After an hour of discussing shit-loads of wedding planning details, the conversation turned to tables and chairs. The discussion was going NOWHERE. All I could think about was trying to get home in time to go swimming with Mike (which I wasn’t able to do). I finally burst out, “I could care less where people sit. For all I care they can eat off my ASS.” My mother replied, “Well then, your ass better be clean.” I think my mom is pretty awesome.
Stress Fest!
June 25th, 2009
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Only 24 days left until the wedding!
June 16th, 2009
We celebrated bridal shower fun on Sunday…I was really excited that my maid of honor, Stephanie, was able to make it up at the last minute. We had an incredibly perfect weekend, save for being hungover on Saturday morning.
Stephanie, Mike and I made it to 3 DIs on Saturday, well 4 DIs if you count going back to one twice to pick up the adorable $20 dresser Mike spotted. I have been desperately in need of a dresser. Hopefully now my clothes will stop gathering themselves on the floor of our bedroom. We also scored an assortment of Pyrex and a cookie jar I haven’t had time to photograph, and an adorable vintage jewelry box; I have been looking for one FOREVER.
Mike and I are both thrilled about getting married but the planning has been really stressful. It was so nice to have Stephanie here, there is something about having a friend around that you’ve known for 21 years…something that just makes everything OK. I really wish we lived a little bit closer so we didn’t have to travel four and a half hours to see each other but at least it’s doable for weekend trips.
The shower was lots of fun. It was nice and small, just like the wedding. At my request we didn’t play any shower games, we just sat around drinking mimosas and bellinis.
Everyone seemed to think it was funny when I told them it should be illegal to have a shower without alcohol, including BABY SHOWERS! I don’t really care for the shower games (though I’m sure we’ll play games at my family shower on Saturday - I am considering bringing my new flask!). We ate lots of yummy food, including position of the day cupcakes my sister made, fruit salad with fresh mint (my new favorite), cheese and crackers, French toast bake, and some cupcakes that were so delicious they were evil. Heather made Aztec chocolate cupcakes with chunks of chocolate, almond, and chili so they were just a little bit spicy. I received all sorts of awesome gifts, including a “How to become a real old married lady” kit complete my very own muumuu, disposable panties (how have I lived without them?), gigantic cotton panties, a douche, and aspirin. I think the aspirin is part of the kit so you can grab it when you don’t want to have sex.
The hit of the party was definitely Boy Toy Brad, the blowup doll. Though he’s more of an Enrique so I had to rename him. He spent some time looking out the window of our living room window and seemed to attract some attention from a man in an apartment across the way. Enrique also spent some time in our bed and surprised Mike when he arrived home. Since then he’s been in our roommates bed, hanging from the chandelier, peeking out from behind the flat screen TV, and now he’s hiding out in the coat closet. Too bad it’s so warm that no one will discover him for a while.
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I Thrive on Anxiety, NOT
June 11th, 2009
My parents are on Facebook and it freaks me out. I don’t have any links between this website and Facebook so I still have a place where I can speak openly, but I still feel WEIRD.
It’s been a while since my mother entered the world of Facebook. I knew she was using (HA, HA) because she kept mentioning it in when I was around without specifically asking me why we weren’t friends because that’s how my family rolls: dysfunctional!
After months of ignoring passive aggressive Facebook chatter, this morning I received a friend request from my dad. He and I have always had a different relationship than my mother and I and it took me about two seconds before deciding to accept his request. I feel a little bad. This isn’t exactly news since I make feeling bad a hobby. HELL, I’m a damned professional! I don’t know if it is from my religious upbringing or my middle-child-ness, but if I were a super hero my power would likely be GUILT.
So now I feel like I should go through my Facebook crap and clean things out so as not to offend my parents, which is how I rationalized not being connected to them on there before, but I don’t want to have to watch who I am or pretend I’m something I’m not. I’m the foul-mouthed middle child who posts suggestive pictures of myself with Brigham Young statues or makes vomit hand signals while holding a Holy Temple book in the middle of the LDS section of the local bookstore. I also rant and rave about weirdness and living in Utah gives me PLENTY to rant about.
How many of you are connected to your parents on social networking websites? Am I the only one experiencing parental anxiety? HELP!
