my last blog post as a bachelor

… after a week filled with “last ____ as a single man”, it’s time to add “last blog past as a single man” to the list. i don’t anticipate blogging anything in between now (wedding rehearsal) and tomorrow (wedding day!), so here it is.

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deep and provocative, i know.

i’m pretty exhausted; we’d had a busy week of packing up the kitchen and living room in preparation for our kitchen remodel and (minor) living room remodel (we’re adding recessed lights to the living room and doing some drywall repair on one wall). we got our marriage license yesterday (the county of Alameda apparently sees no reason why Wendy and I should not be wed - though they did for some reason insist on putting “England” as my place of birth instead of “United Kingdom” because (and I quote literally): “people might abbreviate United Kingdom as UK, and UK is not a state in the US.”)

we’ve packed up our bags (mostly) for our honeymoon, practiced our first dance enough times that we’re now sick of it, and i’ve been working on my vows, while checking the weather report for Saturday about every hour or so.

okay, i’m heading out. it’s off to my rehearsal. this will be the last time i leave my house as a bachelor. the next time i come back, i’ll be married. weird.

2 comments May 4th, 2007

priorities

i’m getting married in 10 days…

… so why is it that all my thoughts are instead consumed with SCM Migration, the Sun internal misconceptions of the Solaris/OpenSolaris relationship (which i need to blog about), and the Community/Project reclassification/reorganisation proposal I’m trying to guide … ?

sigh. i love my job, i love my work - but jeez, i think i need a break.

we went to meet with our DJ tonight, and one of the songs that we’ve requested he play is Queen & David Bowie’s “Under Pressure”, a song i swear i can hear softly playing as my background music every waking hour this past week.

10 days.

4 comments April 25th, 2007

marsh-ed?

i’ve always wondered where the origin of the word swamped came from (as in “i’m so swamped with work”). why not marshed? i notice swamped does share some commonality with bogged, as in “i’m bogged down”.

but anyway, i digress.

i’m swamped, bogged, marshed, whatever…

the SCM Migration Project is predictably going slower than we planned. on the plus side, i’m seeing lots of interest from other engineers - but we haven’t been getting the internal resources we’d hoped for, so for now it’s primarily me, richlowe, and kupfer plowing ahead. we’ve picked up a couple guys from ERI that should help.

of course, the other major thing on my plate at the moment is my very-very-upcoming wedding (18 days!!!), so my days are oft filled with wedding errands and such.

so of course, with all this stuff going on in our lives… wendy and i thought it would be best to …. remodel our kitchen. a combination of a decent tax refund, and the realisation that the one-month estimate to remodel our kitchen (during which our house would be a disaster) coincided nicely with the one month of time we would be taking for our honeymoon and vacation. so now we’re rushing about trying to secure contractors, and get permits in the two weeks before we leave.

i feel like our lives our pure chaos right now. on the one hand, it’s hectic, crazy, and i’m getting crappy anxiety-ridden nights of sleep. but on the other hand, i’m really starting to appreciate the small quiet moments… like the 8 minutes i took after the electrician left today during which i just laid out on the sofa/futon with one beagle slumped across my feet and the other splayed out next to me resting her head on my chest. within 45 seconds, both were snoring. those 7 minutes and 15 seconds of blissful peace (i won’t say quiet, since they were filled with the snores of two hound dogs) and doing nothing but vegging felt great.

2 comments April 17th, 2007

sweethearts at the bar

Wendy and I made a first pass at trying to plan the seating arrangements for our wedding last night…. on the whole, I think it turned out okay.

One problem is that our tables seat 10… and trying to accommodate all the necessary family relatives (”that have to be there”) at the head table brings us up to 12 people at the head table.

My solution was to break Wendy and I off into a sweetheart table (one of those small side tables that only seats 2)

Wendy pointed out we might not have room for a sweetheart table.

My proposal was then for the two of us to just sit at the bar.

1 comment March 23rd, 2007