When did liking fall and spooky stuff become the norm? When I was in school you were a total weirdo if you thought about your costume anytime before October 15. Rude.
It’s been awhile since I just sat down and wrote about how things are going, and those are posts I avoid writing because who cares? You’re supposed to write interesting stories and stuff, but back when cool people used to blog for fun and not for money, “what’s up with me” posts were always my favorite.
Ender is one month old today. Everybody’s telling me to slow down but I’m loving his strength and watching him grow. I was not made to take care of tiny babies, and I long for the days he’ll be able to communicate with me past a screeching wail. That being said, oh I love him so much. It hurts me when he cries. I am a slave to his tiny impatient little will. He’s a wonderful baby.
We went to Oktoberfest. I had a great time until the end (naturally) but I took some great pictures of Allyn. It’s sorry and pathetic how much more often I need to get to the mountains, and also to take photos, but I did order a new lens as a late birthday present to myself, and I got some great pictures. But this one is my faaaaaaaave
I got married! So…to make a long story short, Allyn and I went to Die Antwoord at Saltair a day after my birthday when I was suuuuuuuuper pregnant. After the song “I Fink U Freeky” (a song of ours) and during the song “I Don’t Care” (one of my favorite love songs of theirs) Allyn officially asked me to marry him. Oh, it was the most beautiful moment, I can’t express enough how special it was.
We’d already talked about my hatred of people social anxiety and the likelihood that an actual wedding would cause me more misery than a few hours in a pretty white dress was worth…I just think weddings are so ridiculous. Thousands of dollars because you are getting married? A commitment of two people to each other–whyyyyyy does that require such a stiff affair? I mean if you’re the partying type the party aspect of it makes sense, especially if you’re an extrovert (which neither of us are) but the thousands of dollars in venue and flowers and photography and having matching seats and this big just ridiculous display of tradition do not. I always thought things like college graduation or buying a home made way more sense to throw a formal party over, but whatever, I was the weirdo who liked Halloween in school….
So we went to, where else? Saltair. I picked the date–it was the anniversary of our first kiss. I also picked the venue because it means so much to me and I’ve taught Allyn all about it. For those who don’t know (the reverend marrying us, for example) the original Saltair building(s) which were destroyed by fire several times, are now just pillars and debris and a long, straight road into nothingness. The majesty of the resort is gone but everyone who knows me, knows that it haunts me and draws me in regardless.
Where Saltair stood, versus the same road today.
The wedding ceremony was perfect. We had two witnesses, people whom we love and cherish, and most importantly, our son was there. The service and the vows were so special to me, and luckily I have a printed copy of everything that was said, so that I can always remember it. I also have a video of it, which I’ve shamelessly watched and cried to several times. We stood on that old road that played host to thousands of visitors from all over the country, toward the empty lake that to me holds more magic and mystery than anyplace I’ve ever been. Every time I look down that road I imagine the silhouette of the resort and thousands of twinkling lights and the roar of conversation, the rail car screeching to a stop to pickup and transport the swimmers. Now I have a memory there that is real and doesn’t involve my imagination. A piece of me and us is and will always be at the old road, to mix in with all the remembrances and thoughts of everyone else who had special moments there.
I know it’s extremely random and weird, especially factoring in my disdain for weddings, but ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to get married barefoot. My mom is probably the person who put that ridiculous notion into my head since she was all about that bra-burning 70’s free spirit crap. When she married my dad she wore a flower crown with her feathered bangs, ha! Anyway, it somehow got into my head that I needed to be married outside (outside is far superior to anything man-made) and barefoot.
And lo, it happened! I kicked off my sneakers onsite and the entire affair I was barefoot. Not only was it great to fulfill that strange, absurd lifelong expectation, but I felt a bit closer to my mom, and that’s always nice.
I also cried, and Allyn almost cried.
So now, in addition to Ender’s Birthday, my sister’s Birthday, my wedding anniversary, and my Utah anniversary–all in September!!!– I get to look forward to all that October has to offer. I wanted to make a little fall to-do list. Honestly these days just putting clothes on is the end of my routine, not the beginning, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make a big-ass list and be optimistic about it.
-Deep clean the baby’s room and our bedroom
-Go back to physical therapy
-Go back to therapy therapy (haha)
-Go with Allyn to therapy
-Take care of insurance records etc due to marriage and having a baby
-Start calorie counting again
-work on getting milk supply up for when I return to work
-Get Rusty moved into the garage/clean out the garage
-Make a dump run with the garbage leftover from moving
-DIY lighted curtains for our bedroom closet
-Hang up shelves in the bedroom and finish hanging pictures
-See the symphony (they’re playing Beethoven’s 5th!!!)
-make my costume of course!
-finish decorating the house and get the decorations out of the garage
-bake a cemetery cake with the kids
-go to a haunted house with Allyn
-do my skull makeup on Allyn
-attend Fear Con or the Halloween Expo (not sure which yet!)
-Go to Wheeler Farm and do the haunted corn maze + pumpkin patch
-Go to Red Butte Gardens
-Drive up to Silver Lake, maybe hike up a bit if the weather permits
-bake Halloween treats for the guys at work
-Go to the Halloween Hoot at Tracy Aviary
-Enter the Halloween contest at the Gallivan Plaza Monster Block Party
Oh yeah I’m sure allll of that will get done. To be fair, the spooky goals are more like “here’s what’s happening and what I want to go, let’s pick a few” so as long as I get out of the house I’m good.
Life is busy, but it’s a good busy.