Tonight is my hen party and James’ stag. A lot of our closest friends are going to take us out and celebrate our soon-to-be nuptials. I very much hope we can all reconvene before the night ends because a lot of the guys are my close friends as well and I don’t see too much of a point in a gender dividing line.

Especially now that my state is coming to close to approving a gay marriage bill! I’ve signed petitions and mouthed off about this for years and I am so pleased to see progress! I have friends who have made this their career and I can only imagine the joy and hope they feel — and I’m sure the fear that this could all come crashing  back down, as the vote in the house was soclose. But this gives me more hope  that by my first wedding anniversary I can know that a couple can wed in my hometown regardless of the sexual organs, because we all know that that is what truly makes a difference in the character of a person.

So let’s see, what else has happened in this busy time? Oh, James turned 29 on Thursday. With the wedding being so close and obviously our parties tonight we thought it would be a good idea to postpone birthday party until the spring/summer. He’s never had a birthday in June so, hey! But I couldn’t completely ignore his big day, so I made a few little decorations out of paper and some thread. I have to remember to put twine on my shopping list, I searched for twenty minutes and had to resort to my sewing box. I should have noticed that the framed photos were askew, ah well.