I took Friday off work to do some things. Sacha went to the vet in the morning (he’s healthy, might never outgrow chewing stuff up, and is part Siamese(!) because he has this little crook in the tip of his tail that’s a genetic thing only Siamese cats have). Then I went out to pick up my shoes for Saturday (more on that later), and even though we hadn’t been planning on having any trick-or-treaters (because neither of us was going to be home, and kids hardly ever come to our house anyway), I picked up a bag of Halloween candy. Well! GG and I both actually ended up being home, so I put out our little string of Halloween lights on the porch (since we don’t have a porch light). Then we ordered Chinese food and sat in the living room to eat. The kids started pouring past our house. Of course, many people missed us, but there were lots of large groups, like a couple families going around together, so we handed out all our candy! The last group was a bunch of teenagers with plastic bags and no costumes. (One kid was wearing a Metallica t-shirt, and I asked, “What are you, a Metallica fan?” to which he replied, “Uh… drinking smoking.” Yeah, they did reek of smoke.) They wrecked it for everyone else that night, because I put away the lights and shut the door after their visit. Oh and also we only had 3 pieces of candy left at that point, and since people were coming in such large groups I didn’t want to have to say, “Sorry, only three of you get candy.” So we did end up handing stuff out, but at least it went quickly.
Saturday was the wedding, yay! I’d helped arrange all the flowers on Friday afternoon, and I got there early to set them all up for the reception. It was beautiful, and everyone was very happy, so that was great. Also, I got to meet my cousin’s girlfriend, and my brother’s girlfriend, and GG got to talk to the professional characature artist who was working there, and it was just a good time. (If you’re a friend of mine on Flickr, I have about a million photos.) My feet are still killing me, though! Here’s the story about my shoes: I bought a pair of shoes last week that would have been so perfect for my dress, except they were about an inch taller than the maximum height I would want to wear. Like, I could barely walk in them and GG was making fun of me. So on Thursday I ended up finding a new perfect pair of shoes at Famous Footwear. But I needed a size smaller than what they had, which they only had in stock in Royersford, so the girl at the store where I was called and had Rofo sit them aside for me to pick up Friday. So Friday I drove out and got the shoes. I put little pads in them so my feet wouldn’t hurt, even though the heels aren’t that high. Well. I was doing fine, until we all had to stand during the ceremony Saturday (there were just a couple rows of chairs, for the old people). After that, my feet were killing me the rest of the night. It was mostly pressure on the balls of my feet, and then Sunday morning it also felt like I’d been stubbing my toes all night or something. Not cool. But at least my shoes were cute and I got compliments all night..!
The “Purity Balls” special on TLC … Wow. A few thoughts:
- These girls don’t have sex, kiss, or even hold hands until they are married? Wow, they make Josh and Anna Duggar look like a couple of wild tramps.
- I don’t understand all the flavors of Christianity here, I guess. The Purity Ball girls can go to school and wear pants, unlike the Duggars, but have slightly stricter rules when it comes to boys/dating/marriage.
- The father who “blessed” his family every week? Crrrrreepy! Okay, he is a minister, is that what gives him the right to do that to his family? He’s not the god of his family, shouldn’t they all just be worshiping god at the same level together?
- It’s up to the father to choose and approve of his daughter’s future husband. How is he qualified to do that? Just like any human, he’s capable of making mistakes – it’s possible he might select the wrong guy. If their defense is that he’s following what god tells him or something, well why couldn’t god send the same message to the girl’s mom, or heck, the daughter herself?
- The 13 year-old girl who said it was one of the 10 commandments to not kiss before marriage or whatever? And then couldn’t remember exactly which commandment that was? And then her older sister chimed in that it was the adultery one? Priceless.
- I felt sorry for the girl who ended up breaking her pledge, got pregnant, miscarried, and was pretty much disowned by her mother for now living with her boyfriend, but no matter how little sex education you have, I think you realize that it doesn’t just “keep happening” – you are responsible for what you are doing!
- Isn’t it amazing that none of the parents in their own youth had followed the rules they’re now laying out for their kids? Though they can still turn it around and the kids admire their strength for being able to overcome dating other people before their spouse.
- The obvious question: Why are there no purity balls for boys? Why did the girls interviewed not seem to expect their future husband to have lived up to the same ideals and standards that they are? Even the husband of the one girl who’d gotten married had dated girls before Miss No-Touch.
- If you’re going to go to one of these things, okay, adolescence seems like the time to do it. Why would you bring a 5 year-old? Does she even understand what she’s doing at that age?
I don’t know… my single mom raised me, and somehow I made it to this point without getting a disease or getting pregnant. I wore pants my whole life, held hands and kissed boys, went to college, and have a good job. I’m married to a man who was not vetted by my family (they like him, but there was no committee or anything to approve whether we could get married). I think I turned out okay! I’m totally happy with my life – I don’t feel like I missed out on some magical experience or something.