Beautiful

I really wanted to play with a picture Jen posted on her Blog that I thought was very touching. I only used the reflection in the background. I hope you don't mind Jen.

Trapped in Purgatory

Actually, this is not a post about High Prairie, though the title would work. Scratch that. Purgatory is the Catholic dreaded waiting period/place between Heaven and Hell. Sort of like The Green Room of the Afterlife. High Prairie is that place in between Hell and Nowhere.

I HAVE A HAD A HORRIBLE WEEK!!! It's better now and I can Blog about it. A few days ago I was so angry I would have surely written myself a one-way ticket to Hell via Blasphemy.
In a nutshell: After almost a year of preparation, the Catholic Church informs me (when I called them to double-check something) that they cannot perform our marriage due to a technicality and everyone forgot to tell us. Boy, am I glad I'm obsessive-compulsive and didn't wait until a week before the wedding to call. Like I was SUPPOSED to do!
Let me just clarify that I refuse to get married by a Justice of the Peace but am open to other churches, within reason. The other churches all require relationship counselling because it is a slightly different program than the Catholics use. Let me just say that if I tried to get Ken to go through that again, there wouldn't be a wedding to worry about.
Some of the other things I've heard this week:
1. You can't get married by the United Church, they support abortion. Get married by a JP instead. (What do they support I wonder?)
2. You can get married by the United Church, they'll marry anyone. Even gays.
3. You can get married by the United Church, they'll marry anyone. Even homos.
4. Make sure after you get married, Ken gets an annullment and you can have it blessed by the Catholic church and made REAL.
5. Just postpone the wedding! * As I explained the $$ already put down in advance to caterers, florists, etc, I was told I should have got insurance. sigh
6. Sorry, our Church is closed for the Christmas holiday. (insert sound of my head imploding here)
7. I think that day is a stat. (Since when does God have a union??)

Need I say more? I could go on and on with specifics but I feel my head may explode. A very nice retired Anglican Minister has agreed to help us without making us jump through all the hoops. He is familliar with all of the Catholic requirements and also feels bad that they ALMOST RUINED OUR WEDDING! (sorry)
There are of still a bunch of pain-in-the-butt things that need to be done again, documents located and faxed, etc. So far it's good but my nerves are a little frayed and, due to a couple of variables, I'm hoping another distaster will not strike.
A month ago my Dad said, "No matter how hard you work and how much planning you do, something always goes wrong before the wedding." Here I was worrying I wouldn't be able to find any extra-long candycanes for the tables!

Of course you realize all of the invitations and maps have the wrong address on them now.....

Awww, We're Growing Up... or something

Upon arriving in Vernon the other night Ken was excited to spot a new RONA store. We cruised down main street and the highlight of the mainard was the discovery of a brand new home furnishings store. Wheee! We've reached that point in our lives where we are trying to figure out exactly what it is we want to achieve in life and how exactly we should go about doing it. Like two drunken monkeys searching for the last magical banana. At NASCAR. On ice. It's really a work in progress.
Two ideas we've been kicking around are a small business or something in marketing. I've always loved the thought of being a bigwig ad exec like Steve Martin in 90% of his movies. The business could be tourism related, perhaps in B.C. The only problem is all those damn tourists. If it were to be in High Prairie it would probably have to be something like an ongoing garage sale for anyone to be interested. What else does everyone like? Smelling a brainstorm.... Aha! Sex! We'll open a second hand sex shop! I've already got the perfect name. Come Again. Hmmm, maybe I will pursue a career in advertising! I'm positive we'd be making money hand over fist.