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March 24th, 2009
12:44 am
When Key and I bought the house, I had no idea how much stuff we'd need to fill the damn thing. I've spent the last month filling the house with stuff, but half the rooms still echo when anyone walks through them. Do you know how many freaking curtains are needed to cover all the windows in the house? Then the color-coordinating the curtains to the bed sheets, which apparently has to be done. This house stuff is all overrated, but at least I've enlisted the help from my mom, the interior designer.
Ever since I married Key, she's been upset with me for refusing to force Key into taking my last name. Mom feels as if a tradition that has been passed down since eighty years ago is being broken with one rash decision. Some families pass down old chicken noodle soup recipes, others force the men into taking the woman's last name. I never wanted to get married, so I never thought about the tradition. Only now have I realized how strange it is that my dad willingly took my mom's last name. My granddad, too.
Anyway, so Mom's coming over tomorrow to see what damage I've done to the house. There are very few things that yours truly cannot do, and I fully admit that decorating is one of them. Killing a man with my pinkie, however, is not.
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January 21st, 2009
06:54 pm
Most people receive blenders for their wedding and I received condoms. What the hell is going on?
I didn't know that finding a piece of real estate could cause so many headaches. Did you know that there are dozens of houses for sale in Innovo? Yeah, I didn't either. At the end of January, I told the owner of my apartment complex that I'm leaving at the end of February, which means I only have a few weeks to find a house. For anyone who cares, I am now Mrs. Issacs, but I don't feel like Mrs. anyone. I go to work like normal and then I go to my apartment. The only thing different is that I haven't been going out as much as I usually do. There doesn't seem much of a point in going to clubs and bars anymore. Well, except that one night when I met Key at the club. Heh...I'll never look at that wall the same way again.
The only thing that has changed is my mother's anger level. For generations, the Gamba women have been strong rulers and by taking my new husband's name, my mom feels like I'm single handedly killing our entire tradition and culture. Mom never acted this was with Yon, but then Mom also never expected that I'd be getting married. Ever.
It's not as if I'm going to remain an Issacs forever. As soon as the pest is born, I'm free again.
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December 13th, 2008
December 9th, 2008
10:12 am
For most of my fellow "keepers of the peace", the reactions people have to the Fruitful Law are a cause of worry and concern. After all, officers are being abused, threatened, and getting headaches left and right. While I agree that some people are out of line at the demonstrations (after all, we didn't create the laws and several officers are being forced into arranged marriages, as well), there are a few encounters that leave me very amused.
To whoever poured a coffee on Officer James Connery:
I haven't laughed that hard in weeks. God, his expression was priceless. Now, I don't support disrespecting cops, as I like things to go as peacefully as possible, yeah, right but that was freaking hilarious. You know, you couldn't have picked the worst cop to do that to. He doesn't have a sense of humor, and he's one of those prissy guys who spends more time on his hair than I do. Yeah, he'll probably kill me after reading this, but I couldn't pass the opportunity to commend whoever it was on a good show. He's still bitching about it right now.
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November 13th, 2008
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