It’s Not All Mary Poppins

From my Inbox

From: Darcy’s* mom (a tall, willowy and athetic woman)
To: MaryP
Sent: Monday, May 28, 2007 8:55:28 AM
Subject: RE: wedding pic

Wonderful pics – beautiful day!

Congratulations again.

Funny post-wedding story …

Home in the afternoon after the wedding, Darcy sitting on my lap as we chat. He is playing with the neckline of my t-shirt as we talk. He starts to pull the shirt away from me and is quite obviously looking for …. something – all the while carrying on a conversation. Finally, I ask,

“Honey, what are you doing”?.

“Looking for your crack, Mommy, Mary has one.”

1. He is displaying early signed of being a rather red-blooded male.
2. He can look for a long time, but this Mommy does not have a ‘crack’.

Ah, Darcy! How I miss him!

*For those of you new to this blog, Darcy is a former client, and a total sweetie. I love him to bits.

June 1, 2007 Posted by | the cuteness!, the things they say!, wedding | 7 Comments

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Today’s the Day!

By four this afternoon, I will be Officially married. Thanks to all you who gave your congratulations a day early – it’s just that this Monday is a holiday up here!

My laptop is dying!! Must go!!!

May 21, 2007 Posted by | wedding | 21 Comments


Emma, looking at the family calendar on the fridge: “Oh, wow! It’s less than a week!”

Me: “I know. Monday already. Kind of startling, isn’t it?”

Emma: “What? Oh, not the wedding, mom. The season finale of House!


May 17, 2007 Posted by | my kids, wedding | 5 Comments

Plan B Comes Through!

You know how I said we had an officiant for the ceremony?

Welllll…. we had one booked a month ago, but I really didn’t much like him. We paid him his deposit, but we kept looking. Stephen discovered that a colleague of his works for a marriage service place, and tried to get hold of her. This proved to be harder than we expected (good reasons for that, as it turned out, but we couldn’t know that at the time). The weeks went by, the day came closer, and we were thinking that we were going to have to go with the dud guy, and I was being sensible about it – I wasn’t looking to make him my best friend; he just had to come and do the job – but it was oppressing me. I wanted someone who’d be into the spirit of the thing. I wanted someone to rejoice with us.

Today – finally! – we meet the woman we’d been trying to meet with for three weeks. (The convoluted explanation of why it took three weeks to connect, and why it was absolutely right that we connected now and not earlier, would fill another post.) Tonight we met.

And she is WONDERFUL.

I am sooooo relieved.

Let us compare the two:

Dud: Gave us 30 minutes
Wonderwoman: Gave us 90

Dud: Did not ask a single question. TOLD us how it would be.
WW: Presented us with an outline, but asked at every point for input.

Dud: Was rude to Stephen; interrupted him constantly. It was clear he was to talk and we were to listen. Though, oddly, he never interrupted me.
WW: Listened with respect to both of us.

Dud: Gave us an outline (carved in stone) — with someone else’s names in it! (Not even blanks. No, Bambi and Rocky throughout.)
WW: Had an outline obviously tailored to us (with OUR names in it) based on the phone conversation she’d had with Stephen.

Dud: Had really, really bad teeth and hair.
WW: Tall, slim, blond, with great teeth. In fact, for those who prefer willowy blonds to curvy brunettes, she has me in the shade.

Dud: No creativity at all. He had his script for the event. End of story.
WW: Thought of ways we might include our children; thought of a neat ritual to put in, when Stephen commented on the complete lack of religion in the ceremony; thought of a great way to work in the two readings we brought to her; compromised with us about other ideas – the whole hour was an exercise in negotiated creativity. It was heaven.

This woman was a cantor in her synagogue for ten years. She has a demanding, intelligent career. She played the flute for some years in the symphony. She sings opera. She volunteers as a singer in old folks homes. And she does marriages. She’s way cool, good-looking, intelligent, vibrant, and fun.

If things don’t work out with Stephen and me, I may just have to marry her.

May 16, 2007 Posted by | wedding | 10 Comments

Time’s a-wastin’

I am getting married in a week. In seven days, three hours and eleven minutes. Roughly.

Am I excited? Yes! No. Yes! Um, well. Yes, yes, yes, I am! (A little frazzled, when I stop to think about details, but overall, excited! YEAH!)

