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Tonight in poetry class my group (persona/voice) presented our information and poems. Along with this we were to come up with an in class writing assignment. One of our poems was an obituary that used a household object as a metaphor throughout. I printed out about 20 obituaries. I read through many of them and tried to pick and choose ones that would give my classmates something to write about. As I passed them out and they were talked about, I had this weird and sweet attachment to the people.
Here is the in-class writing I did. I’m not great at writing on my toes but I liked this a bit. My house hold object was scrabble letters.
My life was the letters of scrabble
jumbled in incoherent fumblings that
I mumbled while leaning against
the brick wall out the back of
BBQ Heaven, where I sweated for
35 years, since I was 21 when
my life seemed like I could
take those tiny tiles with double digits
and place them just so on triple
score squares,
The board got
shook and the tiles went flying
into women, into grease into that
high that knew how to get us by.Mama expected us in church on Sunday singing, “Ill fly away”"
Oh Lordie, let me fly away.
Over Thanksgiving break, Joshua and I did lots of wedding shopping. We first tried to narrow some dates down. Once we did that we checked with a few halls to get an idea of the dates they were open. We called the church office and went over to find out dates our church, St. Sebastian would be open. The priest we’ve chosen is Father Gene. Way back, last fall, over a year ago when I first went to Ohio, the priest for the mass on Sunday was Father Gene. I said to Joshua, directly after mass that that was the priest I’d want to officiate our wedding. I think it’s something about his voice or just how sweet he is. He went over things with us and congratulated us and what not. On Saturday we checked out one more hall but decided on one his brother used in July.
Our date is: October 1st, 2011. We chose this date for several reasons. It gives us enough time to accumulate money to pay for all of the things we’d like to do. We don’t want to start out being in debt because of our wedding. We both love October–our favorite season/time of year. It’s less busy than every other month–for us, our family and friends.
I’ve also chosen a my side of the wedding party.
Matron (she’ll be married by then) of Honor: Kayleigh Wilson
Bridesmaids: Jessica Ross, Bridget Schmackers, Stephanie Schmackers, Erica Schmackers and Jenny Young.
The ring bearer will be: Maximus Ross (Joshua’s nephew/godson/Jessica’s son).
The flower girl situation is under review. I have three nieces but I’m not sure the youngest one will stay focused enough to do it. They other two would like to be in the wedding and they may be junior bridesmaids.
I’ve picked out the color purple (plum) which can be see here (top middle&right dress): click me!
Photographers are under review at the moment. The next steps will be wedding dress shopping (I’ve looked at a ton online) and picking out my wedding ring and his band. I’ve researched a tad about honeymoons but haven’t made any real strides in that area.
This process has been virtually stress free. I checked a few books out and bought a wedding planner and they all give a ton of advice. At the top of the lists: plan early, stay organized and don’t stress out. I’ve done all of these things and I do think it’s made the start of this journey much less painful than it can be. One thing I have noticed is: everyone has an opinion, about everything. I think we’ve done a good job of listening and considering everything people say but we’ve been able to make our own decisions because of what we want. The truth is, Joshua and I are fairly laid back about things. We don’t have a huge vision of what we want, we’re just taking it a step at a time. He’s been supportive, made calls and wants to be involved–I knew he would be.
This next year will pass before my very eyes, the wedding will be over and things will become relatively quiet…you know until the babies 
.
I unfortnately failed my blogging for a month total goal. However, I feel like I’ve created a habit of blogging more. Let’s hope I can stick to it. I have an upcoming blog about my journey on the North Star at Conner Prairie, so look out for that. For now, here are the remainding questions from my Harry Potter blogging.
Was there a scene in the books that wasn’t in the movies, but you wish it was?
In the 6th movie/book, I would’ve liked to have seen the final battle scene. I understand why the filmmakers kept it out (because there is also one in the 7th), but I think it would have created a better ending for the 6th movie because it felt lackluster. There was some quidditch portions missing along the way too that I would’ve liked to see.
What magical job would you want after Hogwarts?
I would like to be auror.
Top 3 favorite chapters
That’s tough, I must actually use my brain to think about this. I love chapters that have Christmas scenes in them. I think it’s in the first or second book during the holidays that the Weasleys and Harry are at the castle over break and have a ferocious snowball fight outside. The come inside, have a Christmas dinner and mug of hot chocolate. I don’t know why but that part always makes me warm. I also love the chapter in the seventh book when Harry walks into the forest at the end. I’m blanking on a third favorite.
Favorite magical treat
Butterbeer!
What would your Animagus form be?
I think like Sirius, I would be a dog.
How has Harry Potter affected you/your life?
It has given me countless hours of warmth. When I was younger, I was completely immersed in the books. I reread the first book so many times before I got the second and third for Christmas. I got the fourth after a minor surgery that kept me on the couch for a week. I’ve lied to get out of hanging with friends to go finish the sixth book. I don’t know exactly what it is that keeps me captured about the books and I know a lot of people don’t understand or think it’s silly. But it’s been so much apart of my reading and fantasy life for over 10 years. I don’t think any other book series will ever take me away as Harry has.
Today, friendship is on my mind. It came about after my friend Sylva posted a photo of us as her profile picture. For those of you who don’t know Sylva, she and I went to the same church (her dad was our wonderful pastor) and continued being friends even when time and distance separated us. Things were always different with Sylva (and Bry for that matter)–I don’t know how to really explain it, just a different emotional experience. Things were quieter with them, more romantic or more beautiful. I think there is a word that doesn’t exist to explain what it’s like with them.
This photo she posted was from a day when she, Bry and I (Bry is my friend that died of cancer in June) celebrated Thanksgiving/autumn one year. We made foods, we played in the leaves, we went on a walk to the truck with the tree growing through it’s hood.
I started thinking about Bry and how I totally lacked in our friendship in the last year of his life. While, I’ve come to terms with this, it doesn’t cause any less ache in my heart. I failed him, seemingly.
So, I’m left wondering how I’m failing other relationships (if I am, I’m not entirely sure). I guess I don’t know how to be what I’m suppose to be. In Bry’s case, it was much more simple, I needed to be there and I wasn’t.
I was thinking today about how a few years ago, the group of friends I had here did a lot of activities together–Thanksgiving dinner, geocaching, general hangingoutness. Much of that is gone for various reasons–romantic relationships, friendships have broken apart, hurt feelings, etc. I spend the majority of my time with Joshua or the Wilsons. I see gRegor occasionally but I’m often swamped with homework or work (which will change soon).
I don’t know if I’m necessarily trying to reach out to form stronger bonds, but rather, I’m just commenting on how time changes so many things. How time can set up so much distance between people that when you pass them on your way to class they’re virtually a stranger when only a few years ago they were your shoulder and you theirs. I don’t want to lose so much touch with someone that this happens. There are cases when going separate ways are what’s best, but for the most part this scares me.
Like Eric Matthews from Boy Meets World once said,
After seeing the seventh movie, I’m tempted to say Harry and Hermione. I keep listening to the song they danced to (click me) and it has such an emotional pull on my heart and I’m not really sure where the pulling is coming from. I love their friendship’s closeness. It reminds me of Andy and I, what we had in high school and how it was nearly completely platonic (I think we both considered things, but it never went anywhere). I think the song and the scene makes me miss having such a close friendship such as theirs and such as Andy and I’s. Now, we’re both engaged and never speak. That’s all beside the point. They were also very close in the 6th book. I guess that’s all I really have to say, so I this post is melancholy.
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