Sunday, May 25, 2008

Death becomes her ...

Ian's mom passed away this weekend. We've been experiencing the immiment sadness for awhile, but still it seemed so sudden. Ian and his brother went up to see her last Tuesday, staying through and leaving late Wednesday afternoon. And on Friday, when we think back, there seemed to be many signs relating to Katherine. We toasted her during our daily routine of tequila shots before dinner. Stopping at Fred Meyer on the way home Friday night, my mom picked up a DVD copy of the fourth Star Trek movie to buy, but I poo-pooed the idea at the time. Star Trek was Katherine's all-time favorite TV obsession. Ian's phone conversation with his mom Friday night where she kept repeating "good-bye" but Ian only took it to mean her drugs were kicking in.
It's interesting to be at this point where all I can think to say to Ian is that his mom is not hurting anymore and her soul is peaceful now. I don't believe in God, nor do I believe in Heaven or Hell. But what I do believe is that a soul such as Katherine's is being honored by not having to deal with cancer anymore. Peace of mind and soul is what I believe in when a person dies.
Okay, I also believe in reincarnation but I'm still feeling that out and it has no baring on this entry. At this time.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

"I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name."

The age of technology has brought about an even smaller world then the one I went to high school in. And speaking of high school, the individuals who have "found" me, though I don't recall being lost, are good people and have good things to say about me, which of course is not hard to do.

It is hard for me hear nice things about myself. It has always been hard for me to hear nice things about myself. But I promise to stop that stupid behavior and embrace the yummy things people say about me. Take my afternoon for example. I went to my friend's dress shop in downtown Seattle to get fitted for a dress to wear when I wed Ian. I tried on several dresses, even some fancy white wedding ones that were pretty but looked very odd on me. I do insist, for the record, that the young lady who looked 16 looked for more off then me trying on wedding dresses. Live at 5! FLDS in Seattle shopping!

Jen, the dress shop owner and friend o' mine, was very helpful. I told her specifically the style I was hoping and looking for (August wedding gonna need a nice summer-type dress to the knees). We walked around the shop while she pulled dresses from racks and hooks. How many? 8? 10? Sheesh, I dunno, but in the end what came about was a mish-mash of a couple styles. Gotta work on my arm curls and back lifts so for my fitting in July I'll look smoking hot! Well, hot enough to pull it off. It's really all I'm asking for.

Now the hard part. I need a strapless bra.