Am I ready? Well…

We have the reverend.
We have the license.
We have the venue.
We have food.
We have music.
We have our witnesses: our oldest children. There will be no other wedding party.
I have a dress.
Adam has a new suit (his very first!!) and dress shoes (his very first!!) He looks like a MAN.
Emma has a new dress and matching shoes. (She looks like a WOMAN. Which, given she’s only 13, is a little more unnerving than Adam’s 18-year-old manliness…)
Stephen’s heap o’offspring is all set, I think, once Middle Girl was assured that yes, she can wear pants.
Haley arrives on Thursday!
We have decorations, though they need a bit more work.
The reply cards have all returned. I had to phone a few people, but now I know.
No worries about flowers – we’re not having any.
Will there be a cake? Not sure. (Can I get one with a week’s notice? Do I care?)

Which sounds reasonably comprehensive, right? That’s a wedding, pretty much, right? Right?

Before the wedding I need to:
Confirm numbers with the food people.
Pay food people.
Sort out the readings. Probably Shakespeare’s CXVI sonnet. Everybody uses 1 Cor. 13, but if not that, what? NOT Kahlil Gibran, thanks.
Look into possibility of cake. Maybe.
Arrange to get 40 balloons filled with helium. On a stat holiday. Oops.
Sort out decorations.
Talk to the minister again. (Do we need a rehearsal for an 8-minute ceremony?)
Get my hair done.
Get the kids’ hair done?
Emma and I plan to have our eyebrows waxed. Ooo, girly bonding.
Make sure Stephen’s shirt and my dress don’t clash.
Lose 12 pounds.

Simple enough, right?

May 14, 2007 Posted by | wedding | 27 Comments

What Kind of Soul are You?

It’s Good Friday, and I’m off work till Tuesday. (!!!) Some blog fluff for your amusement:

You Are an Old Soul

You are an experienced soul who appreciates tradition. (yup)
Mellow and wise, you like to be with others but also to be alone. (yup)
Down to earth, you are sensible and impatient. (yup)
A creature of habit, it takes you a while to warm up to new people. (no)

You hate injustice, and you’re very protective of family and friends (mostly)
A bit demanding, you expect proper behavior from others. (depends on how you define ‘proper’!)
Extremely independent you don’t mind living or being alone. (yup)
But when you find love, you tend to want marriage right away.*

Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

*Hmmm… Choke, snort, gasp…

April 6, 2007 Posted by | memes and quizzes, wedding | 10 Comments

I’m Getting Married in the…


A mere ten years after the proposal, I have finally accepted. Doesn’t do to rush these things. Which is why we’re getting married in…May. In about ten weeks.

Do not expect… pew ribbons, bouquets, corsages, boutonnieres, favours, bows, banners, flower girls, basket of rose petals, ring bearers, ring pillow, exotic honeymoon, cathedral wedding, big white dress, veil, train, tuxedos, aisle runner, an aisle, rice, confetti, bubbles, silk, satin, cummerbunds, white linen tablecloths, printed napkins, crystal, master of ceremonies, father of the bride, groomsmen, bridesmaids, matching dresses, matching shoes, spaghetti straps, first dance, garter, bouquet-throwing, reception hall, mother-of-the-bride dress, champagne, “Cherish”, save the date cards, organ music, gift registry, crystal patterns, china patterns, flatware patterns, any patterns at all, programs, place cards, videographer, limousine, heart-shaped mirrors, heart-sprinkled napkins, heart-monogrammed invitations, in fact, no hearts at all, newspaper announcement (I have a blog!), engagement party, mother-son or father-daughter dance, unity candles, kneeling bench, altar arrangements (nor altar)….Nor any of the other gazillion non-essential ‘essentials’.

There may be a cake. Possibly a rehearsal dinner.

There will be invitations (without a save the date card, and no seals on it, thanks to my graphic designer sis-in-law), and a guest book (but no fake-feather pen), a bartender (hello, Hope!), and photographer (Heya, brother-in-law!), and live music (Sheila, John, Tom), and an officiant (as yet unbooked), and rings (which we’ve been wearing for ten years now).

There will definitely be family, friends, food, drink, laughter, sincerity, faith and love.

Happy Wedding to me us.

March 16, 2007 Posted by | commemoration, individuality, wedding | 43 Comments