Friday night, after getting my husband settled into the hotel room, instructing him to keep his foot elevated and order a hamburger from room service, I went to the rehearsal dinner, at an Italian restaurant in the quaint neighborhood of Walnut Creek.
I met a lot of my (now) cousins-in-law, and got a chance to talk with my uncle-by-marriage, the father of the groom. He’s the one who taught me to ski when I was seven years old. A nice guy—and still good-looking, even in his 70s.
The wedding was lovely, too. We all met yesterday in a beautiful Presbyterian church constructed of unpainted wood in Lafayette. The preliminary seating seemed to take about an hour: usually there’s this moment when the mother of the bride is seated, but this time there were so many stepparents involved that I couldn’t keep track of them all (our parents’ generation got awfully good at weddings, if you know what I mean). Also, the close relationship my mother has with our cousins meant that she was seated as part of the pre-ceremonial ceremony right before the mother of the groom came down the aisle.
And then we all adjourned to the Lindsey Wildlife Museum, where the reception was accompanied by the occasional squealing of a red-tailed hawk, and the owls sat immobile above the fray, turning their heads every now and then so we wouldn’t think they were the products of taxidermy.
My husband and I sat in front of the snakes and lizards on display, so all the kids at the reception kept gathering behind our table and tapping on the glass in an attempt to rouse the reptiles.
And it was all wonderful, though I was so tired at the end of it all I wondered how exhausted those who had worked to put the thing together must have felt.
This is the second time within a year I’ve seen two schoolteachers marry each other. Strictly speaking, should they breed? Discuss.
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I work at a private school, and there is exactly one single person (female) on the faculty. Were a single guy to be hired, everyone’d try to hook him with the single lady.
My German teacher divorced in the 1980-1 time frame. She was remarried by the end of 1982, to one of the English teachers.
It’s probably because any two teachers working at the same school can socialize without causing a conflict of interest. They’re often eligible in their own right (have jobs and degrees), and generally have quite a bit more in common.
Now what needs explanation is the recurring theme of women school teachers boffing male students. LeTourneau had mental health issues; I wonder if that explains them all.
Do they deliver 45-minute rants against Bush? If so, no…Just my opinion.
Male students may wish there was some sort of trend with frisky female teachers, but I think it’s just an artifact of increased media coverage. And a willingness for school/civil authorities to discuss it publicly.
Hey! They’re math teachers, and therefore pretty occupied with 1) integers, and 2) fending off remarks about whether it’s true that “you and Mr. Jones are getting married.”
“Of course it’s true. Now carry the one to that column. Go on.”
Are they public school teachers? If so then they shouldn’t breed. Public school teachers are some of the cheapest people I’ve encountered. They want discounts on everything with the excuse being they’re public school teachers and taxpayers don’t pay them enough.
If they are math teachers it is already to late, they know how to multiply already. 8^0
I see you stuck with the hotel. Good for you! Limits are the only way to deal with family. I’d be just like your hubby – willing to go along to get along but give me my privacy and independence. Glad to see that you know which person in your life is most important to please. Heh.
Planning another “Do you miss me?” post, are we? Yes, we miss you, dammit! Now give us another fix!
Sincerely,
Your other “life coaches”
You’re in the Bay Area? And you didn’t call ME??? For shame! 🙂
I was there for maybe 30 hours, Bud. I’ll go up there real soon when I’ve got time to schmooze.
Gonna visit LittleMissAttilaVille in the near future? We’d love to hear from you!
Yeah, yeah you got a job…who doesn’t? Unless you have struck your head and now think you are really a visitor…Well, let me help! Poor Baby! Your secret identity IS Little Miss Attila! THIS IS YOUR BLOG! There! Now write three short posts.
Oh, I forgot! PLEASE!
Pretty Please, if it helps…
What are the rules concerning abandoned Blogs?
She’ll be back. She is NOT ready for hospice. Only for a nice long nap.
She never had enough time for everything when she WASN’T doing a nine-to-five. Now she’s got that plus her other businesses plus a house to keep up plus her 12-step stuff?
ai yi YI!
It makes me absolutely bone-tired exhausted just to think about it.
*yawm*
A nap.
That sounds good. Actually. Very, very good.
k, you could have given us a few “WTFs,” just to bring back pleasant memories. Or a broken link or two. We will wait. What else can we do?
Ah, the lovely WTF! So many life experiences, so little chance to really SAY it! I wish I spent more time greatly puzzled.
Now, as far as those broken links go, surely you appreciate that I have little interest in parsing them out a bit at a time. No. I am nothing if not generous. Twenty or so is just fine. One or two don’t float my boat.
Which, however, means I’ll have to wait until I’m Having a Bad Day. Unfortunately, that’s such a rare occurrence any more, I may not be able to toss off any sincere WTF’s and broken links for some time.
*sigh*
I’ve no doubt a REAL commenter would have no problem at all just whipping it all up out of thin air.
So, yes. We must wait.
Humbly Requesting your Gracious Pardon, I remain
World’s Most Lame-Assed Commenter and Blogger,
k
k, there’s quite a long list. I never considered you on it!
As long as you have checked and know all is well, I can be patient.
We could, if we were ambitious, update via our comments until our Mistress returns…
In the spirit of “undocumented workers,” I propose replacing ‘shoplifter’ with “shoppers without receipts.” It could also replace ‘looters.’ I bet there are others, but I’m not very ambitious.
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