Monday. Blah. My second Monday as a married woman, and it's strange and good at the same time. Strange mostly because I am no longer PF Gomez. I am now Petra Faith Maxwell. Whoa. I went to the doctor today and signed my name Maxwell, and I got my new bank card in the mail...and it says Petra Maxwell. It hasn't sunken in yet and it's so weird, to lose something I had for 21 years. But I like it...:)

I guess my erm, one reader? would like to know a little about the wedding and it's mishaps and fun. It was at Camp Carlson, at the main lodge right beside the lake, and it was a pretty day, even the rain was nice since I like rain...no one else seemed to. heh. It was beautifully set up in lavender and cream, the main table at the front had our unity candle and tapers, and the guestbook and favors table...Terry did a beautiful job I thought. It started precisely at 2:30 thanks to Mark's Time Nazi tactics...with only 2 hitches, one to be found out the next day. The main problem was that Super Walmart lost my cake order, and so it wasn't there when mom went to pick it up...she was so pissed, she chewed everyone out and they made us a full sheet with the colors I wanted for free, and even did half in chocolate like I wanted anyways, but they wouldn't do one tier in white and one in chocolate and I knew Mark wanted chocolate. So nanner and piss all over WalMart. I wasn't too pleased with my dress, I didn't think it flattered anything worth flattering on my figure, and the pictures made me look like a shiny purple walrus. Even Mark admitted to my unphotogenic ass. Oh well. I was mostly nervous, and I cried in my vows, and the damn magistrate wouldn't say my name right, Travis was best man and laughing, I was laughing, Mark was MAD, it was great. I had a good time, it was nice having all those people I loved there, and Dave and Howard showed up which I was really happy about because I didn't think they'd make it. I saw my uncles wife for the first time in 2 years and I could have done without her crazy ass...Grace and Jonathan were angels, it was great. Afterwards we went to dinner with the guys and Johnelle who was my maid of honor and felt out of place, which she was...but it was my wedding so nyah. And then me and Mark set out to waste the day using the target gift card the Soc had given us, and I got the matching platter and serving bowl to my gorgeous peony transferware dishes that Dave got us (!) If you are reading this Dave, I LOVE YOU! We got some other stuff, and then we came home...

And did things...

wonderful things...

It's so nice to be with someone that nothing about them turns you off, even the normal bodily functions that Mark likes to flaunt, that you can look at and realize how lucky you are, still get all silly a year later over them, can fight like dogs and make up like...dogs (get the hose) Someone who are you utterly in love with. I never questioned being with Mark. Ever. even with kevin, who I dated for 3 years, I questioned, made excuses for...I never feel like Mark is beneath me, he is very intelligent although whether he chooses to act like it is up to him, he's a great conversationalist, we always have something to talk about...as for the content of those conversations we won't discuss here. heh. We can have fun being bored at home in front of the T.V., we can have fun when we're broke, when we have money, kids or no kids, I think we have a good relationship. I know I sound like I'm selling this, but the only time I um, think about things is when I put it to some kind of medium...usually I just live until I have to write it down.

So it's all official now, and I'm happy about it, and I think I know Mark is...heh. He has been more touchy feely lately if you get that. Makes no sense. Married and more sex...wtf? Submit that to Ripleys. Of course, I'll review this in a year and we'll see how much has changed if any. :)

So I answered a knock on the door and who was it but Travis and David Bannik! Haven't seen him in a long time, and seems he hit a couple growth spurts and took his vitamins, he looks great. I guess it was the air in Cali or something. So he'll be here until September and we're all gonna hang out and some stuff. He just missed Josh, who was looking for him and I guess he left either yesterday or the day before, but I think Mark gave him his number. We had Josh and Travis over for dinner and Mark made that alfredo crap that makes me sick...it was fun. he's a very nice guy. I felt on point because he's a minister-in-training so to speak and I've fallen away from the church, <--non denominational christian. I still hold my beliefs, and I've noticed of late they are getting stronger, or I'm growing up, or some garbage like that. So I was on extra special good behavior. I said "bull horse puckey." In front of him. Me, who has cursed like a sailor since the 5th grade in certain company, said in front of a peer, "bull horse puckey." *sigh* I guess kids have tamed me, I say potty, boo boo, juicey, #2 and other childish phrases regularly. But I'll have to admit I enjoy being a mother, I love kids even though they wear me out and drive me nuts. Secretly, between you and me, I'm loving this. Although I'm not exactly thrilled about my current pregnancy, I'm starting to be happy about it. I do know after this I will no longer contribute to the overgrown population and I will be neutralized. And Mark said he will probably do the same. BIG slap on the back to him, never heard a man volunteer for that before. My own father wouldn't do it for mom.

Anyways. I must go, my butt is numb and my hands are starting to ache and I'm bored with this. More later.

-Petra Maxwell. Heh.

written on 2003-07-14 at 9:42 p.m. by sweetsolace.

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