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33 Days and Counting
June 8th, 2009
Last week I reached the point where I started wishing we had eloped. My friend Margot tells me that is normal and in a year I will be so happy we did the regular wedding. Which is great to hear, I just wish it were a little more reassuring right now.
Mike and I have most of the big things arranged: we all know/have what we’re wearing, my sister is marrying us, we have a photographer, my mom is doing the food, etc. The one thing that hadn’t happened until this weekend was introducing Mike’s dad and stepmom to my parents. It went really well, especially after I poured myself a half and half rum and Diet Coke.
My favorite part of the evening was when my mother told Mike’s stepmom she thought Mike was modest. His stepmom said Mike had good manners but she didn’t think he was modest. She asked Mike’s dad what he thought…after a minute he said, “Well he doesn’t wave his dick around in the park.”
OK off to go figure out how my sister and I are going to manage to do all of my flowers on our own. I am going back to sleep and see if I can’t get rid of this cold which was surely brought on by stress.
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Two Years
May 25th, 2009
Two years ago today I was living in the bay area and visiting my family in Utah. My parents had just moved into a new home and the express purpose of my visit was to see if I could handle moving to Utah and living with them so I could return to school. Quite a few of my friends thought I was crazy to move to Utah - especially to live with my parents. But I had reached a place with my job where I was tremendously unhappy didn’t give two shits about my work. Everyday was a challenge to get up and go to that job. I had worked long enough in that industry that I made a decent salary, which kept me there for 6 years, until I realized I just couldn’t take it anymore. Working in a job I loathed was sofa king unhealthy. It probably had a large affect my back problems and surgery from the year before.
Sure I could have taken classes while working (which I did) but it never got me anywhere. The thought of starting over and being able to attend school full time was the first thing that got me thinking about Utah. During my 2007 Memorial Day visit it was my little niece who stole my heart and sealed my decision to move. I have four other nieces but had never lived near any of them. Seeing how adorable my little eight-month-old niece was and realizing how much of an impact I could have on her life by being a regular part of it persuaded me to move.
I also didn’t want to one day regret not spending time with my parents while they are still around. I had a conversation with one of my uncles about how much he regrets not spending time with his parents when they lived in the same town because he was too busy working. I don’t want that to be me.
Even though I gripe about the liquor laws and fry sauce, I am glad that I made the move. I love seeing my niece and sister. We have a much closer relationship than ever before, I see my parents enough that they drive me crazy (sometimes), and I have met many fabulous new friends.
The biggest change, one that I wouldn’t have believed even if someone had told me, was meeting Mike. I have never felt as happy and secure in a relationship as I do with Mike. Certain things make sense that didn’t before and I am so happy to have clicked on (hello internet dating!) my true partner. He understands so much of the Mormon bullshit I grew up with because he is a non-Mormon raised in SLC. Plus he’s sensitive, hilarious, has an equally twisted sense of humor, and he’s a total hunk! I am thrilled for the next 46 days to fly by so we can be husband and wife.
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This is why people have wedding planners
May 13th, 2009
Holy wedding plans! Only 58 days and I have a to do list so long I should probably be running around like a crazy person, checking things off. (Instead I’m blogging. GO ME!) Our families have been really supportive and I’m grateful for that.
Mike’s mom met my family for the first time on Mother’s Day. It was really great to introduce my future MIL to my family. I feel very lucky to have such an awesome and kind MIL…there is a definite friendship developing and I’m excited to be able to have an honest relationship with her, unlike so many of the horror stories you hear! Now for my family to meet Mike’s dad and step mom!
We’re currently experiencing (the too brief Utah) spring. My sister and I have started walking again. Last year we didn’t start on our health kick until August, so I’m sure we’ll be able to make a lot of progress since it’s only May. Which is great because I am eager to be healthier and more active. I don’t want to become teeny tiny or anything, I’d just like to tone up a bit. Right now we’re pushing my niece along in her BOB stroller but soon we’ll be carrying her in a child carrier backpack. NOTHING kicks your ass like hauling a two-year-old around a mountain on your back. I’m really excited! (And obviously sick - HA HA.)
