Sunday . April 20 . 2003 . 10:54am one week to go Now that the wedding day is so close, people we encounter keep asking us, "Are you getting nervous?" I find this a weird question. Am I getting nervous? Why would I be nervous? Nervous that I'm going to trip and fall down? Nervous that I'm not going to know what to say? Nervous about the idea of marriage? Not really. I know that I was having those wedding anxiety dreams, but those anxieties evaporate upon rational examination (like: no, of course I won't forget my dress), and I haven't had a dream like that for something like a week now. Am I nervous about the wedding? No. But I am excited. It's going to be fun. The bad thing about the wedding coming up is that we're going to have to put The Coop up in the kennel pretty soon. This makes me feel sad and guilty. Sad that we're leaving her for so long. Guilty that a week after her 16-day stint at the kennel (spa), we're going to have to take her back there for another week when we jet off the California for Aaron's wedding in Santa Cruz. And worried that she's going to become this wild, untrained beast after being away from home so long, and shortly before we start our 12-30 hour work days. Given that the kennel is basically like Doggy Day Care, where she spends all day running around with other dogs, I'm sure she's going to have a blast. It's like living in the dog park, for her, a dream come true. But Joe and I still feel guilty. And we're overcompensating in the way that guilty parents do--by spoiling her rotten. We got her new toys at PetCo, not least of which was a plush football-on-a-rope which she disemboweled overnight. We've been taking her to the dogpark almost every day, walking her sometimes five or six times a day, and plying her with treats, praise, and attention. It's basically flattery to think that she's even going to care that we're gone--when we're in the dog park, running with her homies, she doesn't even blink when we call her name. * * * So I finally, finally, FINALLY started that medical school comic that I've been threatening to do for the past year or so. (Very quick background for those who don't know me: I used to draw a comic strip in college.) I don't know why I was procrastinating about it so much. I guess I was just overwhelmed thinking about how much work it was going to be, intimidated because I really can't draw and am even out of practice for the kind of crappy scratch-work I used to do, and worried that after all is said and done, it wasn't going to be very good. But then I realized that I didn't have a lot of time left until my internship started, and also, who cared if it was crappy, it's just a fun hobby for me anyway. So I started. I think I can finish the pencil work for the first chapter today, and then I have to figure out what kind of pen I want to use for the inking. I got a new kind of gel-ink pen at Staples a few days ago that has a great, precise tip, but the ink tends to pool a little, and I'm afraid of smudging. OK, enough nerdy pen talk. Gotta go. Busy day today, what with Jesus being reborn and all. * * * Certain Dri Challenge, Day 4 The button-down dress shirt obstacle was met with resounding success. So dry and fresh, that even after wearing it for most of the day, I was able to take the shirt off and hang it back up for repeat business instead of throwing it into the hamper. Conclusion of the Certain Dri Antiperspirant Challenge: Certain Dri, you rock my world. And my pits. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 7 days (that's one week, math whizzes!) Projected wedding weather: Partly cloudy with 10% chance precipitation, high 58°/ low 46° |
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Sunday . April 20 . 2003 . 10:54am one week to go Now that the wedding day is so close, people we encounter keep asking us, "Are you getting nervous?" I find this a weird question. Am I getting nervous? Why would I be nervous? Nervous that I'm going to trip and fall down? Nervous that I'm not going to know what to say? Nervous about the idea of marriage? Not really. I know that I was having those wedding anxiety dreams, but those anxieties evaporate upon rational examination (like: no, of course I won't forget my dress), and I haven't had a dream like that for something like a week now. Am I nervous about the wedding? No. But I am excited. It's going to be fun. The bad thing about the wedding coming up is that we're going to have to put The Coop up in the kennel pretty soon. This makes me feel sad and guilty. Sad that we're leaving her for so long. Guilty that a week after her 16-day stint at the kennel (spa), we're going to have to take her back there for another week when we jet off the California for Aaron's wedding in Santa Cruz. And worried that she's going to become this wild, untrained beast after being away from home so long, and shortly before we start our 12-30 hour work days. Given that the kennel is basically like Doggy Day Care, where she spends all day running around with other dogs, I'm sure she's going to have a blast. It's like living in the dog park, for her, a dream come true. But Joe and I still feel guilty. And we're overcompensating in the way that guilty parents do--by spoiling her rotten. We got her new toys at PetCo, not least of which was a plush football-on-a-rope which she disemboweled overnight. We've been taking her to the dogpark almost every day, walking her sometimes five or six times a day, and plying her with treats, praise, and attention. It's basically flattery to think that she's even going to care that we're gone--when we're in the dog park, running with her homies, she doesn't even blink when we call her name. * * * So I finally, finally, FINALLY started that medical school comic that I've been threatening to do for the past year or so. (Very quick background for those who don't know me: I used to draw a comic strip in college.) I don't know why I was procrastinating about it so much. I guess I was just overwhelmed thinking about how much work it was going to be, intimidated because I really can't draw and am even out of practice for the kind of crappy scratch-work I used to do, and worried that after all is said and done, it wasn't going to be very good. But then I realized that I didn't have a lot of time left until my internship started, and also, who cared if it was crappy, it's just a fun hobby for me anyway. So I started. I think I can finish the pencil work for the first chapter today, and then I have to figure out what kind of pen I want to use for the inking. I got a new kind of gel-ink pen at Staples a few days ago that has a great, precise tip, but the ink tends to pool a little, and I'm afraid of smudging. OK, enough nerdy pen talk. Gotta go. Busy day today, what with Jesus being reborn and all. * * * Certain Dri Challenge, Day 4 The button-down dress shirt obstacle was met with resounding success. So dry and fresh, that even after wearing it for most of the day, I was able to take the shirt off and hang it back up for repeat business instead of throwing it into the hamper. Conclusion of the Certain Dri Antiperspirant Challenge: Certain Dri, you rock my world. And my pits. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 7 days (that's one week, math whizzes!) Projected wedding weather: Partly cloudy with 10% chance precipitation, high 58°/ low 46° |
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