she said ballcock

Hark and hallelujah, my second-favorite season of the year has arrived. Summer still holds the number one position, but the close second is upon us now, and I am LOVING it.

FOOTBALL SEASON! It doesn't get any better than this. If I plan well, on game days I could see up to 13 hours of pure, uninterrupted GSD time. GSD = Get Sh*t DONE! Furniture need rearranging? Books need reconsidering? Cute clothes need acquiring? Eight hundred loads of laundry need washing? Photos need framing? Wait till the Warriors t-shirt is pulled over the head, the fiance out the door, and it's on.

S. is always amused/puzzled by the GSD phenomenon. "Can't you get stuff done while I'm here? And don't you want me to help?" Yes (and no) ... and no (and yes). I can get it done, but I like to do things in a way that would just drive him nuts. I like to start five things at once and do them all at my own pace, accomodating for snacks, boredom busters, attention span deficit, etc. Besides, when S. is around, I just want to hang out with him. As for the second question, no, for many things I don't want him to help because I just want to do it my way, but yes, there are other things I'd love for him to help me with. Such as replacing the ballcock and flapper for the toilet, trimming the animals' nails, etc. And these things of his can be done on my "game days" - aka the days I go over to my parents' house.

Anyway, this is what I did yesterday and today. I definitely would not have wanted help - not with the tonnage of laundry, not with the folding and hanging, not with the organization of the whole mess of clothes. Too bad both of us loathe and despise ironing; that's one area I'd readily accept help with. Most often I just wear everything with creases and wrinkles :P.

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Had dinner with Bon (my matron of honor) and her husband Kenny last night. I love Bon, whom I've known for 18 years now (holy. crap.), and I love them as a couple. They have been married for four or five years now, and I believe they're in it for the long, long, long haul. For one thing, she's staunchly Catholic. She has none of the problems I do with the church; she believes with all her heart and soul, and behaves according to her catechistic upbringing. She does not, however, chastise others who do not hold the same beliefs or behave the same way (which is why she can love her non-Catholic husband as devotedly as she does, and be such a great friend to me, her skeptical Catholic friend). And another thing: they're Chinese. In the face of any difference, the astronomical cost of divorce alone would have them reunited in two seconds.

Anyway, the rest of this belongs in my wedding blog, so ... someday I'll get around to updating that, and the booky, and the candy ... well ... yeh, someday.