My little niece (Bubbie) knew that I was pregnant; something I will not disclose so soon the next time. The last few times I’ve seen Bubbie she taps my belly while we’re playing and asks, “Is there still a baby in there?” My sister asked if it was hard having Bubbie pepper me with questions about the baby and honestly, I almost feel like it helps. She’s just two and she doesn’t ask from a mean place. Most people are afraid to ask or don’t want to bring it up for fear of upsetting me. Somehow, the honesty of a toddler helps me feel better (even though it’s still sad), because she acknowledges what was there.
I was really worked up about telling my niece there was no longer a baby in my tummy after the miscarriage but she handled it like such a pro. I was sitting at the kitchen table and my niece was showing me her new shoes. She exclaimed, “And! Today we can go shopping and buy shoes for your BABY!” When I told her there wasn’t a baby in my tummy anymore. She squeaked, “Ohhh.” and gave me a big hug.
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Pig-Pen Brain
May 8th, 2009
Remember how sad and dirty Pig-Pen was in Charlie Brown? I’ve been feeling a bit like him recently. Not literally, more like I’ve had a constant cloud of shame and sadness flying around me. When I get really depressed it takes me a while to recognize it. Then I have this “oh shit” moment where I realize just how sad I’ve been, then I’m able to move on.
Looking back on the past three months it’s no wonder I’ve been depressed. We’ve had a lot to get through but I’m finally feeling better. (THANK GOD.) I’m sure I’ll have my moments but for the most part I feel less like staying in bed all day.
I have plenty to keep me busy. The wedding is only 2 months away. (YIKES!) I am super excited for the wedding and cannot wait to marry Mike. I just want all the little details to go smoothly between now and then. So I’m making GIGANTIC lists and attempting to accomplish tasks, check them off, and restart the whole freaking list process so I can feel like I’m getting things done.
Switching gears: I read an insightful post that compares domestic violence in America to the swine flu. There are so many people within our own communities that need help, yet the issues we (and our media) gravitate toward are potentially global issues that likely will not affect us. It made me want to sit down and write but I do not have time and I certainly couldn’t have said any of it better. I’m going to repost it below and here is a direct link to the original post.
“52 Days of Domestic Violence Flu in America”
By Casey Gwinn, Esq.
This week I have been reflecting on those that would choose to ignore the importance of dealing with domestic violence in America. After over 30 years of the modern domestic violence movement, we still struggle for funding, we face budget cuts and reductions when the economy goes bad (though domestic violence rises) and we rarely are the primary focus of public policy makers in America. This week the news is consumed with coverage of the swine flu, an important public health issue in America. As of May 2, there have been 167 confirmed cases of the swine flu in the United States and one death. But there has been little news about the mass killings of 68 people across America in the last 52 days, with men doing all the killing and virtually all related to men with a history of violence against women.
Public health officials in the United States fear a global pandemic from the so-called H1-N1 virus. A pandemic is defined as a global outbreak of disease that causes serious illness or death and then spreads easily from person to person worldwide. Pandemics differ from seasonal outbreaks of an illness. The news today quoted many officials talking about high levels of illness, death, social disruption, and economic loss from pandemics. We must all be vigilant about addressing swine flu in the days ahead. But the pandemic of violence by men against women, men, and children has killed more people in the last 52 days in America than swine flu. This pandemic has been going on now for hundreds of years causing high levels of mental and physical illness, death, social disruption, and economic loss.
There have been 12 Mass Killings in the last 52 days in the United States. In 10 of the 12, the killer had a history of violence against women. 11 of the 12 were directly related to or defined as domestic violence. 68 people have been killed in those mass killings including 20 children and 7 police officers.
Let’s honor those who have lost their lives by listing them.
March 10 – Michael McLendon, 28, killed ten people, including his mother, grandmother, aunt and uncle, and the wife and child of a local sheriff’s deputy in rural Alabama. He then killed himself. The worst mass killing in the history of Alabama killed: Virginia White, 74; James White, 55; Tracy Wise, 34; Dean Wise, 15; James Starling, 34; Lisa McClendon, Michael’s mom; Bruce Maloy, 51; Andrea Myers, 31; and Corrine Gracy Myers, 18 months.
