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…it’s the little things that drive a person mad…

Things are running relatively smoothly… but there will inevitably be bumps in the road, right? (bumps like those awful speed bumps we have in our apartment complex — unnecessarily high and poorly constructed but well-suited to their purpose of ticking people off) Anyhow, just talked with Holiday Inn about adding 2 last minute people to the count. Yes, they say, it’s ok. Then she goes on to say that she doesn’t know why we were giving individual counts for the entrees.

“You all are having self-serve,” she observes, “so you don’t need counts for the entrees.”

Didn’t I ask that MONTHS ago when I had to design and print and send out the RSVP cards with the invites? Heck, I think I even have the email message printed in which she said that, yes, it IS necessary to give counts for each. Not that it really matters now. It will be easier for the day of, but shoot, I made myself a good bit of extra work.

I know I asked specifically about that.

oh, well.

In other news, it’s thursday. The wedding is Saturday. I woke up feeling sick this morning. I think I’m unconsciously nervous. That’s what my stomach felt like at least, like I was nervous. But I really am ready. I’m not really nervous, my tummy just didn’t get that memo.

Today’s project: announcements. Oh, wait. I forgot to bring the paper to print them on with me to work. Guess I’ll have to stop by Career Services tomorrow to take care of that. Or I could try printing them on my little deskjet. There are only 40, but that’s 80 sides… and it’s cardstock… unless I figure something else out really quick. Any ideas? Laura can help me with them if I do them tomorrow…

Speaking of tomorrow, I’ve got my nail appointment at noon… near school. [streamofconsciousness] So if I DO print those at CS, it should work out fine… I can head over around 9:30 to print them, be done with that by 11:30… head over with time to spare to get my nails done… get back to the apartment around 12:45 (they say the nails should only take like 20 minutes… but then they haven’t seen the shape mine are in)… then Laura and I can put them together and stuff the envelopes… I can also buy stamps right before or after nails… maybe I’ll even mail that package I have sitting by the door. [/streamofconsciousness]…

yeah. so sleepy…

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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