Cheryl & Chris's Wedding Blog
Friday, June 18, 2004
Zipp-ity-doo-daaaaaa, zipp-ity ayyyyyy…
Yes, we did survive the meeting with the priest. Poor Chris, he was trying to be all logical with me last night before we went to meet Fr. Dalton. I finally had to tell him that my being nervous had nothing to do with logic. Somehow knowing that I’m being illogical wasn’t enough to make me less nervous. But everything went well, Fr. Dalton did not throw us out on ears, and we’ve got the paperwork started. The session was mostly administrative, and lasted about 40 minutes. Basically what’s left is Fr. Dalton has to call people who have known us since birth (in my case, Mom & Dad, in Chris’ case, his Mom & his Aunt). I guess the theory is to make sure that one or the other of us isn’t hiding something that would make us unable to make a good decision to get married. (how many years was she in the drunk tank???) Then I have to get a recent copy (not the original) of my baptismal certificate, an okee dokee from Fr Blood who is the parish priest for St Cecilia’s to let Fr Tom do the wedding, and we have 4 pre-wedding sessions to attend in September. It’s not nearly as complex as what my cousin Barb was describing to me for the Boulder diocese. I don’t know how one would have time to actually plan the wedding with all of the stuff that they have to do. So anyway, it’s just a relief to have this underway.
I’ve also gotten the invitations almost done and ready to order. We overrode Dad’s desire to have a kegger in the backyard, and, with the help of the Moms, got the wording ironed out. It helps having an English teacher proof reading! Because as you know from reading this blog, I tend towards the ee cummings school of punctuation. And it would be far worse if I didn’t have my handsome & intelligent fiancée (in this picture, the guy with the glasses) proof-reading and correcting my most egregious errors.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Just thought I'd say,
Christine, Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of a wounded man streaming bandage gauze from the highest church steeple.
Tammie, The expanse of your intelligence is a void no universe could ever fill.
Eli, Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sun burnt back.
And...um...everyone else, you can get your compliments here. And if you don't like the compliment you got, just hit refresh...
How to know when the wedding has truly gotten to you...
An email thread about this evening's meeting with the priest had me envisioning the priest throwing us out and saying "Begone foul spawn of Satan and never darken my door again!" to which Chris had this reply (from the exorcist).
I've started on my Cycle-Smart training this week, so I'll be queen buff bride by the wedding. Maybe we could do a 40 yard dash down the aisle instead of the more traditional entrance. Actually I need to train for another tri. Last year with all of the exercise I was getting was the best shape that I've been in since I left Houston. This year is the worst shape I've been in since...um...a long frickin' time. Anyway Kurt gave me a really good run/bike schedule, no swimming at this point, for which I'm grateful. Besides being somewhat time consuming, (have to drive to Oakland, can't go at lunch when a lot of my exercise gets done) it also has the disadvantage of stressing me out. I swim like a piano - straight to the bottom. So for now, no additional stress, and a good way to blow off steam.
Have fun, kids!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Totally unrelated wedding post... I like this charity. There's a Sergeant in Afghanistan who's collecting shoes for the children of Afghanistan. If you're interested in details, click here. I think it's a cool thing.
When I was a kid there was a little game where starting with the thumb, you touched a finger on one hand for each word in "My Car Broke Down What Shall I Do". Whatever finger was "Do" folded under, and you skipped it each iteration after that. On the final "My Car Broke Down What Shall I Do" only the thumb is left and the answer is "Hitchhike!"
I guess I should have done that rather than take the dang thing to the shop. Sigh. Two wheel bearings and a state inspection later.... We won't talk about the brake pads it needs.
Tomorrow is the meeting with Fr Dalton. I'm a little nervous. I know that he's not going to say "WHO are YOU to think you can get married?!" but for some reason my knees still knock when I think about the meeting! I'll be glad to have that over with and have an idea of what needs to be done to fulfill the Catholic Church's premarital requirements. Right about now I'm wishing I was a member of some other, less complicated religion, but I know that will pass soon.
