A little about a lot

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

One month + two days

Chapt. 1: The Wedding.

It was great.

It was a beautiful day and nothing went wrong enough for me to care and I felt pretty and I got to dance with my dad and at the end of the day I left with my husband, brushing birdseed out of my hair.

My favorite moments:
Seeing Tom and Carla at the salon where I was getting make up done and Jackie was getting her hair done. It was several hours before the wedding and I just felt like Edie and they felt like the Dills and Jackie felt like my best friend on any random day.


Putting on the dress. My mom helped me. That's what I've always wanted.











Seeing Dad for the first time.












Hugging my big brother in my blue underwear.


Attempting to tell my best friends how much they mean to me.












Sitting with Jackie minutes before the wedding. It was just us and we both cried.
















Seeing Seth waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

The kiss! (we didn't practice "the kiss" beforehand. I'm so glad we didn't!)
















Running out into the birdseed and the great beyond, also known as "marriage."












Chapt. 2 The honeymoon

Also great. Five glorious days of sleeping in, taking naps, wandering out of the condo once a day and chopping off my hair! Whee!













Chapt. 3: Marriage

Wonderful. Honeymoons are great, but I prefer the day in, day out, coming home to Seth in the evening and waking up next to him every morning.

Living together has been a much smoother transition than I ever imagined. Seth wakes up so much earlier than I do and is always done getting ready before I make it out of bed.

He makes sure the house is picked up and will help me do the "real" cleaning when I ask.

There are, however, some unfortunate things about the Ross household.

First off, we have a horrible smell coming from our kitchen. I can NOT figure out what it is or where it is coming from. I don't know how many times I've stuck my nose in various places and sniffed deeply to try to locate the source of the smell. For a long time it seemed it was a smell only detectable by the female nose. However, it has gotten bad enough now that Seth can smell it.
His solution: light a candle.
My solution: Go INSANE.

Also, we have no full length mirror. This is problematic on days when I look at an outfit laid out on the bed and think "this works," only to get to work (where the mirrors are full length) and find out that, "no, it really doesn't."

Case in point: Last week I put together a little ensemble that included brown tights a khaki skirt and a greenish shirt. Cute right? Mirrors at work say NO. I looked like bow-hunter Barbie.

But, overall the last month and two days has been pretty spectacular.



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Thursday, October 16, 2008

At a loss for words

Today I received an e-mail from a reader who wants the my newspaper to stop allowing people to post online comments about stories.

The reader says that all "negative" comments about stories or the people in the stories violate our policy to generally disallow any comments that are racist, obscene or libelous.

She says "Good job (newspaper), you are really helping this cut down on the negative feedback of (this town), not. All in all there are several people that I spoke with that would like you to do away with entirely the comment section on articles. Do that in order to make the people of (this town)not look so self centered or ridiculously uncaring."

RAGE!

(sigh)

I don't understand how people are so incredibly short sighted. We see this attitude all the time - this "only positive sentiments should be heard - for the good of the community" attitude.

At a recent school board meeting, HORDES of people showed up to defend a coach who was caught on tape going on a three-minute tirade, berating his players and even threatening to "cut your f-ing nuts off."

When a person who disagreed that this was the best way to build team discipline began to step to the podium, the others in the crowd said he should not be allowed to speak because "there is no place for your comments here."

I'm just so FRUSTRATED that this is what we've become as a society. I'm so frustrated that people would much rather sweep problems under the rug, smiling like idiots, than flush out and address issues that are poisoning the community.

And it makes me sad. It makes me sad that we send soldiers to fight wars to give freedoms that we ourselves seem to disown.

A lot of journalists hold the motto "free speech isn't free" close to their hearts. It seems that it not only isn't free, it also isn't appreciated or desired.