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The first of June will be my fifth wedding anniversary. Let me remind you of the curse of Miah's anniversaries.
Six months: Captain was sick. First: Moving Day. Second: Captain is sick, again. Third: Captain was in Iraq and I was moving. Again. (This was the year of the rental home foreclosure and break-in, btw.) Four: No actual disasters, no major sickness, but I remember being dead tired and broke. We went to Kobe (as we do when we celebrate because how can you go wrong with sushi, steak, open flames and a man with a real sharp knife and some eggs?) and exchanged small gifts (incidentally, the CD I gave Captain was later stolen out of our car after the accident in January). A nice evening spent with the husband, over all.
But this? This is a big one. This is a milestone. This is the infamous "wood" anniversary. (Yeah, I'm serious. Fifth anniversaries are traditionally honored by the gift of wood. Tell me that's not messed up?) This is testament to Five Years worth of refraining from strangling your partner in his sleep because he won't roll the hell over and stop snoring! Five Years of finding random new things scattered about the house with no explanation until you ask and then the answer is almost always, "Didn't I tell you about that?" (The answer, of course, is always "NO.") Five Years of loving someone so much that it physically hurts to say goodbye when they deploy, and you can't help but cry when you hear their voice on the phone for the first time in a month.
Five Years with the Captain, as of the the Friday after this one.
Ask me what our anniversary plans are? Dinner at Kobe, then presents.
It could have been worse, the All Ranks Ball is that night and I almost had to spend my anniversary watching a bunch of Army men standing around, giving speeches, and making "punch" with used socks and someone's boxer briefs.
In comparison, dinner at Kobe will be a delight.
Since the big occasion is fast approaching, I thought it might be nice to actually finish my wedding album. One might think that it would have been possible to finish putting together an album in five years, but apparently one would be wrong in my case. It doesn't help that I haven't touched the thing since I moved to Wamego (which would be anniversary one). The last few nights have been spent scrambling around to find all of my old scrapbook things - I have a lot - and then reorganizing them (because I'm all spastic about not being able to work on something if there is clutter or the damn cardstock isn't sorted by color and size, for heaven's sake) and then re-reorganizing them after I came up with a new and more efficient storage system and then finally sitting down with the scrapbook. When I promptly decided six of the pages I'd already completed long ago looked like ass and needed to be fixed.
Which brings me to today, when I'm about to start my first brand new two page spread in years. Ideally the entire book will be done in time for the anniversary dinner so that Captain can look at it with faked interest, tell me I did a great job, and then we'll both forget it exists until someone comes to visit and I force them to look at it. Unfortunately, I suspect that with my current attention span issues the first of June will be here all too soon.
Speaking of attention span issues, I have frogged and restarted my Slytherin scarf SO MANY TIMES it isn't even funny. This morning around three I did the cast-on for my latest attempt so that I could have something to do at the doctor's office in a few hours, while I'm waiting for my quarterly argument with the diabetes doctor. The pattern I couldn't find for the ribbed scarf is in Charmed Knits, and is only a bit different than the one I made up myself. (Bit of an ego boost for me, right there, that I figured it out all on my own.) I'm currently attempting a mutant pattern that is part "official scarf pattern according to that lady HP knitters bow down to" and part "that thing I worked out on my own". Ideally, the scarf will be done for the book release in July.
Finally, Colonel Brandon (the dog) has been having issues lately. I don't know what is wrong with him, but I'm guessing it's allergy related. The biggest problem is that he's already on the highest dosage of his allergy meds we can give him without getting the vet to prescribe something new (which we will totally be asking about on Wed. when we take him in again). He's just recovered from two rounds of antibiotics due to throat irritants. His nose is probably runny and clogged, and we know it's bone dry. He's panting a lot, even though we've dropped the thermostat down so low that my finger nails regularly turn purple and blue and my hands go numb. He is, however, eating just fine, drinking LOTS of water, and wanting to run up and down the hall chasing things when Captain throws them, so I don't think he's dying of some wasting disease or brain fever. Hence my completely non-professional diagnosis of "Damn dog is allergic to Oklahoma".
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snazzykathy, if you see this and are still interested in maybe meeting up at the Renfest this weekend, shoot me an e-mail or something and we can try to work some plans out.
