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9:10 am Saturday 12 May 2001

Driving with Wende's parents now out to our wedding area. town? city? it's small. Going through our invitation list now, and I suddenly got a little bit of anxiety when I thought about reciting the vows.

This is odd. As I'm going through my list of friends, I'm feeling a bit of guilt at inviting so many. Wow. not that I'm inviting a million, but I'm still like hmmmm.

10:00 am - 11:06 am

We just visited the lodge where the wedding will be, scoping out the place and getting counts of numbers of rooms and beds and stuff. The place is reserved by someone else for Thursday night; we were hopeful that we could get it for the rehearsal dinner. Last year we reserved our space for Friday and Saturday nights

We may have people park across the street about a mile down.

11:47 am 12-5-01

Just looked at one more place that will host 40 people.

12:09 pm

Just looked at another place, which is across the highway from the river. Funny story about that - they built a foot bridge that does everything but cross the highway. They couldn't get the permit to do so. Doh!

4:25 pm 12-5-01

Back at Mike and Cindy's house; I'm actually in the guest cabin. So very tired. While the parents were shopping in H.E.B., Wende and I slept in the truck in a relatively not comfortable manner, but comforting enough to sleeeeep.

It's raining pretty effectively now. I love this rainy season. When the air is on the edge of hot and the rain pours warmly over everything. I just love it!

Sleepy time now.

6:46 pm

Great nap.

sleepy time

11:32 pm Saturday 12 May 2001

I read part of Time Magazine's book The Century in Pictures or something like that. I think I'd enjoy reading a lot more of that book. I realize it's history written by the winners, and only about our country, but it's a lot more than I know now.

Stacy, Rodderick, their new baby Karston came over with Julie (who lives here) from their house (where Julie stayed last night because she played basketball nearby). We got to see the cute cute birthday card/book thing that Rodderick made for Stacy - lots of handprints and footprints of Karston's and little writings mixed in. All laminated and nice.

Julie opened some cards and gifts for her birthday, and Wende and I got some gifts from their cruise by Mexico. Cool ceramic mask thing, and a vial of sand (not stolen, but purchased as a souvenier)..

We watched the latter portion of Miss Congeniality on DVD, and then watched it with Sandra Bullock and the writer commenting on the movie as it played. I really enjoyed that perspective, and even got the impression that I could write a movie and make several dollars helping film it and stuff. There's a million things behind the scenes that I don't know yet. I'll just have to write the script first.

Maybe I'll do that tonight.

Didn't get to watch the entire moie in that way; got all the way to the final setting where Sandra's character was about to determine that the crown was the weapon, when Wende notified me that her parents were staying away from bed because we were their guests and we were still up. Silly thing, that. Especially when we were inited to make ourselves at home; I guess I could invite them to make themselves at home and go to bed when they need to. Some customs I just don't understand.

Good night.

z pissy

11:55 pm Saturday 12 May 2001

This is stupid. Wende is all pissy because I fucking covered her boxer shorts when I carefully pulled back the breadspread in a carefully folded pile at the bottom of the bed. I was going to be all yoiink and just rip the shit off the bed, but I realize that her control freakin' mom would have a heart attack if the bed wasn't made and Wende will have a heart attack if we don't leave the place perfectly perfeclty perfectllly fucking perfect, so i fucking folded the bedspread down and folded her boxers up in it, So Wende was all, 'ehn' and got her boxers had to reach a whole fucking 1 foot up under the bedspread to find them and then was all, 'fill my basket' quoting her work bullshit sales pitch thing and I'm like fuck you fukcer fuck you .. but I just said 'bite my butt' and I sat in anger for a second figuring out why I was mad and I realized that it was because I tried to fill her fucking basket by fucking pulling the bedspread back all nice and shit and she's all wah wah wah bullshit that I covered her fucking boxers??? fuck this. who needs it?

So I've been typing furiouslly on my little keyboad as she reads her book. Now I'll talk. I know there are a lot of mistypies, but oh fucking well.

8:23 am next morning

Last night I expressed the source of my anger to Wende (not being acknowledged for what I did do thoughtfully) and she acknowledged and all was good. I am so thankful that we can communicate so well.

Now we're getting ready for church. It's a bit dressy church; I have to wear shoes (Julie's Nike sandals) and a shirt with a collar.