Rats. Now I feel like such a cyber-loser, with only two responses. Ouch. I've worked out a way to put it - it's below. But first:
As you may know, my grandmother has been slowly making things miserable with her refusal to acknowledge my engagement. This weekend my parents sat her down and made it known that this behaviour is not acceptable, and that perhaps she should call me to apologize. She denied knowledge of anything that has happened, which is bullshit, but agreed to call. She called, left a message, called, and left another message (I know it's a little catty, but I wanted to give her a little taste of what it feels like to be ignored), and today, I called her back.
I may have been a little harsh, but I wasn't planning on letting her get away with anything. Basically, she said that, in her mind, she hadn't done anything wrong. So I told her that it didn't matter what it looked like to her, it mattered what the whole family was seeing. Then I informed her that, if she was as interested in this whole life change of mine as she said she was, she should show it. To me. And to Andy. And not to talk about us like we weren't there. And I called her on a few blatant lies.
Let's establish that this woman is not really used to being disagreed with. My mother disagreed with her this morning, and I disagreed with her this afternoon. So she hung up on me. We shall see what this means in the near future. I'm not too fussed, really, because if it comes to a choice between a grandmother who refuses to change and the man I have chosen to spend the rest of my life with, I choose Andy. It's an easy choice.
Anyway, so that's one issue of putting things carefully. Here's the other. Let me know what you think. If it's good, it'll go in the registry section of our wedding website (hint, hint, Chel . . .)
The Registry
This may seem a little unorthodox, but bear with us:
We have been living together for some time, and so have a very well-established household. There is absolutely nothing that we need to make our home complete.
There is, however, something (or some things) that we very much want. After years of discussion and debate, we have decided that our future together would not be fully whole without a dog or two around the house.
Then, after much research (and some argument), Andy has set his heart on a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and Alison has fallen in love with the Brussels Griffon.
Neither of these pretty pups comes cheap, however, and so we have set up a savings account for the dogs. Whatever we have to spare will go there to accrue interest until we can afford the purchase and care of our furry friends.
If you would like to help us in this endeavour, you would make these additions to our family a wedding present that we will treasure for many years to come.
For those traditionalists among you, we have also registered at M.E.C. . . .
All right, readers (all 7 or so of you, including the casual browser), I pose to you this question:
CAN ONE SET UP A WEDDING REGISTRY FOR A DOG?
The sitch:
Andy and I have an established household - there is not one piece of kitchen gadgetry or bed linen or furniture that we need.
For traditionalists, we have created an online wishlist at M.E.C. - we do actually need a new tent and sleeping bags . . .
But more than anything else, we want our doggies.
So what we (well, I, and then I had to convince the Pie it wasn't tacky, which is what I'm doing now with this poll) were thinking is that we would set up a bank account for our future dog(s). Any contributions would not only contribute to the purchasing of said canines, but would also go towards their shots, their food, their vet bills, their supplies . . . you name it - dogs are a constant expense.
I mean, people either give money or stuff at weddings, and seeing as we don't need the stuff . . . all of our guests are close friends or family, and I think they would all get a kick out of the wedding present that keeps on giving - they'd all own part shares in the furry little buggers.
Obviously, I have to work on the wording a little bit, but I thought I would accompany the missive on the wedding website (coming soon - talk to Rachelle!) with some pictures of the puppies in question.
So what are your thoughts? Ask your friends, too - so far the poll at my place of work is that it's a great idea, but I think they're a little biased, considering the nature of our biznas.
Lemme know!
I took my ring in yesterday to be appraised for insurance and then replated. I figure She (the lady who had my ring before me) probably put off getting it replated and then it was too late. When I got it, it needed to be done, and then the acidity of my skin really melted the last of it away - so my ring was getting nice and yellow . . . but I don't get it back for TEN DAYS.
Now I'm wearing my Hungarian wedding ring that I've had (and worn) for years, but it's not quite the same.
Also, the water in my toilet is green. Yesterday, my landlady woke me up at 730 to get me to put a tab in the toilet to dye the water yellow so they could trace the path of the sewers (I don't have a street right now - it's a gravelly pit full of mud). Why they wanted to dye toilet water YELLOW I have no idea.
At first, the water was almost a dark orange, like someone had held it in all night and had a serious kidney problem.
Then it cooled to a neon yellow, slightly brighter than that time I discovered that overdosing on vitamin B turned your pee neon.
I took the dye out because I was concerned it would permanently stain the porcelain. Twenty-four hours later, the water is still tinted, though it's more of a refreshing minty yellow green now.
I'd say more but I'm a little down right now. Part of it, I'm sure, is pre-menstrual, and part of it has to do with the weather - bloody rain . . . a huge part has to do with the stress of finding a place to live in St. John's, another part is because Andy's gone - AGAIN - to Barrie, a town I HATE - and another has to do with the grandmother problem, which is rapidly coming to a head. Luckily my family is standing behind us on this one, so however it turns out, I'll still have a family at the end of it . . .
It's been an interesting two or so weeks. I've done a lot of catching up with people I haven't seen in a while. There was meeting Amanda, then dinner with the lovely Jen (and boy did we have a lot of talking to do!).
In addition, I went out for drinks last night with the entire Saturday complement of Bark & Fitz and a few of the boys, and had a blast. It's really unfortunate that we didn't do this kind of stuff before, and now some of us are leaving for good in a few months. Well, hindsight is 20/20.
Then this girl that I knew when I was 3 that I'd actually just been thinking about found me on FACEBOOK. Novel. So there've been many relationships analyzed in the past few weeks.
Especially as I just finished the final draft of a performance review for our newest staff member.
I think that means I'm done with analysis for a while . . .