I’m not going to comment much on the Oakland thing, but what I do say is going to be fairly to the point:
Were I in charge, a fuel-air explosive would have been detonated over any rally or vigil held in “honor” of the man that murdered four police officers. I’m all for free speech and all, but it only applies to people, and anything holding that piece of trash up as anything more than the worthless ball of evil he was isn’t a human being.
For whatever reason, the state of Mississippi deems it necessary to undergo a blood test for syphilis before they allow you to get married. So the Bendy One and I went through this process today, and we’ll be picking up the results next week and applying for the license. It’s a strange system for something that is so common:
1. Get the blood test. You then have 30 days to apply for the license, minus the time for the results.
2. Go apply for the license. There is a waiting period of three days after this, yet no waiting period for a hand gun. I find this hilarious, and fitting.
3. Pick up the license and find someone to marry you. At this point you have an apparently indefinite period of time to use the license.
I’m still unsure of the syphilis test — I’m fairly certain if one of us had syphilis, we’d both be rather aware of it by this point. Also, I’m not sure why that is the one thing they test for. No herpes, hepatitis, HIV, Green Party Membership, nada. They just check you for syphilis.
It’s like hey, my name isn’t Capone.
I mentioned the other day that Bendy closed on a house. It was a long, drawn out process — she and the former owners agreed to terms on February 9th. The closing took place on March 20th — the sixth scheduled closing. This was through no fault of her own, the original owners, or either party’s real estate agent. It all came down to the bank (Wells Fargo, the cause for the third, fourth, and fifth delays), a lawyer (the cause for the second), and one dumb asshole in Jackson, MS (the cause for the first). I’ll detail the last in a further posting, but first, the Wells Fargo mistakes.
The third and fourth delay were because they had a problem where everyone there was too stupid to use a fax machine. The fifth delay came about because one of their employees didn’t key something into a computer for over a week. Everyone was inconvenienced except for Wells Fargo by these mistakes. Even the lawyer that did the closing remarked that “These people are stupid.”
Moving was something of a bitch, too. U-Haul’s “one bedroom apartment” estimation for which truck size we should get was wrong. It took three trips with the U-Haul — though admittedly, we didn’t stack the furniture like some sort of deformed 3D Tetris each time. We were careful with some of it, and rightfully so. It then took a few trips in her mini-SUV to get the rest, because we got sick of the U-Haul.
The house is great, though. Maybe she can get some sort of mortgage bailout and we can have it for free. I mean, this is America after all.
I will dispense with writing a lengthy post for I am tired after a long week of work and midterms. But tonight the Sea Wolves beat the number one team in the league, the Florida Everblades, 3-2 in overtime. We might have won in regulation, had it not been for a mistake on the part of our goalie — he had a good game, he just flubbed a play. that allowed them to tie the game.
I love my girlfriend, the Bendy One, a whole lot. I’ve been in love with her since not long after we met. I can still tell you what she was wearing the first time I saw her — a pink shirt, a jean jacket, and black pants, kind of clingy around the butt area. I remember all sorts of details like that. For the last three and a half years, I’ve had a lot of memories to keep track of.
We went through a lot to get to where we are, for our relationship to be possible — admittedly, her path was harder than mine. There are things only we know, struggles, private moments, so much that is only between the two of us. Secrets shared, moments… I love her more than I can say. It’s been a quick six months.
Today is our fall-back anniversary. We didn’t get a proper six month anniversary — February only had 28 days this year, and we became a couple on the 29th of August. Today just represents another one of those special days to us; six months ago tonight we committed to this relationship regardless of the consequences. It was a hard decision because of circumstance I don’t want to blog about.
Tonight, a few minutes after I post this (I’m writing it well in advance), I’m going to take another step — I’m going to ask her to marry me. That’s why I’m not posting it when I write it; she knows of this blog and reads it. So by the time she reads this she’ll have her engagement ring. I love her more than I love anything in the world, and I want to be with her forever.
I love you, babe. It’s been a great six months. Now for a great six decades.
Update: “Yes, yes, yes!”
