| Nervous. |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|09:47 am] |
It's the last days. Well, before going on another research visit to Copenhagen. I've no place to stay yet, but a friendly police officer just told me it is not a terrible crime to travel with a valid passport, although the name has changed. Hurrah for that.
I've no clue where my Danish library cards and such are, and I cannot use my credit card before February. I've a new pin number though, which means I can carry huge amounts of cash with me to survive down there. There's a mountain of laundry to do. Plus I have to get two abstracts and three grant applications going before I go. And perform some Fulbright business.
But it's alright, cause I am a wonderwoman. (via jupedog)
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| Family. |
[Dec. 26th, 2006|02:55 pm] |
We're a family now, Jukka and me, even legally.
The wedding went really well, all our guests seemed to enjoy themselves, and so did we. Since then, we have gone on as usual. Christmas was spent at Jukka's parents', who are genuinely very nice people. I got a cold, but since it's had a very good sense of jumping at me after the wedding, I'm not too bothered about it.
Maybe time to get my mid-morning Finrexin and a nap. |
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| Thank you, Santa. |
[Dec. 21st, 2006|05:05 pm] |
My dad cannot make it to the wedding. He's got ill.
Words cannot express my relief. I never even wished he'd get ill or anything, so I don't feel too guilty about feeling content about this change of course. A little, for one is not supposed to be happy when other people are suffering, but then it's not the suffering I'm actually happy about, but the loss of his company at the reception. My wedding stress vanished wholly with the tidings. I still don't have a top to wear and there are still a fair amount of stuff to be done, but nothing can go totally amiss anymore. |
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| Holy Arsehole, Batman. |
[Dec. 16th, 2006|09:46 pm] |
The arsehole in question being my dad, of course. The holy -part of it being his vision of hisself.
I asked him, whether he'd like to give us a toast. You know, quite customary in weddings for the father of the bride to raise the first toast, saying welcome and wishing good luck and happiness for the couple. If he is available in this world, of course. So I asked my dad, if he would like to toast us. He replied "E." (in Finnish), which would roughly translate to "No.", only the second letter omitted. After which he handed the phone to mum.
I didn't have very high hopes to start with, but I am disappointed nevertheless. My mum's not too interested in the bash to begin with, and it seems I should be eternally grateful to all higher powers available my dad shows up and doesn't sulk in public. Me and dad have never had a good relationship, and I think I'll be soon done with even trying to be civil. Luckily I'm acquiring two lovely new parentlike relatives in Jukka's parents. They are very exited about the wedding and genuinely happy for us, too. Jukka's dad promised to give the toast the minute I asked him and his mum has helped me with the arrangements as much as she has been able to.
In a week we'll be respectable people, Jukka and I. And our own little family, even legally. And probably well-fed and just a tad tipsy to boot, surrounded by our well-fed and tipsy friends. What a lovely thought. |
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| Pics & Party |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|04:19 am] |
The wedding is approaching too fast. The last week, I've been working on my gown. Did a skirt, didn't like it, so did a nicer one. Did a corset, but decided against it. Did a petticoat, which works quite well. Did a top, didn't like it, but had to wear it for the photoshoot, as it was one am the photoshoot morning when I finally finished it. At four thirty, had also managed to finish my pearl set.
At eight thirty, woke up to totter off to hairdressers. By noon, hair up and done. Photoshoot till 5.15. Then home to clean up for my homecoming-our housewarming-his birthday-my birthday- our engagement- wee Christmas -party. Multitasking rules, but didn't quite work at the stage where I was cleaning on one hand and cooking on the other.
Luckily, the first quests to arrive did it half past seven instead of the seven mentioned at our invitation. Ate well, drank well, had a marvelous time despite hostessing. My seaweedcaviar dip was universally praised as was his carrot cake.
Elevenish, was on my way to enjoy Helsinki by night. Had a lovely time, although I was at that point so tired I was a very fluent listener - can't remember anything, though. And then came home at three with my maid of honour as my fiancé was on his way to a wild stagnight.
Since then, I've pretty much focused on sleeping and eating, except for the bit where I removed myself to the photoshoot venue to see the results. And they were exactly as I wanted, with one very superb pic. Also scoured the dvd-library there to get more sewing session entertainment. I love cutting, but sewing sucks, and there is the top to manage still.
Can't really recommend arranging a wedding in ten weeks to anyone holding a regular job requiring regular hours to be put in. The process advances in jolts as the weirdest things require attention and crises just seem to develop from thin air. Usually in the form of the soon-to-be mother-in-law. That's a definite proof of the mental mental effect weddings have on people: they can turn even the nicest normal people turn to detail-obsessed perfectionists. Luckily wedding isn't an incurable disease, but passes swiftly after a certain date. |
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| Pissed off. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2006|02:57 pm] |
For th last two months, we've scarsely had a shower and absolutely no washing machine. The last week, the toilet seat's lain in the kitchen unusable. It's enough to piss a person off, even if said person is not quite easily aggravated.
If that bath is not functional by Monday afternoon, I may have to have to take matters in my own hands and call a plumber. Anyone, who's willing to come over, and fix it instantly. There's not much more to be done, we pretty much have the walls and floor fixed now. The bill will go to the company in charge of the renovation and I'll add my own extra few hundred for the unnecessary inconvenience.
Fuckers. |
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| Renewed shoesies. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|06:53 pm] |
So one shoe was slightly bigger than the other. It kept falling off my foot, the shoes being a number too big to start with. No problemo, went and tried to change the pair. The pair they gave me, both a bit too big. So asked for a third and a final pair. Of which one too big, one right size. So asked to keep original right shoe and change the left shoe. And it worked out just fine. The store I was getting the shoes from does not seem to get brides too often, they didn't quite get the maddening vision of perfection part of it, which turns perfectly normal people to insane detail-oriented complainers.
On other news, the pearls have arrived from their various sources, meaning I now have a colour palette organized. Tomorrow, I'm off to the florist to order flowers. And the fabric store to get my stuff. An d Stockmann, to get the grooms tie, which first turned on the whole p -thing.
And yes, currently avoiding cleaning in all which ways possible.
You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
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| Got'em shoesies. |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|02:33 am] |
It was the almost last, yet still a very desperate attempt. And I got them shoes. Very pretty, pitch black ballerinas, only a tad too big. Well, methinks, if you gotta look weird, rather look petite and dainty than hobble like a newborn gazelle in too big stilettos.
On other wedding-related-news, hair is good, bestman's good, and people are already asking about the after-party dinner and boozing affaire. We just made a list, and there seems to be at least seventy people we'd like to see there. And I thought I'm one of those perr asocialites.
Well, just goes to show you never can tell. Till morning though, I'm going to retire to my little very own planet research. Funny things happ'nin' there tonight. Or if not, at least I've blown all my money to books and pearls last night, so no imminent financial catastrophe in sight. |
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| Modern bloody inventions. |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|09:42 pm] |
So, water closets and indoor plumbing. A lovely thing really, except when something goes wrong. Would not go back to outdoor facilities. But really really hate the our current arrangement with the bathroom.It is just not worthy of me.
So the previous plumbers did a shitty job back when we were not yet living here and now it has been us bearing the consequences for the past two months. For two months, there's been a hole in the bathroom wall and floor. Showering limited to two-minute quickies, no washing machine and certainly no fun. Somebody has come about once every two weeks, muttering about the hole still being there. For three weeks we had a noisy gadget drying the hole.
And now that things are developing, what do we get? A wall stripped of tiles, massive amounts of dust and no shower. The plumbers were about today, but who knows when they'll turn up again?
I am known for having a relatively long fuse. I tend to get angry about two times a year, and this is not yet the other of those times. That said, I'm annoyed out of my wits. Me want nice hot shower for a half an hour, now.
And someone to clean up the mess, too, please. Since I am middle-class and not having an indoor bathroom, does this not mean we've somehow time-travelled to the 19th century and I'm entitled to at least one maid who should arrange me all this and a nice hot cuppa? Mmmh? Mhhh? |
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| A Comeback. |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|07:10 pm] |
So, at about, but not quite, six months later than the previous entry is probably as good a time for a comeback as any. Will try to update a tad more frequently from now on.
To recap in a nutshell. Came back to Finland in August after succesfully suffering the rest of my sentence in Germany. Vowed not to return in a hurry.
Got myself a therapist at home in September, have made substantial progress. Ie, to the extent we have gone through pretty much all the mourning for the past and are currently focusing on strengthening the what is now.
Was given and accepted a Fulbright grant to go write my thesis in the US for a year. Will be taking my beloved with me.
Was proposed to in October (Friday the thirteenth is a lucky day from now on), accepted on the spot despite the not quite traditional pose. Thereafter decided with hubby-in-the-making to diss a long engagement in favour of leaping to marriage. Due to mother-in-lawial pressure, decided to have a family gathering over coffee, cake and a public ceremony.
Dragged my derrière to a conference in Vancouver in November. And swell move it was, too. Was given more-or-less undue, but enthusiatic attention after the delivery of my paper, which was reallyreally nice. Managed to establish to myself a collegial network, was invited to the Smithsonian Institute and Berkeley to spend my Fulbright grant.
Am in the process of deciding the Smithsonian, if Board of Fulbright give the thumbs up. Arranging the wedding (it is a process that turns girls to nuts, I tell you) with the help of some of my loveliest friends and his. The latest from that department include shopping with mother-in-law for dishes we do not really need, but are accepting graciously as she is a lovely, warm-hearted and a genuinely supportive person in dire need of giving something real. As a sequel, me and her had so much fun shopping her a bit of this and that for her wedding attire.
Later I, of course, went to hunt for shoes. A few passable pairs were found, none too appealing for the price. Is it just me, or does the bottom line always seem to be shoes? |
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