Grandma a Go Go

we got to visit my Maternal Grandmother, Jean today and i have to say that I am both emotionally and physically exhausted in a very happy way.

My Grannie tells the story of my curly hair as follows; when I was a babe i had this tiny lock of head atop my head and it was shocking shade of red (this has faded over time slightly to a deeper color), she would sit in the rocking chair, sing to me and curl this lock of hair over and over and over and over. She admits to being surprised it didn't fall off eventually. Ultimately as new hair grew in she would continue to curl them in her hand over and over and at some point along the way it stuck, even though she wouldn't see me for a few days the hair would continue to curl on its own.

She takes credit for my head of hair which today was the first time she has seen shorn off, and loves me more each chance she can get to hug on me.

She is by far the most influential woman in my life. I owe her my life many times over as acting between my single mother's disciplinary actions and her Beloved Stevie.

I love you more than i can ever say, even though i say it a lot, and wish i could every night kiss you on the cheek and hug on you, taking a little of your Irish Spring scent to remind me of where i came from.

wedding rsvps, invites, save the dates, all diffrent stuff?

Recently I was educated about the many forms of paper goods weddings absorb (http://abrideinthemaking.blogspot.com/2008/06/preview-our-save-dates.html). There is a big difference between rsvp's and save the dates and invitations. being a guy i thought we could just send them all out at the same time. "No no no, it doesn't work that way." I have a lot to learn. I do believe that our recent conversation regarding the old and new Save The Dates ran for a few days since we changed the seasonal from a fall to a spring event, you should be able to see it at the link above to my intendeds blog but the conversation was scaled down to be readable. It was interspersed with Warcraft (http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/), Photoshop, and our pups getting in the middle of the talk but here is the skinny

you: "trees don't work for spring"
me: "why? are there no trees in the spring?"

you: "no, trees are for the fall, flowers signify spring, why can't you see that? I love you. your blind to all things artistic aren't you? (paraphrased) "
me: "but trees have flowers and they bloom just like flowers. trees are big plants! they work!"

you: "..." {insert disbelieving look} "why do you do this to me?"
me: "you wanted input, i want the trees, please my love."

you: "I'll see what i can do" {rolls eyes thinking about all the work you will need to do} "you really don't deserve me, you know"
me: "i know, I'm tryin to marry up. i love you.

you: "i love you more"
me: Smiles {thinking i always let you win that argument}

Anti, Anti?

Avanté, Avanté, ! I'm told. Once every month to publish is not fast enough, BeenSmitten has been threatened with character attacks and insinuations of a most unpleasant nature if i do not go on to reveal and express myself fully and in a more entertaining manner then the witty and charming in person life critique and errant verbal vandalism that categorizes my daily agenda.

With a promise at efforts, i thee make bloggie thing. lets see where it leads

To expand on my initial agenda explanations need be given where i wish to continue to process towards wedded happiness and a posting of constant critique of the plans and histories of my travels to such paradise with other than a happy flair would find themselves frowned upon in a most displeasing way by said Fiancé. So, to as not disengage myself completely from this affair I will spread the literary wings of thought and bring about more of what I bring to this table and make it an honest blog of life as I travel and not as someone close to me put it "a marriage bashing blog". Yes i can see how that would make mince meat of me in a quick and dirty fashion. kind of a kidney punch to the au-jus containers.

Ill start shortly i need to find the pictures of me shaving my head