Monday, February 16, 2004
Its true.... When it rains it pours. I just found out one of my childhood friends who I've been out of touch with is getting married - two weeks after me! And its in Wyoming. I would love to go to Wyoming. So not fair. But I'm so pleased for her.
So what is it about your mid-twenties that makes you decide to get married? Yearning for stability? Have you finally reached an age where you feel mature enough to make a life altering decision? Or is there nothing else going on in your life and you need a bit of a change? Hmmmm.. There's bit a cynicism coming out there. I can truthfully say that none of these things crossed my mind when I decided to get married. And while I could debate the question for lines and lines... But I won't.
On my wedding front there's nothing new. I'm carrying around my "swatches" of fabric occasionally fondling them or showing them to some scared, trapped co-worker. There's nothing like the look on a man's face when he's frantically trying to escape a conversation about a wedding dress. Best way to describe it is a cross between a rabid hound and a scared child. The power I feel...
And about the house... We're waiting for the "potential buyer" to make a decision as to which of the houses on the street he will offer on. I'm not too worried - we don't have anywhere to move into anyway!
So what is it about your mid-twenties that makes you decide to get married? Yearning for stability? Have you finally reached an age where you feel mature enough to make a life altering decision? Or is there nothing else going on in your life and you need a bit of a change? Hmmmm.. There's bit a cynicism coming out there. I can truthfully say that none of these things crossed my mind when I decided to get married. And while I could debate the question for lines and lines... But I won't.
On my wedding front there's nothing new. I'm carrying around my "swatches" of fabric occasionally fondling them or showing them to some scared, trapped co-worker. There's nothing like the look on a man's face when he's frantically trying to escape a conversation about a wedding dress. Best way to describe it is a cross between a rabid hound and a scared child. The power I feel...
And about the house... We're waiting for the "potential buyer" to make a decision as to which of the houses on the street he will offer on. I'm not too worried - we don't have anywhere to move into anyway!
