Wednesday, March 29, 2006

A Wretch in the Plans

Last night was meant to be the last low key night before the partying began. I am very conscious that I need to take good care of myself leading up to this very important day so I don't want to risk any sort of tiredness and the 3rd day jet lag is always the worst.

I didn't expect our lunch encounter with three funky dudes from the O-dot to actually affect was was meant to be a calm evening.

We had a lovely dinner at D's sister's house, playing and goofing with the kids. It was great to be a part of all that.

What we didn't prepare for was the poision that was about to infect D's parent's house.

We left the dinner party about 7pm, got home just in time for poor D to let the demons unleash.

It was beyond a shadow of a doubt. FOOD POISONING! This was DEFINITELY NOT from the lovely home cooked meal we got from D's family but from the F****N restaurant. His worst nightmare realised.

From 730pm until 1am, the poor soul became one with the bathroom and a bucket.

His parents and I sat by his bed like a vigil, taking turns convincing him to take gravol and imodium, fingers crossed that the last leap to the bathroom would be the last one.

With the party starting tonight, was concerned about his state to actually go and thought that perhaps I would find another transportation mechanism to get there.

He awoke at 10am this morning, groggy and barely audible, only to ask me if I had gotten directions.

Directions? What to the bathroom?

No, to the party.

Now that's dedication. Up all night surrendering your insides to the Gods and the first thing he's worried about is getting me to the party on time.

He's so dreamy. Albeit, a slightly thinner paler dreamy than usual.

After jello, a banana and LOTS of Gatorade, we'll be off to the party around 6:30.

Guessing we won't need to find a DD after all...

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Let the good tears roll...

It's finally hitting home for everyone.

I arrived on Sunday after a long LONG flight (sat on the runway fo 3 hours..oh dear).

D's parents were waiting for us at the airport. The minute we saw them, it was like we'd never been away.

Once we arrived back to their house, I called my mom just to let her know that I made safely.

She doesn't like flying herself and would tend to be a worryer - guess that's where I get it from - so she was going on the assumption that no news is good news.

But the minute she heard my voice, there was a sigh of relief in her giddy hello.

I asked her how she was and immediately, with a lump in her throat, she said she was getting quite a bit emotional. She was taken aback, she said, by all these emotions that began flooding out of her.

Maybe it was my voice, one that she's so used to hearing in a different time zone, now feet planted on the ground in Canada, here specifically for this event our family has been planning for.

It's finally here. I'm finally here. In no way am I suggesting I am THAT key of a component for this event but it's just the fact that being here means it must be close, other wise, what is the girl from Belfast city doing back home?

I said goodbye to my mom, told her she should not stop herself from crying as she often does but embrace it as soon, it would be all over. I also let her know that this is completely normal, although how I know anything about being a mother of a daughter who's getting married I don't know but I know that's what my mom needed to hear and from observational experience, I know it's true.

I got on the horn to my sister - who had just had her last stagette the Saturday night before. She sounded in good form, unlike FBIL (future-brother-in-law) who was completely spent on the couch form his final stag party. I could hear his voice in the background, just barely audible. Oh dear.

She sounded so calm. Content. Happy. Not yet nervous. And so so prepared.

As an event planner myself, there are benefits to planning your own wedding. You are used to the fact that a week before the event, there are some things that you can no longer control and you just have to go with them.

The event planner in C is helping her enjoy these last couple of days, knowing that the few bits and pieces that need to be done can easily be sorted. Can easily be organised. Because there is always a way.

And you might as well enjoy the journey just as much as the destination.


Tomorrow: Family partying begins with my dad's side of the family hosting the big event.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

One Week Today

One week today I will wake up with a mission: A mission to be the calming force amonsgt a sea of giddyness, excitement, nervousness, panic and mania.

One week today I will also focus on one thing: Getting a drink - alcoholic or non - in her hand

One week today I will pray that whatever contraption I've purchased to help squeeze me into that dress will actually work.

