Welcome one, welcome all....er, or something
I feel sort of giddy around the edges...can you see it?
There is light filtering through the lacey border of me.
Er...did I just say I have a head like Swiss cheese???
Well I do.
I loved Orange's sugestion to add one of those little music player thingies with Madonna's "Lucky Star"!
But.
I don't think I'm nearly motivated enough to figure out something like that.
Wait, hold on.
I think I'm going to try something...
I am going to try pasting my entire template here.
What do you think?
Will it work?
Don't go anywhere...I'll be riiiight back.
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It worked! At least, for the most part.
It looks like even haloscan is working...???
I think the sitemeter will need to be changed, I haven't checked, but haloscan works without tweaking!
I will have to do some more picking and pecking, but it's like I just got a moving company to haul everything over here for me.
Now I just have to put a few things away and decide if I like my old furniture in my new house, eh?
We shall see.
The reception last night was lovely.
I wore my most evil-but-gorgeous shoes, and cursed myself for it the whole time.
I got to meet a few of my brothers' relatives that I've always heard of but not met.
(we share a mother, not a father)
I also got to watch the look on my mother's ex-husband's face as he watched her talking to someone else.
He was smiling.
I have seen them together on only one other occasion in my memory,
and it has always captivated me--
I feel a thickness in my chest;
not exactly a tightness, and not exactly a warmth.
It stirs me, you might say.
I can't stop the images from washing through my mind,
the images of their life together.
Ten years they lived together and raised their two sons.
My mother is still beautiful, but looked like Marilyn Monroe when she was young.
And he let her go.
I love his "new" wife, the woman he married 30 years ago (or slightly more),
but she is not so beautiful as my mother.
I think she has more backbone; I don't know if he prefers this or the ever-yielding perfection of my mother.
I do know that his doubts about mormonism--
and his realization that he was a young man with only one woman to screw for the rest of his life--
are what ended their marriage.
He sold a chunk of his farmland to buy a 4 karat diamond for some girl,
who then dumped him.
He begged my mother to take him back.
God love that woman and her seeming-spinelessness, she knows when to stand up to a man.
Fuck you, she said, or however that translates in Mormon-speak.
She lost her father the same year they divorced,
and one of her brothers was in a horrible accident, killing his wife and their child.
Bam.
Those were her 3.
What are mine?
...anyway.
That was their story.
And so, it is strange for me to see them together.
My Dad used to be a very jealous man...
still is in some ways, but has chilled about her ex.
It helped that one time when he brought me a car from Maine
(yes, there were 2 times...possibly within 3 weeks of each other...hey! it's not my fault he brought me a car that caught on fire!!)
it was just him, and he got to spend an evening chatting with this unknown man who used to love his wife.
So.
Anyway.
The wedding was this morning.
In the mormon temple, so only those "worthy" can go.
I am now off to the gym, and then I will be going to the wedding lunch! |
posted by Lucky Star at
9:48 AM
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