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This weekend has been spent recuperating mostly from being in trials the last three weeks. Three trials that all ended with guilty verdicts, back to back, so I'm very pleased with that. I really love my job as hard as it can be sometimes. Last night was spent watching scary movies while I tried to breathe. I'm normally not bothered with allergies at all, but this extra dry weather has done me in--probably the cedar, but I haven't bothered even looking as I'm just superstitious enough to think that if I don't know what's making my nose run it will lose its power over me in the next allergy seasons to come. Retarded, I know, but that's how my nose and I roll.
Only a few weeks now until the wedding and I'm starting to get really excited. I'm a lot less nervous than I thought I would be. I was never nervous about marrying John, not at all. What I thought I would be more nervous about were all the logistics involved and getting everything ready. Thing is, he's been such a great partner in helping to get everything ready and in all the planning, that now we have almost everything done. He's the shit, this man of mine.
My latest obsession has rolled back around to genealogy again and I've been finding out all sorts of interesting things. For instance, my great-grandmother who died in San Antonio? I ordered a copy of her birth certificate and discovered that she died in Moody Sanitarium. Cause of death was listed as "manic depressive" and "psychosis." She was in there a month and then she died. Hmmmmm...yeah. She was 37 years old and I don't think that people ever actually die from psychosis, so the mystery of Dellie Irene deepens. I want to get a small grave marker for her too. She never had one. I've also volunteered to take cemetery photos for a site that does photo requests for grave markers. I love road trips and knocking around cemeteries, so I figure it's a win-win.
I dreamed of cemeteries last night, and a hairy bulldog who loved Altoids.
I love you all, friends. Happy hearts and flowers to everyone.
Only a few weeks now until the wedding and I'm starting to get really excited. I'm a lot less nervous than I thought I would be. I was never nervous about marrying John, not at all. What I thought I would be more nervous about were all the logistics involved and getting everything ready. Thing is, he's been such a great partner in helping to get everything ready and in all the planning, that now we have almost everything done. He's the shit, this man of mine.
My latest obsession has rolled back around to genealogy again and I've been finding out all sorts of interesting things. For instance, my great-grandmother who died in San Antonio? I ordered a copy of her birth certificate and discovered that she died in Moody Sanitarium. Cause of death was listed as "manic depressive" and "psychosis." She was in there a month and then she died. Hmmmmm...yeah. She was 37 years old and I don't think that people ever actually die from psychosis, so the mystery of Dellie Irene deepens. I want to get a small grave marker for her too. She never had one. I've also volunteered to take cemetery photos for a site that does photo requests for grave markers. I love road trips and knocking around cemeteries, so I figure it's a win-win.
I dreamed of cemeteries last night, and a hairy bulldog who loved Altoids.
I love you all, friends. Happy hearts and flowers to everyone.