Tsk

Adam, Adam, Adam . . . oh, well. It was pretty evident. That's "life" (aka reality tv). Told hubby that whoever got out of the limo first was the one getting on the plane - it has been that way every time. It still sucked.

Poor Adam - has he NO clue what it is like to live with a Jewish mother whose wishes have been scorned? Oh, the guilt - oh, the angst - oy, Adam.

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Got the Ladybug out and abut for a bit tonight. Timothy had a meet and greet with representatives from the school he will attend next year (as a kindergartener - oh, my). The Family House was full of chattering adults and noisy kiddos and teachers and principals from 3 of the 4 schools invited. The Bugs all got to listen to a short presentation about what to expect next year - and how to make it an easy transition for all.

The school is so sweet - they have a special room set up on the first day of school - it's a crying room. No, not for the kiddles - it's for the mamas. Lessa made use of it for the first one - not sure if she did for the girl. I think Ladybug may have to use it for the T-man. We'll see.

Tomorrow I have another intersting day - somewhat divided up. I will go in 45 minutes late, attend a supervisors' meeting - work for a bit then go to the Soldotna Chamber meeting to distribute Sexual Assault Awareness Month material - go back to work for about an hour - then head home. I am adjusting my day so that I can then attend the Borough Assembly meeting to take pictures of the director and our board president accepting a proclamation from the mayor.

Wednesday I will attend the Kenai Chamber meeting to do more of the same. Then I have to do some adjusting on Thursday because I may need to work a bit on Friday. Can't get those overtime hours, you see. So, I am a well-adjusted/ing person. Yup, I am.

Printed out copies of the young Isaiah "Fudd" and had a great time showing them off today - while in line at the post office, at the teller's window at the bank, at tonight's Family Night at the preschool. It's a grandmother's prerogative, you see.

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Hubby and I attended a wedding Sunday afternoon - a biker couple were tying the knot. This is the third biker wedding we've attended, but it is the first to be really "frou-frou".

I had wondered a bit about them being married on a Sunday - weddings are usually held on Fridays or Saturdays, or at least it seems so to me. It hit me this morning as I wrote out a check with today's date - Yesterday was 04-04-04. How much simpler could an anniversary date be for a guy? If he at least remembers the month he has the rest of it whipped. Likewise, the year. Very smart on her part.

I was hoping to find a photo someplace online (and no, I didn't take my camera, mores the pity) to show you the different centerpieces. On each table was a goldfish bowl with a live betta inside - fitted down into the water was a glass holding a votive candle. The fish seemed happy to swim around in their confined space - one woman kept going from table to table, lifting the candle glass so that "the fish could breathe."

The bride's colors were silver and maroon (magenta perhaps) and each fish was that color. There were maroon and white candles around the room - red and white rose petals strewn across the front of the room and inside sachets each guest was given. There was white tulle on the tables surrounding the fish bowls, with red glass hearts underneath and entwined in the tulle.

It was lovely - but . . . the "preacher" (Alaska allows anyone to get a one day license to marry a particular couple) kept mucking up his lines - the groom's ring didn't fit the first hand the bride tried, so then she handed the groom the ring and he put it onto the left hand - the bride was given in marriage by Ladybug's OB nurse Jan - you know, all of those little things that will just tickle them somewhere down along the line sometime.

Definitely frou-frou, though. (ala Seinfeld . . . not that there's anything wrong with that) heh

Posted by Purplemoose at April 5, 2004 11:49 PM