Tags: james, movies, photos, weddings
I’ve had a rough week. Made rougher by the cold (er, plague) that I managed to catch at my office. It’s lingering a bit today, but I’m hoping to be well enough for a visit to the new little niece tomorrow. Friday I went in for another acupuncture session. This time I knew what to expect, but I had trouble immersing myself in the experience. I may go once more next week if I still have trouble sleeping. Strangely enough, as I was lying in bed last night, I felt the all-to-familiar pain creeping in, but by sheer force of will, I was able to push the pain away. I’m not sure how I did that, or if I can repeat that tonight. I guess I’ll have to see.
James found out what overseas positions will be opening up in the spring: a couple in Mexico, a couple in China, one in the Philippines, one in India, and one in South Korea. Talk about no garden spots! When we got home from work, I expected him to be dejected, but instead he brought home travel books on Beijing, Delhi, and Seoul. At which point I threw a fit. I was sold on the whole overseas experience when it meant Rome or Frankfurt, but I really have no desire to live in Asia. I finally conceded that I might be able to tolerate Seoul, but really I wish he’d hold out for some choice positions in Europe. In the days following, he finally admitted that he wants to get out of Kansas City, that he wishes we hadn’t moved back. Quite a blow to me, as I’ve felt more home here than anywhere else we’ve lived. But apparently he hates it here, and now that we’re back he’s remembering all the reasons he wanted to leave in the first place. And he wants to move…again. I’m thinking, “Don’t Panic,” but of course, I’m panicking. All my planning laid to waste in one fell swoop. But one thing I’ve learned in my (eek!) almost 30 years of existence is that plans almost never work out. And marriage is about compromise.
So, new plan! (yes, I know, I never learn. But this is the only way I function.) We’ve decided to try Chicago on for size. Before we moved to NY, we had our sights set on Chi-town, but the job in NY was better. We had a second chance to move there a couple years ago, but James chose the refugee job in DC instead. We figure third time’s the charm, right? And it’s a good compromise–mass transit and urban lifestyle James craves, and closer to family for me. And I truly miss being able to walk and take the train everywhere. Sure, it’ll be expensive. And it’ll be harder than life in the suburbs of KC. But as James constantly reminds me, we’ll figure it out. I’m sure we will. In the meantime, we’re going to head up to Chicago in Oct or Nov for a long weekend–my aunt and uncle said we could come stay with them anytime. Figure we’ll check out some neighborhoods, see some sights, and make sure it’s a good fit for us before James starts putting in for any jobs.
Friday night I spent in Greenwood at a rather Whiskey Tango wedding (aka, white trash). It was all good–old friends from my LS neighborhood, some I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. I was designated the wedding photographer, so I had fun running around snapping pictures of everything. My friends’ kids were so adorable, and so grown up! Misty, the bride and incidentally a year younger than me, has a daughter who’s in the seventh grade this year. Seventh grade! That astounds me…and makes me feel dreadfully old, lol.
And finally, I read online today that Poltergeist is being re-released in theaters for one night, October 4th. I know it’s kind of a cheesy horror flick, but given my history with this movie, I have to see it. My mom took me to see it when I was five years old, the same age as little Carol Ann. Lapse of judgment on her part–I had nightmares for two weeks! But then when I was older I discovered it again and just loved it. I’m trying to talk my sister into coming if she can pry herself away from Evey for two hours, and if anyone else wants to join me, let me know.
Tags: amusing, car, family, james, restaurants, weddings
We started the week in Cincinnati via Columbus–my mom’s step sisters Gail and Karen picked us up at the Columbus airport and graciously escorted us to my grandma’s house in Cincinnati. (You wouldn’t believe how expensive it is to fly directly to cincinnati from KC–about $100 more than to Columbus!) We took it easy on the holiday, eating dinner at LaRosa’s (James loves the sauce, which we used to special order in KC) and watching a totally lame fireworks special on PBS hosted by desperate-to-please Tony Danza. We muted most of it, and I had this really interesting conversation with my grandma about what it was like to grow up with deaf parents. I always knew both my great-grandparents were deaf, but it had never occurred to me the difficulties they must have had communicating with each other, and what effect that had on her and her sisters’ relationship with their parents. I was surprised to learn that none of the kids knew sign language, and were encouraged by their grandparents not to learn it. My great-grandmother could speak and read lips, and I suppose her mother wanted to encourage that way of communicating over sign language to better assimilate into “normal” society. I’m not sure. Grandma did say that her mother carried around a slip of paper and pencil, and once she got so frustrated with a store clerk, she had to write down what she was trying to say. She also loved it when my grandma would play the piano–she couldn’t hear it, but she could feel the vibration. My great-grandfather had little training with lip-reading, so I imagine his children didn’t have much opportunity for meaningful conversation with him. My grandma was born the youngest of three children right at the height of the Great Depression, so she spent much of her childhood with her whole family living with her grandparents while her father looked for work. All very interesting family history (and grandma, feel free to chime in if I got anything wrong or if you want to add an tidbits 🙂
Thursday we spent the morning transferring the title to grandma’s old car and getting temporary tags, which turned out to be a piece of cake. The DMV was blessedly empty when we got there, and we got the whole thing done in 15 minutes. Which left us plenty of time to get chili at Skyline. Mmmm…coneys.
