I can't really remember what I have been doing. Station is now working in the mornings so I am going to bed early and doing wedding stuff in between.
I finally found a lady to make my dress and Station now has his suit. I am making my own bouquet. {Yikes}. And in the midst of doing such I have been learning the real names of flowers and thinking of just becoming a botanist. This is the first time Station will be hearing about this. He wont like it. I have also found myself with at least 100 cranes crawling around and jumping under my feet while I walk. And anytime there is any scrap paper around you will be sure to find Station handing it to me to make one for the waitress. I have also find myself with more paper and making more cranes because my hands are missing the warmth of moving. Along with little cranes and a paper chain I am on the adventure of putting together the pattern for my dress. I am not even half way and it is taking up nearly all of my floor. And I have already found myself putting it together wrong. It will be a long process. I have all of my centerpieces decided. With little to no cost. {4.50 at D.I.}. Thank goodness for a mother with a love for old medicine bottles.
I am still in the lookout for a job. Maybe. We will find out this Friday. {Yikes Squared}. Which is helping me become more creative with ideas for the wedding decor. As it should be.
I have a fish. I may or may not, whichever the case, have mentioned that. His name is Samson. You know. Like this song. Or. Even this story. Either way. Station said that I am not allowed children if I forget to feed a fish so much. But, in my defense, I was told not to feed him too much because he might eat himself to death. Besides. Fish don't talk as much as children. So I will be fine. Once the time comes.
While on the search for things for the wedding dinner I found a little 45 record of Nat King Cole. Glorious. I haven't tried it yet. Because the record room, in my old home, has been preoccupied. Once we move in to our little place I will be able to play it. Where did I get it? Well at an antique store. I think it is a good thing that I have no job and no home to furnish or I might come home with a little bit of everything. None-the-less I don't find anything wrong with just walking around partaking of the beauty.
Last of all Station and I went over to Sandy to meet up with his grandpa to go to the auto expo. As soon as we walk in Station goes over to a car and jumps in. I was sure that he was doing something that wasn't okay so I just stood there. I began walking away slowly, hoping he would stop that sort of business. Then some pre-pubesant boy hopped in to the driver's seat that Station was in and I realized that it was okay to just go into any of the cars. Naturally, just doing what was allowed wasn't enough so he made sure to turn on the hazard lights of the cars leaving the salesmen scrambling around turning off all the flashing lights. He was also forbidden to even try the horn since my heart stops every time his hand goes near it. Other than that it was fun and cool to see all of the fancy shmancy cars that people wish they could drive. And it was interesting to see the gaggle of men circle around with their iphones taking pictures of the "new design". Station, in turn, took pictures of the regular cars while puffing out his chest to show superiority over the others.
{Samson in his new home thanks to Station}
{high quality pictures for a high quality record}
{a gift that Station will always regret giving}
{The disaster}