March 21 – Lovelle Mixon, a parolee with a history of violence against women, sexual assault, and other violent crimes shot and killed four heroic Oakland police officers – Sgt. Mark Dunakin, 40; Officer John Hege, 41, SWAT Sgt. Ervin Romans, 43; and SWAT Sgt. Daniel Sakai, 35 before he was shot and killed by police.
March 29 – Robert Stewart, 45, shot and killed eight people at Pinelake Health and Rehab Center in Robbins, North Carolina. He came to the center seeking to kill his wife, Wanda Neal, 43, a nurse’s assistant. She was working in the Alzheimers Unit when he entered the facility and survived after herding residents into the TV Room and locking the door.
March 30 – Devan Kalathat killed six people in a murder-suicide in Santa Clara, California including his children. During his rampage he shot his wife, but she still clings to life in critical condition. Police identified the victims as Kalathat’s children: 11-year-old Akhil Dev and 4-year-old Negha Dev; Kalathat’s brother-in-law Ashok Appu Poothemkandi, 35, Poothemkandi’s wife, Suchitra Sivaraman, 25; and the Poothemkandis’ infant daughter, Ahana Ashok.
April 4 – Pittsburgh police officers Eric Kelly, Stephen Mayhle, and Paul Scuillo were shot and killed responding to a “domestic disturbance” call. They were ambushed by Richard Poplawski when they arrived at the house. Officer Eric Kelly was not on duty. He was on his way home to his wife and three daughters when he heard the call on his radio and responded to support his fellow officers.
April 5 – James Harrison killed his five children in Pierce County, WA while his wife was at work. Police confirmed that the couple had a domestic violence incident earlier in the day and the wife had left. The husband demanded that she return and while she was away he methodically shot Maxine, Samantha, Heather, Jamie, and James. The first four children were shot in their beds. The last child was shot as she was running toward the bathroom.
April 5 – Kirby Revelus, 23, killed his 17 year old sister, Samantha and his five year old sister, Bianca. Police officers responding to a domestic violence incident shot and killed him as he was trying to kill his 9 year old sister Sarafina.
April 7 – Kevin Garner fled Greenville, Alabama late in the afternoon after setting fire to his wife’s home and car. Hours later, police found his wife and daughter, and her sister and her sister’s son shot to death inside the burning home. Garner later shot himself before being apprehended.
April 10 – Two students at Henry Ford Community College were found dead in a murder-suicide in the Fine Arts Building on campus in Dearborn, Michigan. Police determined that Anthony Powell, 28, killed Asia McGowan, 20 with a shotgun and then turned the gun on himself.
April 18 – Christopher Allan Wood, 34, an accountant for a railroad operator, killed his wife, Frances, and his three children in Middletown, Maryland before taking his own life with gunshot to the head. Chandler was 5 years old, Gavin was 4, and his daughter, Fiona, was 2 years old when she was shot and stabbed by her Dad.
April 19 – William Parente, 59, killed his wife, Betty, 58, and daughters Catherine, 11, and Stephanie, 19 before killing himself in Garden City, New York. Each of the victims was killed by asphyxiation and blunt force trauma.
April 25 – University of Georgia professor George Zinkhans shot and killed his wife, Marie Bruce, and two of her friends from a local community theatre group in Bogart, Georgia. Two others were seriously injured by bullet fragments. Her two murdered colleagues were: Ben Teague, 63, and Tom Tanner, 40. More than 200 police officers are currently searching for him the dense woods near Bogart, 60 miles east of Atlanta. Police believe Marie was preparing to get a restraining order, file for divorce, and leave him after a history of domestic violence.
So, we are not done in the effort to stop family violence in America. We all must re-double our efforts to raise awareness, call for more resources in the war by men against women and children. We must call it what it is…it is not Violence Against Women. It is most often Violence By Men Against Women. All the killers in the mass killings of the last 52 days have been men.
The next time you hear someone say they cannot afford to keep a Family Justice Center or domestic violence shelter program open because of the economy, ask them to read this article. Next time, you hear someone say that we don’t need any new, evolving, innovative approaches to family violence prevention because our current service delivery models are doing the job well; ask them to read the list of 68 names from the 52 bloody days of domestic violence in 2009. Don’t be silent; don’t let elected officials, or policy makers, or bureaucrats, or disinterested community members ignore the tragedy of domestic violence. We must address swine flu in America and around the world but we must also take guns away from men who are violent and start spending the time, energy, and money necessary to stop the pandemic of violence by men against women that is destroying families, killing women, men, and children, and continuing to destroy the lives of so many.
