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sethrakOk. So I'm updating instead of packing. Or sleeping. Shut up.
Anybody in the peanut gallery who wants to crack wise about this may do so with the comment feature. Lord knows I've cracked wise enough about my procrsatination habits. But be forewarned - the Kawaii Shrine Maiden Ninjas will be adding you to their... list... if you wax too funny at my expense. ::smiles all too sweetly and twirls her tailribbon::
Lumiere> Sethra has fountains of books!
Cogsworth> Cascades!
Lumiere> ::wax droplets scattering wildly as he flails his arms:: More books about scifi and fantasy and Native American legends and dragons of every description than any sane person has a right to own!
Sethra again> And therein lies the problem.... -_-
I have to fit all the most crucial parts of my life into a dusty truck's flatbed and yes, love, it'll be dusty by the time you reach SE WI. :b In only a couple days. I did make a fair bit of progress over the last few weeks in winnowing out the un-needed/unwanted/damaged stuff. But there's still so much to do... and anything not coming along has to be removed and stored properly, so that Margaret can take over as primary room dweller and Katie can be moved in as youngest sister resident.
::the KSMNs converge on Sethra-sama to conceal the panicked running round in small circles she's now doing::
Ok, I'm a bit better now.
::dubious looks from the KSMNs, but they slowly back away::
This is going to be a rough couple days. I have lots of time and not enough things to do. Strike that, reverse it, as Willy Wonka would say. ^_^
Also, I'm finally starting to get the bad reaction from relatives that I'd been anticipating with my announcement to my mother.
Aunty Lori, upon being told the news, after she got over the initial shock about how soon this is happening, was delightfully enthusiastic. She also thinks my mate is really cute. ^_- I showed her the picture he took of us together in March. We're going to see Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow, and I expect she'll beg more details from me then.
My Dad.... was less so.
Mom evidently had barely told him anything. And acted like she wasn't supposed to even tell him that much, by his account. >_< I don't know why. I never EVER told her this was to be kept secret. Damn it.
Anyway. To the point. He does NOT think me moving in with my love is a good idea at ALL. To his credit he says he'd be just as displeased if it were my brother Jerry deciding to move in with a girlfriend. So he's not being chauvinistic about it. But still. He ain't happy. -_- A few stupid questions were asked regarding how the AF felt about him living with someone. ::rolls her eyes:: Why would the AF care, or be able to do much about it? As long as he's not using on-base housing to live with me in, and as long as he's not with an underage girl or illegal immigrant or something else that breaks the law.
That was not one of the better conversations I've had in my admittedly long and difficult relationship with my father.
Once Aunt Mary and Uncle Kurt, the hardcore devout Lutheran wing of the family, find out, I expect it'll be just as bad. Once my grandparents find out.... -_- They're old. With the accompanying decades-old morals and views of what's socially acceptable. They're socially conservative as hell. Pfff... they even still call black people 'negroes'. They're devoutly Catholic. (Type of religion matters little, really; it is a common trend of the most devout people that they tend to frown on non-marital living together.) I am so not looking forward to that conversation. Which is why I'm pretty sure I shan't be accompanying Dad when he goes to see them Monday. He plans to stay overnight. If they react badly and vocally, I do NOT want to be trapped there overnight. Granted, they may simply react with a towering silence of disapproval, which would be bad enough. But I could handle that. Trying to deal with their scolding and constant attempts to make me repent, well....
:;takes a deep steadying breath::
But, rising above all this, is the memory of how damn good it feels to be held by my mate. And the ability to say I love him to his face. Not over the phone. Or in a flat, two dimensional e-mail. And the hope of being able to really build a wonderful life together with him.
A little flack from the family in the short term is well worth it. He's worth it.
::leans out her bedroom window carefuly and breathes softly in the direction of Nebraska:: I love you, Tom Doscher.
Anybody in the peanut gallery who wants to crack wise about this may do so with the comment feature. Lord knows I've cracked wise enough about my procrsatination habits. But be forewarned - the Kawaii Shrine Maiden Ninjas will be adding you to their... list... if you wax too funny at my expense. ::smiles all too sweetly and twirls her tailribbon::
Lumiere> Sethra has fountains of books!
Cogsworth> Cascades!
Lumiere> ::wax droplets scattering wildly as he flails his arms:: More books about scifi and fantasy and Native American legends and dragons of every description than any sane person has a right to own!
Sethra again> And therein lies the problem.... -_-
I have to fit all the most crucial parts of my life into a dusty truck's flatbed and yes, love, it'll be dusty by the time you reach SE WI. :b In only a couple days. I did make a fair bit of progress over the last few weeks in winnowing out the un-needed/unwanted/damaged stuff. But there's still so much to do... and anything not coming along has to be removed and stored properly, so that Margaret can take over as primary room dweller and Katie can be moved in as youngest sister resident.
::the KSMNs converge on Sethra-sama to conceal the panicked running round in small circles she's now doing::
Ok, I'm a bit better now.
::dubious looks from the KSMNs, but they slowly back away::
This is going to be a rough couple days. I have lots of time and not enough things to do. Strike that, reverse it, as Willy Wonka would say. ^_^
Also, I'm finally starting to get the bad reaction from relatives that I'd been anticipating with my announcement to my mother.
Aunty Lori, upon being told the news, after she got over the initial shock about how soon this is happening, was delightfully enthusiastic. She also thinks my mate is really cute. ^_- I showed her the picture he took of us together in March. We're going to see Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow, and I expect she'll beg more details from me then.
My Dad.... was less so.
Mom evidently had barely told him anything. And acted like she wasn't supposed to even tell him that much, by his account. >_< I don't know why. I never EVER told her this was to be kept secret. Damn it.
Anyway. To the point. He does NOT think me moving in with my love is a good idea at ALL. To his credit he says he'd be just as displeased if it were my brother Jerry deciding to move in with a girlfriend. So he's not being chauvinistic about it. But still. He ain't happy. -_- A few stupid questions were asked regarding how the AF felt about him living with someone. ::rolls her eyes:: Why would the AF care, or be able to do much about it? As long as he's not using on-base housing to live with me in, and as long as he's not with an underage girl or illegal immigrant or something else that breaks the law.
That was not one of the better conversations I've had in my admittedly long and difficult relationship with my father.
Once Aunt Mary and Uncle Kurt, the hardcore devout Lutheran wing of the family, find out, I expect it'll be just as bad. Once my grandparents find out.... -_- They're old. With the accompanying decades-old morals and views of what's socially acceptable. They're socially conservative as hell. Pfff... they even still call black people 'negroes'. They're devoutly Catholic. (Type of religion matters little, really; it is a common trend of the most devout people that they tend to frown on non-marital living together.) I am so not looking forward to that conversation. Which is why I'm pretty sure I shan't be accompanying Dad when he goes to see them Monday. He plans to stay overnight. If they react badly and vocally, I do NOT want to be trapped there overnight. Granted, they may simply react with a towering silence of disapproval, which would be bad enough. But I could handle that. Trying to deal with their scolding and constant attempts to make me repent, well....
:;takes a deep steadying breath::
But, rising above all this, is the memory of how damn good it feels to be held by my mate. And the ability to say I love him to his face. Not over the phone. Or in a flat, two dimensional e-mail. And the hope of being able to really build a wonderful life together with him.
A little flack from the family in the short term is well worth it. He's worth it.
::leans out her bedroom window carefuly and breathes softly in the direction of Nebraska:: I love you, Tom Doscher.