One week today I will agonise about what to do with my hair but then realise that I could walk in with a green mohawk and it wouldn't matter - all eyes will be on the girl in the white dress

One week today I will hope that my feet make it up and down the aisle without giving out on me.

One week today our family will grow.

One week today is the beginning of a new generation.

One week today I will have a new brother.

One week today the little sister who I used to boss around in home videos, bicker with on long car trips, borrow clothes off of as teenagers, party my butt off with in Toronto, will walk down an aisle of adorning friends and family in the most kick ass dress, even the temptation of a free one could not stop her from getting it.

One week today, I better remember to pack the tissues and waterproof mascara.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Warning: Cheezy Post Ahead

'Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow' - courtesy of cheesy day calendar with phrases sometimes of significance but most of just cheese.

D and I had our first dentist appointments today in Belfast. We hadn't been in two years so needless to say, I was slightly nervous about the GRAVITY of the mouth situation.

After my yes and no answers, (picture the soup n*zi from Seinfeld) the friendly dentist said, 'Okay, let's have a look in there..'

I opened wide and waiting with bated breath...Hopeful lovely Listerine-smelling breath too..

She started talking about each tooth and its quality. Thank goodness I have been here long enough to know 'sound' is actually another word for good or okay. Sound as a pound.

I was delighted as she said '4..sound..5,6 7, sound...' and so on. There were a few teeth that had other words about them but I can only guess that they were in dentist code speak and was happy that at least 'sound' was used more often than the others.

She cleaned my teeth, me still slightly silent but at least brave enough at this point to mention that I was heading home for my sister's wedding tomorrow (wowee wowee wowee!).

She asked me to spit and as I sat back in the chair I realised it was now the moment of truth.

The x-rays were developed. She look down at them squinty a bit. I looked over at her apprehensively.

She cocked her head towards me, looked up at me and smiled 'Perfect'.

PERFECT??!?!?!?!!? FROM A DENIST??? AN A+++++++++++++++?

I beamed back, in a surprised voice, 'Really??? Great stuff!'

I couldn't help but feel like a grade school kid after a pop quiz.

I waited in the lobby for D until he was finished and we left together. I told him I was so relieved that that was over because I was slightly concerned about the fact we hadn't gone in two years.

'I know, honey', he said. 'That's because you're a worry wart'

I smiled because he is right. I am.

And then arrived in the office to see that it is more important to worry but still go ahead then to not worry at all.


I will be posting leading up to the wedding so this blog will become a bridesmaid-familydrama blog for the next week...

stay tuned and enjoy..

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Blissful Exhaustion

My mind is still in research mode. I am attracted at the moment to anything that involves strategy, planning and over thinking.

I need to get my actual-work-hat back on and stop day dreaming about the blissful three days I spent not only speaking to people about all sorts of facets of our publishing house but also wandering around aisles of books....meeting publishers of titles that I admire....talking to them about how they do things, picking their brains.

A book launch tonight needs my attention..

But I just thought I'd leave you with the Crazy Lady - so inspiring and honest, one you would be a great example to follow if ever faced with her adversity.

And I'm sure she has a kick ass accent that one day I'd love to hear. We could share a bottle or two of that great red wine that she's always on about.

Thursday, March 02, 2006


'Never look down on someone unless you're helping them up'

I have been going through a bit of a demanding stage, a frustrated stage, an annoyed stage, an angry stage, a super-sighing stage, a no-patience stage, a grrrr-in-your-face stage.

This little quote will hopefully help me to remember not to be so hard on other people.

As I used to say, they're somebody's mom/dad/grandma/grandpa/sister/brother.

And then that helps me to breathe.

Anything that does that for me at this point is a bonus


On another more sane note, I'm off to the London Book Fair this weekend and staying at the most unlikiest of hotels.

I am really looking forward to it. There is something about conferences that just really lift my spirits, make me realise it is all worthwhile and that there are other people out there who do care about books just as much as I do.

Hope to be back next week refreshed and ready to go.