(Casey Gwinn is the former San Diego City Attorney who founded the internationally recognized San Diego Family Justice Center which is credited with reducing domestic violence homicides in San Diego by over 60%. He currently serves as the President of the National Family Justice Center Alliance which is developing specialized, multi-agency Centers to stop domestic violence across the United States. For more information, go to www.familyjusticecenter.org).
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This Place is a Prison
May 1st, 2009
When Mike gets the mail in our enormous apartment complex he sings Postal Service’s “This place is a prison, and these people aren’t your friends…” That’s how I feel when I go to my OBGYN’s office. That waiting room is fucking HELL. The mindless receptionist took one look at my chart and said, “You need to go talk to billing.” She used the tone I would use if I were talking to an animal that just pissed on my couch. I told her I called and spoke with their billing department that morning and arranged to pay a small portion of the large balance*. She made a huffy noise and I went to find a seat.
I hate that waiting room. Being surrounded by pregnant women and their significant others is a bloody nightmare. Sitting in the same room where we waited to hear what came next after seeing our still baby inside of me, is fucking rough. The room was packed and I sandwiched myself between two very pronounced baby bumps. Shortly after the receptionist started calling my name. She began explaining to a pregnant woman near the door that I needed to go to the billing department. When she realized she was talking to the wrong person she just repeated louder that I needed to see the billing department IMMEDIATELY. So I did. They wanted me to make a payment on my balance then make a co-pay at the end of my doctor’s visit…um, BITE ME. After settling my bill I returned to the time out area waiting room and sat wishing I’d packed a flask.
On my walk home I found myself doing the same thing that Marty wrote about here: the game of what ifs. Trying to figure out where I went wrong: maybe it was the Diet Crush I drank on occasion but didn’t realize had caffeine (why is there caffeine in orange soda anyway)? Maybe I should have been more careful about not lifting heavy objects? I should have listened to my sister when she told me not to shovel the driveway. I should have taken it easier….
Even with all this, I feel a little bit better today. Mike and I have a fun weekend planned and I’m not even angry it’s raining outside and ruining my walk (anymore).
* When I called to make arrangements for paying off my balance the woman told me they would not be able to accept small payments and I needed to pay in full - wouldn’t that be nice?! That wasn’t nearly as bad as when she stated, “You’re pregnant” while trying to figure out why I was billed for my 1st prenatal visit 2 months later, instead of at the end. I had to tell her the freaking bills were due to my miscarriage and D&C. Cue crying.
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Down
April 29th, 2009
I have all this great stuff happening right now. I’m really happy with Mike. We had the sort of weekend that was so good it almost didn’t seem real when Monday rolled around. Our wedding planning seems to be literally falling into place… then, BAM! I get knocked over by depression.
Everything is rolling along fine until some inane person (my mother’s co-worker yesterday at lunch) asked me if I’m pregnant or have kids. I’m reminded it hasn’t even been three full months since the miscarriage. It was really fucking awkward. I know we can try again when we’re ready but that doesn’t comfort the empty ache inside of me.
So now I’m back to making a concerted effort to act “normal.” Doing my best to keep my sadness tucked inside. The worst part is I don’t even feel like crying: I just feel numb. I keep hoping that I’ll just feel better. One of my sister’s friends went through a similar experience and it took her about as long to pay off the miscarriage medical bills as it did to feel better. I certainly hope it doesn’t take that long.
I know that exercise would be helpful but I’m having a lot of trouble sticking to a routine…partly because I just feel like laying in bed and partly because I’m having trouble paying a gym membership when I should be using money for my miscarriage medical bills, wedding expenses, or saving for a place of our own…which I’d explain further but I refuse to do roommate bitching on top of all my whining. So I’m crossing my fingers that my sister gets over her sinus infection soon because hiking with her (and my niece!) always makes me feel better.
Also, I should probably stop listening to The Weakerthans so much. (Boo.)
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