Dawn's Digression.
Friday, April 25, 2003
I'm in a great mood today. I'm not sure why, but I am. Oh. I do know. I had some caffeine. There you have it.
We've been looking into planning our upcoming nuptials, and I just don't know how we can do it this year. It doesn't seem physically possible. If we didn't want a reception, it would be completely do-able. But Michele wants big ol' shin dig, and I just don't have the cash flow. And to be honest, I'm not sure I'll have the cash flow by next year, either. What we really want is a house. We want that bad. I have no idea how folks in my tax bracket pay for weddings without parental supplementation. We won't be getting any of that. Which bites my ass, BTW. They should be grateful we are marrying females, which cuts their wedding bill in half. If we were marrying men, they'd have to pay for the whole damn thing. But noooo... I understand this isn't really a wedding to them. I do. I can see that from their point of view. It doesn't mean that I agree with it. We are still their daughters and deserve whatever consideration they would give us if we were straight. It's crappy, and it isn't right.
I kind of went off on my mother the other day. She said she is 'trying'. I told her I understand that. And I feel sorry for all of them (family), but I feel more sorry for myself because if it was Alex (baby brother) getting married, they would be walking all over each other trying to make it special. I was crying and everything. It was very dramatic. I was hurt and angry. If I was going to choose a lifestyle, why would I choose this? HUNH? Take that Mom! So I was all mad. Decided I wasn't talking to the family until someone wrote me and asked me a question. You know, ACKNOWLEDGED my engagement. The family had an email group where we talk almost everyday. We forward jokes, ask each other questions, etc. No one has mentioned anything. Not only is it apparently NOT exciting, but it is shameful, I think. A~, my mom called me at work about 2 hours later to 'check' on me. Now how am I supposed to be mad at her?
But I'm a little serious about the family thing. I'm going to see how long it takes someone to ask my a question about it. It was Tuesday. I realize this is not mature, nor is it productive, but they have really hurt my feelings. This immature action on my part is actually more mature than what I really wanted to do, which was type a mean email to the family email address telling them I deserve better. At least I talked myself out of that.
We took BunBun to the park last night. We were very sad.
First, we went to a golf course. I felt very strange walking on a golf course with an animal carrier, and plus I didn't see a source of water nearby, so we left. We took BunBun to Mimosa Park, which is where we always go on Michele's birthday. We walked to the back of the park, by the creek, and set the carrier down facing the stream. We opened the door. BunBun continued to sit in the back corner. I put my hand in there and tried to push BunBun out. BunBun hopped all over...banging him poor little head on the top of the dog carrier. It was so sad. Anyway, I tilted the carrier so he would slide to the front. He did. He hopped out. And he hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And...well, you get the idea. Only he hopped towards the front of the park. Most likely to get away from us. Poor BunBun. He didn't understand we were trying to help him. I had no idea a little bunny could hop so fast! Michele dumped out a bunch of lettuce where we let him out just in case he might be over there later, and we left. We miss BunBun. Him was SO cute.
We've been looking into planning our upcoming nuptials, and I just don't know how we can do it this year. It doesn't seem physically possible. If we didn't want a reception, it would be completely do-able. But Michele wants big ol' shin dig, and I just don't have the cash flow. And to be honest, I'm not sure I'll have the cash flow by next year, either. What we really want is a house. We want that bad. I have no idea how folks in my tax bracket pay for weddings without parental supplementation. We won't be getting any of that. Which bites my ass, BTW. They should be grateful we are marrying females, which cuts their wedding bill in half. If we were marrying men, they'd have to pay for the whole damn thing. But noooo... I understand this isn't really a wedding to them. I do. I can see that from their point of view. It doesn't mean that I agree with it. We are still their daughters and deserve whatever consideration they would give us if we were straight. It's crappy, and it isn't right.
I kind of went off on my mother the other day. She said she is 'trying'. I told her I understand that. And I feel sorry for all of them (family), but I feel more sorry for myself because if it was Alex (baby brother) getting married, they would be walking all over each other trying to make it special. I was crying and everything. It was very dramatic. I was hurt and angry. If I was going to choose a lifestyle, why would I choose this? HUNH? Take that Mom! So I was all mad. Decided I wasn't talking to the family until someone wrote me and asked me a question. You know, ACKNOWLEDGED my engagement. The family had an email group where we talk almost everyday. We forward jokes, ask each other questions, etc. No one has mentioned anything. Not only is it apparently NOT exciting, but it is shameful, I think. A~, my mom called me at work about 2 hours later to 'check' on me. Now how am I supposed to be mad at her?
But I'm a little serious about the family thing. I'm going to see how long it takes someone to ask my a question about it. It was Tuesday. I realize this is not mature, nor is it productive, but they have really hurt my feelings. This immature action on my part is actually more mature than what I really wanted to do, which was type a mean email to the family email address telling them I deserve better. At least I talked myself out of that.
We took BunBun to the park last night. We were very sad.
First, we went to a golf course. I felt very strange walking on a golf course with an animal carrier, and plus I didn't see a source of water nearby, so we left. We took BunBun to Mimosa Park, which is where we always go on Michele's birthday. We walked to the back of the park, by the creek, and set the carrier down facing the stream. We opened the door. BunBun continued to sit in the back corner. I put my hand in there and tried to push BunBun out. BunBun hopped all over...banging him poor little head on the top of the dog carrier. It was so sad. Anyway, I tilted the carrier so he would slide to the front. He did. He hopped out. And he hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And hopped. And...well, you get the idea. Only he hopped towards the front of the park. Most likely to get away from us. Poor BunBun. He didn't understand we were trying to help him. I had no idea a little bunny could hop so fast! Michele dumped out a bunch of lettuce where we let him out just in case he might be over there later, and we left. We miss BunBun. Him was SO cute.
Dawn, 11:12 AM
