Ich liebe wollegarn

Here I am in Munich, Germany for a much needed mini-break with my future hubby. Unfortunately, his flight was canceled due to severe weather, but my flight was already in the air. So there was no way to let me know. After flying for many hours and a stop in Zurich, I made it to the Munich airport in much anticipation of seeing my sweetie.

Not there. Maybe he was mistaken and his flight came in after mine. I'll wait for the next Paris flight. Nope. I'll page him. No answer. Okay. No freak out. I can handle this. Maybe he was flying in on Air France instead, they have a flight landing at the other terminal in 20 minutes. (run, run, run). Nope. Maybe he slipped past me while I was running to the other terminal, I'll page him again. No answer. Wait! There is another flight from Paris in the first terminal. (run, run, run). Nope. Fine, I'm just not leaving the airport until he gets here. I have my space on the ground between terminals where I will sit and wait. He will have to see me there.

Okay, still can't get the Wifi to work to see if I have an email either. My cell phone is crap. I knew I should have gotten a weekend European pass from Verizon, but I KNEW I would have been teased for it being unnecessary. Just as I was about to call his cell, the US Embassy, Amanda and Katrin, I heard an announcement. Not that I understood anything other than my name. I ran back to the nice people at the information desk who helped me earlier. "Me!! That's me! Where is he? Where is he waiting?" excited that he must have finally landed.

"One moment please." She said looking at me with compassion and pity. DEAR GOD, please let him be safe. She's writing down a number. "He isn't here, is he?" She hands me a piece of paper and says that I need to call that number, her voice full of calm sympathy. I ask where the nearest phones are that take credit cards (which, they didn't).

Right there is where I lost it. That is where I cracked. Managing to ask where the phones were was about all I could get out as the tears came with stark fear that there had been a major problem/terrorist/accident/kidnapping/etc.. Was this the number of the Embassy?

I try 5 times before I can get the call to go through. He answers. Now I want to cry even harder with relief. But I'm trying to hold it together. He tells me about his flight and that I should go to the hotel. Okay. Now I know what is happening I can handle it. My mind and body is now crashing. Coming down from the panic and adrenaline. And I haven't eaten since yesterday? Okay. OK. OK. I need to calm down and then get some food and sleep. I check in to the hotel. There is one thing I know that will make me feel better before I crash.

"Cabbie, Can you please take me to this yarn store? Danke!"

No turning back

There is no turning back now. The invitations are sent.

Today I got home to discover my first few RSVPs! How exciting! And they all accepted! I got to go to my list and check of names. I've been checking off a lot of things off the list lately. Photographer, DJ, Venue, and flowers! Check, check, check!

I have a new person to fix my dress, at no cost to me. Which is good, since I already paid. A trial make-up session set up. Things are coming along.

Now I just need to find someone to marry us....

Little bit at a time...

I'm working on things, a little bit at a time. That way it doesn't seem so overwhelming! Right?

Tonight I have addressed half of the invitation envelopes. Only 2 had to be rewritten, which I felt was good. They aren't all perfect, but neither am I. Minor flaws I blame on a fountain pen blob (which is caused by the scribe, but we won't tell people that).

I also made 20 jars of jelly over the weekend! A good start indeed! They are very nice looking. But I bought the only jars of that type to be had in town, so I ordered more in bulk from the maker. Oh, and I haven't tasted it yet....
And then I also plied 278 yards of Finn/Corridale mix. The colorway is Parkland and it is a nice purple/white. It's about a fingering weight. I haven't checked the WPI yet, as it's drying. I had mistakenly plied in the wrong direction. So I had to run it back through again, and faster to make it more twisty. I finally used the turbo setting on my wheel. It set up an impressive breeze...

So, parts have been done. A little bit at a time...

Busy

I'm busy. Work is crazy, house is crazy and extra-curricular are crazy. And I'm trying to plan a wedding. Who knew so much hassle went into to it? Making favors for the wedding... Guests are coming, the lawn needs maintenance, I need to make a dump run, my neighbor is cutting down a tree.

The cat needs to visit her new babysitter before my trip to Germany. O, and I have to plan for the trip to Germany too. Get the house ready for being a rental and slowly packing stuff away.

So many things to do on top of daily chores.

Screw it, I think I'll knit tonight.

TMI

So there are so downfalls to working where I do. The boss is crazy. I'm a den mother to 13 grown-up-boys. The work load can get very heavy with the seasons. And there are some good things about my job.

There are often deer outside my window. Free plants needing a new home. Work Cat! Wearing jeans when ever I feel like it. And no one being in the office to bug me while I work. (Or play on the computer.)

And today, I took off my bra. I am at work, bra-less! It's a new bra that needs to be washed and banged against a rock before I wear it again. It itched, chafed, poked and all the other horrid things that they can do. And I had it. I couldn't sit anymore trying to ignore it. So, I took it off.

Work cat doesn't seem to care. And no one else knows.

Hehehehehehehehehe.

I know you're watching....

Voyeur!

I have an Opinion

I have an opinion. It is mine. It's not right or wrong. It's just my opinion.

I've let this get me down long enough. For a few weeks now, I've been tip-toeing around the elephant on the knitting table. I've become paranoid that something I've said has offended every living thing in a five mile radius. Or, at least my simply being, has offended a few. Since there was no grown up discussion about it, I am left to wonder what it is about me that is so horrible. I am afraid to say the wrong thing to the wrong person. I am afraid that having a frank discussion with another person, alienates others. I've been feeling that everyone would be happy if I just stayed home. Because there is something wrong with my personality. What is so horrible about me?

And today I realized. Nothing. This is me. Good, bad, flakey. Take it or leave it, but I won't wonder if the group wants to vote me off the island anymore. If they don't want me, then they can be grown-ups and ask me to stop coming. And I will respect their wishes. But I'm not going to walk on eggshells any more becasue of a few folks who have decided that they want to separate in a manner that can only be called juvenile. (I recall this happening in 6th grade) That is their choice. Fine.

Someone told me that I wasn't their friend. Ok, I will not force myself on them, and I haven't. I have respected their wishes. One person posted that they want to focus on other areas of their life. Perfectly understandable. I have respected this person's wish and not pried. I'm not their mother or spouse, it isn't my business if they don't want to talk to me. (and yet now they wonder why no one has pried?!)

These people seem not to care about the hurt they have caused others by their pursuit of martyrdom. In their self-righteous snit, they have hurt and alienated people who have never been anything but nice to them. And I don't count myself as one of those number. I am sure I've said something offensive. I have my own opinions and not everyone agrees. Got help the world if that ever happened! So, I am sure that I am one of who they refer to as "mean girls." As the proclaim they only want honesty in their clandestine group's self-description. I say, have at it. But it was childish to remove the main group's logo and alter the name as you removed yourself from the group. There is honest for you.

They are gone by choice. I am not. I will not wonder anymore. I do not care anymore. I will be myself and not afraid. If someone takes issue with an opinion of mine, please speak to me, I rarely bite.

ps-Thank you Katrin for the debate. I honestly enjoyed it.