brightbluegirl

Hoo baby.

It has been a productive morning. My "finished" testscript is done and in to my technical lead for a review. 4 days ahead of schedule (OF COURSE - not that you'd know it to hear me talk about how unmotivated I am most days). It's been a productive week, actually. One that I'm happy with, not just one that looks good on paper.

This afternoon I'm moving on to my next task, which will be simple. I'm also preparing to move to the Burnaby office (YAAAY!) As the day after I get back from Ontario, I start there. Suuuuh-WEEEEET. I'll be adding an hour to my non-work day! 45 minutes each way instead of an hour and a quarter. So I'll be getting home at 5:15 regularly instead of 6:15.

Booyah.

So it's an ok day. I'm here at work with my travelling clothes on (look at me! I'm a normal, respectable middle-class white person!), and my packed bags under my desk. At 5:45pm, Andrew will meet me, we'll go to dinner, then to the airport.

The only bad thing about this is I haven't been able to get ahold of Justyna. I was supposed to stay at her place friday morning for a few hours, but I can't confirm with her. So I'm scrambling to get another place to stay. I'm waiting to hear from Cam, who will hopefully let me sleep on his couch or something for a few hours before we do lunch.

I guess, worst case scenario, I won't sleep. That's a REALLY bad scenario, though. I know me when I'm tired. I'm a bitch.

AND I found out that my tattooist booked me for 4 hours instead of 3. SWEET! (Hmmm - Usually I'd say that I can sleep on the table while he's working - I've done it - but Cam and Suzanne will be there to chat with me. So that won't work.) I have his (very tasty) cookies made and packed.

We both slept well last night. We went to bed early, and planned to get up late, and he took some cough syrup, and didn't cough through the night!!! W00t! He was very proud of himself and demanded a kiss when we woke up. :P So he's getting better, and we were able to sleep, so I felt very good on waking. Sure, I've still got a bit of a wierd throat, and a bit of a cough, but I don't feel unhealthy otherwise.

Bring on the weekend!!! (but please oh please, PLEASE find me a place to sleep for 3 or so hours Friday morning)

I'm already getting surprising reactions from family about being betrothed.

My mother sent me an email to say that she cried for days after finding out (?), not because it was a bad thing, said she, but in fact because I'm her first child getting married. Er... ok. It didn't make sense, but if it comes down to the fact that she's happy, that's cool.

The day I told her, I had an unheated argument with her (already!!) about what I want for a ceremony. When I told her I didn't want anyone "in charge" like a JoP or priest or anything, that it was going to be a ceremony officiated and created by us, she said "but don't you want to be blessed??" which broke down basically into "It's important that you recognize the universal spirit and petition it for good health/happiness/luck so it doesn't get mad at you!" (Which goes a lot against what I believe, particularly since I believe we are all part of god/buddha/allah/whoever *and* we are all the entirety of god/buddha/allah/whoever, so we will be surrounded by and filled with our own love and blessings, and that fits the bill for me).

Andrew told his Grandparents last night (in the complete opposite of my family, his parents told no-one about our betrothal, so it's all up to him - poor bhunny), and his Grandmother said something to me about "Some people may not think you're right for each other, but as long as you do, that's all that matters" - to which my first thought was "WHO SAYS WE'RE NOT RIGHT FOR EACH OTHER???" But which, of course, may not have anything to do with someone actually saying something, it could have just been a little nugget of wisdom.

I'm hungry. Turnip and an orange and a kiwi-fruit do not a lunch make. I'm off to find something cheap and yummy!