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The Craziness that is family, friends, and wedding plans. Get this:
I'm getting married in 23 days. !!!!.
One bridesmaid had a baby 4 weeks ago
One bridesmaid will be 5 months pregnant at the wedding
One bridesmaid decided at the last minute to study in Arizona and will most likely not be able to attend
One bridesmaid is studying in Italy and gets back the day before the wedding
One bridesmaid left today to go to Argentina for 16 days to go visit her husband of 2 years family for the first time
These are all different bridesmaids
Clint's step-dad fell off a ladder 3 weeks ago and had to have knee surgery the next week
His step-brother was injured in a football game the same weekend and has a cast up to his shoulder
His grandmother had an arteriogram the same week, and had a stint put in yesterday morning
His sister (my roomate) has had walking pneumonia, and had to have a chest CT yesterday
I'm even leaving some stuff out.
I realized recently that the two most intense people in my life are Clint and Burt. I find it interesting that they could not be any more opposite if they were Dave Chappelle and Shirley Temple. Burt said an interesting thing to me on the phone yesterday. He said: I'd like to marry someone with the same selfish principles as me. Part of me understands this completely because I know Burt. The other part could never get my head around this concept of love growing out of ultimate selfishness. This made me think of something Clint and I were talking about outside the gym the other night. We were talking about struggling with the fact that God loves himself more than anything, and that is beautiful and as it should be because he's God. But then that made me think of what Stella was saying about Atheists being their own gods. Burt is his own god, and it works for him. But sometimes I wonder if it isn't kind of lonely being god. If you were to be with someone with equally selfish principles, they would in a sense be another god. Your relationship would be one of pretense, of pedestals and without flaw which anyone knows does not exist. As soon as you fall, your deity is lost to the other leaving you with a series of failed relationships due to unattainable expectations and our natural tendency to fuck things up. How does this dream-of-his flesh itself out, or can it?
It is a long, boring day at work and I'm ready to kiss Clint's face, then drive to Tuscaloosa to pick up Danielle for her weekend visit.
Lingerie Shower tomorrow! Woo-hoo!
I'm getting married in 23 days. !!!!.
One bridesmaid had a baby 4 weeks ago
One bridesmaid will be 5 months pregnant at the wedding
One bridesmaid decided at the last minute to study in Arizona and will most likely not be able to attend
One bridesmaid is studying in Italy and gets back the day before the wedding
One bridesmaid left today to go to Argentina for 16 days to go visit her husband of 2 years family for the first time
These are all different bridesmaids
Clint's step-dad fell off a ladder 3 weeks ago and had to have knee surgery the next week
His step-brother was injured in a football game the same weekend and has a cast up to his shoulder
His grandmother had an arteriogram the same week, and had a stint put in yesterday morning
His sister (my roomate) has had walking pneumonia, and had to have a chest CT yesterday
I'm even leaving some stuff out.
I realized recently that the two most intense people in my life are Clint and Burt. I find it interesting that they could not be any more opposite if they were Dave Chappelle and Shirley Temple. Burt said an interesting thing to me on the phone yesterday. He said: I'd like to marry someone with the same selfish principles as me. Part of me understands this completely because I know Burt. The other part could never get my head around this concept of love growing out of ultimate selfishness. This made me think of something Clint and I were talking about outside the gym the other night. We were talking about struggling with the fact that God loves himself more than anything, and that is beautiful and as it should be because he's God. But then that made me think of what Stella was saying about Atheists being their own gods. Burt is his own god, and it works for him. But sometimes I wonder if it isn't kind of lonely being god. If you were to be with someone with equally selfish principles, they would in a sense be another god. Your relationship would be one of pretense, of pedestals and without flaw which anyone knows does not exist. As soon as you fall, your deity is lost to the other leaving you with a series of failed relationships due to unattainable expectations and our natural tendency to fuck things up. How does this dream-of-his flesh itself out, or can it?
It is a long, boring day at work and I'm ready to kiss Clint's face, then drive to Tuscaloosa to pick up Danielle for her weekend visit.
Lingerie Shower tomorrow! Woo-hoo!