Archives for March 2006

I just really, really, really like saying "my godson." I am astonished at how many times I’ve already talked about how proud I am of my godson, how perfect he is, how he, at three days old, looks like he’s thinking at at LEAST a seven-day-old level.

I mean, really. With a fiddle-accordian-playing song-writing sailor for a mother, and godmothers like us, he’ll get his first tattoo by twelve. And it’ll be a GOOD one, too. We did offer to try some designs out last night with a Sharpie, but Joni just shook her head in what was probably exhaustion, but what we took as mild encouragement.

And at the risk of sending our mothers into joint tailspins of grandmotherly dreams, I have to share this picture of my godson and my girl.

Whoreshoe Joni has been very, very pregnant for a very, very long time. She’s been cute as hell and sexy as anything, too. She always has this hot stage presence that drives all the boys CRAZY, and that isn’t diminished by pregnancy. She kicks her boots, and her shirt doesn’t cover her belly, and the boys go crazier. I made her that sweater because she was pregnant and living on a boat, seen here (the sweater, not the boat):

I made her a wee matchy one for the baby, and she tried it on her belly for size the other night. It seemed to fit. (Made it up as I went along, sorry no notes — I tried to make it so that it would fit an 8 month old, so he can wear it this next winter…..)

    Horseshoe cable for the son of a whoreshoe.

    Anchor buttons for the son of a sailor

And the big news is that the baby is here! Dylan Allan. Hello, Dylan Allan! You’re very welcome. Lala went over to Joni’s house yesterday for hours and hours and hours and she was there for the birth! Can you imagine? She was one of the very first people to see him, ever. That’s cool. And guess what? We’re going to be godmothers! Fairy godmother Rachael. I like the sound of that.

In other news, unpacking continues. I lost Lala two days ago when she accidentally barricaded herself into her room while unpacking. I had to get in to help her move her couch and I had climb OVER that stuff in the door. I felt rather limber, doing it. I didn’t break anything, so that was good.

The animals are adjusting just fine.

Pardon the poor colors — the wall is green tea, not horrible teal-whatever-that-is, but the point is: The yarn room is unpacked! I have a writing space! I have a place where I can start addressing the wedding invites that should have gone out two weeks ago. Yipes. I have a floor again!

Home.

And THAT’S how I feel about THAT.

Good god. It’s March 1st, and I promised I wouldn’t worry about planning the wedding in great detail until today, giving myself a month to pull together both the wedding here, and the actual marriage in Vancouver. (Please, please don’t ask about the dress. Just don’t. Please. Must get that back out SOON.)

So now I need help. Anyone know anything about doing Vancouver on the cheap? We need a nice(ish) place to stay that’s not expensive.

Also, anyone been married there? I’m working on the wedding commissioner and witnesses now, but I’m still stumped over where people have the ceremony. Outside? In April? Hijack a park? Or does one go to City Hall? Anyone? Ask your gay Vancouverite friends, wouldja?

(This is such a specific question, and I just know that I’m going to be astonished by the answer. I know I’ve said it before, but having this blog is like having access to this vast pool of knowledge. Truly amazing.