Six months: Captain was sick. First: Moving Day. Second: Captain is sick, again. Third: Captain was in Iraq and I was moving. Again. (This was the year of the rental home foreclosure and break-in, btw.) Four: No actual disasters, no major sickness, but I remember being dead tired and broke. We went to Kobe (as we do when we celebrate because how can you go wrong with sushi, steak, open flames and a man with a real sharp knife and some eggs?) and exchanged small gifts (incidentally, the CD I gave Captain was later stolen out of our car after the accident in January). A nice evening spent with the husband, over all.
But this? This is a big one. This is a milestone. This is the infamous "wood" anniversary. (Yeah, I'm serious. Fifth anniversaries are traditionally honored by the gift of wood. Tell me that's not messed up?) This is testament to Five Years worth of refraining from strangling your partner in his sleep because he won't roll the hell over and stop snoring! Five Years of finding random new things scattered about the house with no explanation until you ask and then the answer is almost always, "Didn't I tell you about that?" (The answer, of course, is always "NO.") Five Years of loving someone so much that it physically hurts to say goodbye when they deploy, and you can't help but cry when you hear their voice on the phone for the first time in a month.
Five Years with the Captain, as of the the Friday after this one.
Ask me what our anniversary plans are? Dinner at Kobe, then presents.
It could have been worse, the All Ranks Ball is that night and I almost had to spend my anniversary watching a bunch of Army men standing around, giving speeches, and making "punch" with used socks and someone's boxer briefs.
In comparison, dinner at Kobe will be a delight.
Since the big occasion is fast approaching, I thought it might be nice to actually finish my wedding album. One might think that it would have been possible to finish putting together an album in five years, but apparently one would be wrong in my case. It doesn't help that I haven't touched the thing since I moved to Wamego (which would be anniversary one). The last few nights have been spent scrambling around to find all of my old scrapbook things - I have a lot - and then reorganizing them (because I'm all spastic about not being able to work on something if there is clutter or the damn cardstock isn't sorted by color and size, for heaven's sake) and then re-reorganizing them after I came up with a new and more efficient storage system and then finally sitting down with the scrapbook. When I promptly decided six of the pages I'd already completed long ago looked like ass and needed to be fixed.
Which brings me to today, when I'm about to start my first brand new two page spread in years. Ideally the entire book will be done in time for the anniversary dinner so that Captain can look at it with faked interest, tell me I did a great job, and then we'll both forget it exists until someone comes to visit and I force them to look at it. Unfortunately, I suspect that with my current attention span issues the first of June will be here all too soon.
Speaking of attention span issues, I have frogged and restarted my Slytherin scarf SO MANY TIMES it isn't even funny. This morning around three I did the cast-on for my latest attempt so that I could have something to do at the doctor's office in a few hours, while I'm waiting for my quarterly argument with the diabetes doctor. The pattern I couldn't find for the ribbed scarf is in Charmed Knits, and is only a bit different than the one I made up myself. (Bit of an ego boost for me, right there, that I figured it out all on my own.) I'm currently attempting a mutant pattern that is part "official scarf pattern according to that lady HP knitters bow down to" and part "that thing I worked out on my own". Ideally, the scarf will be done for the book release in July.
Finally, Colonel Brandon (the dog) has been having issues lately. I don't know what is wrong with him, but I'm guessing it's allergy related. The biggest problem is that he's already on the highest dosage of his allergy meds we can give him without getting the vet to prescribe something new (which we will totally be asking about on Wed. when we take him in again). He's just recovered from two rounds of antibiotics due to throat irritants. His nose is probably runny and clogged, and we know it's bone dry. He's panting a lot, even though we've dropped the thermostat down so low that my finger nails regularly turn purple and blue and my hands go numb. He is, however, eating just fine, drinking LOTS of water, and wanting to run up and down the hall chasing things when Captain throws them, so I don't think he's dying of some wasting disease or brain fever. Hence my completely non-professional diagnosis of "Damn dog is allergic to Oklahoma".
One last thing -
snazzykathy, if you see this and are still interested in maybe meeting up at the Renfest this weekend, shoot me an e-mail or something and we can try to work some plans out.Tags: