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The Stress of a married mammal
May. 26th, 2005 03:49 pmNola was great..except that the air was like breathing in a sauna, the particular weekend we were there.
Novelties of Nola that expanded my life experience span:
A tour guide in the French Quarters dropping the comment: Don't encourage her, she's a crazy crack-whore! about a short sleeved elderly, wrinkly lady with a beer in her hand, standing outside a bar. Boy..the whoring in Nola must be good...But even so, I thought it slightly rude.
A Baby shower-lunch in a park. You give mom and dad to be baby-stuff, you compete in question games and scrabble-like exercises with baby themes and get a baby sock or a baby bottle with de-luxe jelly beans as a winner prize.
The super poisonous green monster CATERPILLARS that fall down Kamikaze-style from trees and bushes and BITE YOUR ARM so that it swells up to it's double size. (It's no urban myth, it REALLY happened to a friend of a friend!)
Mimosa is good. Yes. I want to be a Southern Belle, drinking Mimosa all day long. And take enormous siestas in air conditioned environments.
The Mississippi is so far the biggest river I've seen. And My too few impressions (because of a tight schedule, since we were visiting a relative who was graduating from Loyola) of New Orleans were that the Boulevards and streets were so very European sometimes! I was genuinely confused sitting in the car...I saw a street, and my brain associated it with a similar street in Uppsala or Stockholm..but with friggin' Palm trees attached!
I have some pics, but can't post them just yet. And Yes, I loved it, and I will go back.
Also, I got married. But don't call me frau. Please.
He wore Jeans, I wore black pants, a purple sweater and sneakers. My mom cried when she heard about it (me wearing sneakers). It took 30 minutes.
We have no rings, but maybe we will soon.
The day after tomorrow I go back to Sweden, to work and kiss/hug my friends, but the marriage means that I can come back to the States and to Colorado, to my Geek in the fall, and continue living here, and look for work properly.
So, there it is. Let's not make too big a thing of it.
One thing puzzles me though...
Some people seem bothered with the lack of romance in an arrangement like this. These people are not necessarily "the marrying kind", they can be perfectly normal "living together in partnership" oriented individuals...but they seem to think that if you do go through with marriage, it should be in a certain way. Just signing a paper makes them worry and question the validity of the feelings etc. I get the comment: "it's not just because of the rules and the bureaucracy, right?"
And I answer: Sure it is! We did it because it is the easiest way to live together in this marriage-glorifying country. I already proved my love by traveling over seas to a less safe society, leaving my home and friends. I don't need to prove anything else. But I need to work.
There is no romance right now, I have no time for it. Bye you all, I'll post in a few days from the other part of the world!
Novelties of Nola that expanded my life experience span:
A tour guide in the French Quarters dropping the comment: Don't encourage her, she's a crazy crack-whore! about a short sleeved elderly, wrinkly lady with a beer in her hand, standing outside a bar. Boy..the whoring in Nola must be good...But even so, I thought it slightly rude.
A Baby shower-lunch in a park. You give mom and dad to be baby-stuff, you compete in question games and scrabble-like exercises with baby themes and get a baby sock or a baby bottle with de-luxe jelly beans as a winner prize.
The super poisonous green monster CATERPILLARS that fall down Kamikaze-style from trees and bushes and BITE YOUR ARM so that it swells up to it's double size. (It's no urban myth, it REALLY happened to a friend of a friend!)
Mimosa is good. Yes. I want to be a Southern Belle, drinking Mimosa all day long. And take enormous siestas in air conditioned environments.
The Mississippi is so far the biggest river I've seen. And My too few impressions (because of a tight schedule, since we were visiting a relative who was graduating from Loyola) of New Orleans were that the Boulevards and streets were so very European sometimes! I was genuinely confused sitting in the car...I saw a street, and my brain associated it with a similar street in Uppsala or Stockholm..but with friggin' Palm trees attached!
I have some pics, but can't post them just yet. And Yes, I loved it, and I will go back.
Also, I got married. But don't call me frau. Please.
He wore Jeans, I wore black pants, a purple sweater and sneakers. My mom cried when she heard about it (me wearing sneakers). It took 30 minutes.
We have no rings, but maybe we will soon.
The day after tomorrow I go back to Sweden, to work and kiss/hug my friends, but the marriage means that I can come back to the States and to Colorado, to my Geek in the fall, and continue living here, and look for work properly.
So, there it is. Let's not make too big a thing of it.
One thing puzzles me though...
Some people seem bothered with the lack of romance in an arrangement like this. These people are not necessarily "the marrying kind", they can be perfectly normal "living together in partnership" oriented individuals...but they seem to think that if you do go through with marriage, it should be in a certain way. Just signing a paper makes them worry and question the validity of the feelings etc. I get the comment: "it's not just because of the rules and the bureaucracy, right?"
And I answer: Sure it is! We did it because it is the easiest way to live together in this marriage-glorifying country. I already proved my love by traveling over seas to a less safe society, leaving my home and friends. I don't need to prove anything else. But I need to work.
There is no romance right now, I have no time for it. Bye you all, I'll post in a few days from the other part of the world!