That afternoon we headed up to Fremont, OH, for my sister-in-law Kim’s wedding. We met her fiance Craig and his whole family, who were great fun and really nice hosts. We spent Friday decorating the Moosehead Lodge for the reception, complete with tulle and twinkly lights, then headed to this gorgeous Catholic church for the rehearsal. My father-in-law put me in charge of pictures (along with my very talented sis-in-law Ann), so we busied ourselves setting up the tripod and begging the priest to let us use the flash. Then it was off to the local pub for pizza and beer, and I got a chance to meet some of Kim’s friends, and a lot of James’s family I’d never met before. I had a little trouble with the whole James/Collin thing–half the time his family had no idea who I was talking about when I referred to him as James. For some reason I have no problem calling him “Uncle Collin” when we’re around the nephews, so maybe I should just call him that 🙂 Despite a few tears and a little drama, the wedding went off without a hitch. Kim looked radiant in her dress, and the priest kept the ceremony relatively short. (Good thing, cuz the church wasn’t air conditioned). The reception was a blast–my kind of food (BBQ pulled pork with all the fixins), and a great DJ. James and I volunteered as chauffeurs for the newly-weds, so we closed out the place at 11:30 with a few of Kim’s friends and all of the siblings. Apparently everyone was saying James and I were adorable on the dance floor, hee hee. James’s oldest brother Chris and his wife Ann dropped off the little ones with “Papa Texas” so they could stay late with us, and Michael, the youngest brother, was cracking us up with his drunken moves. I think Kim was amazed us “old people” could actually bust a move 🙂 We got the bride and groom safely to their hotel and called it a night around midnight.
So now I’m home, and James is taking a couple of days to drive the Buick back here and visiting family in Springfield. I wish I had the day off tomorrow, but so it goes.
Tags: james, kansas city, restaurants, weddings
As usual, it’s just go-go-go. I was in town for some sales meetings at work, which included two free dinners. Not too shabby. It was just the shot in the arm the staff needed, I think, too. We’re all getting more enthused about our jobs and about our team. It helps when I get to be in the office and actually talk to people face-to-face, too. I miss that social interaction sometimes…IM is a poor substitute.
Let’s see…my friend Candi had her baby, a healthy boy. Hoping to see him next week, or maybe on my next trip. Got to see my sister’s new puppy–very cute and rambunctious. Dad drove me to Windsor, MO to meet his Amish buddies. It took us an hour to get there, and we saw lots of cows. It was fun driving to the farms, picking up food, and talking to the guys in funny hats and long beards. They were all very friendly, and the food there is awesome. Dad fried me up these sausages he bought there (part of the whole pig he bought from them and is picking up in installments), and I’d say they were the best I’ve ever had. This is also the place that sells the best pickled okra in the Known Universe.
Also went to my friend Julie’s wedding, and had a blast. She had her reception at the Webster House, this Victorian mansion in the crossroads district. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this place. It was gorgeous, and the food superb. I had thought I’d be too tired to stay very long, but I was one of the last ones to leave! Had fun catching up with old high school friends, and the new friends I made at Julie’s bachelorette party.
This morning I had breakfast at Bell Street Mama’s with Grandpa Marvin and the fam for his birthday. And I’m planning a dinner tonight with my college friends. I’m still on “dark side of the moon” territory with James. I believe he’s landing in Nairobi today, but I have yet to hear from him. He was in Amsterdam for a whole day, so let’s hope he stayed out of trouble. 🙂 Next week, lots going on with work/friends/fam. No rest for the weary, I fear.