Call me sick, but some days I just like to imagine what I'll be like when I "grow up". I know I'm old now in my inner child's eyes, but there's some things I still haven't done so I can dream about them. Like getting married. Sad, I know, but I think about it when my brain isn't devising escapes to far off places or working rock problems or playing with critical assessments of buildings. In other words, this is a once in a blue moon thing.
The Idea:
I'm a traditional girl. I like filigree rings from circa 1920-1949. That one has to be my favorite. It's from 1939 and is beautiul. I haven't found the dress because I have a feeling it'll be like my prom dress from way back when. Pretty, traditional, low cut, tight around the waist, and THE FIRST ONE I TRY ON. I'm not really for dress up. So much for the "girly-girl" image.
Other thoughts for today:
I'm curently reading "The Secret History of the IRA" which provides me with an international perspective on IRA weaponry deals. I also picked up "Terror and Consent" and "The Master of Disguise", the first one being commentary on the necessary steps the authors believes should be taken in these new wars and the latter an interview with a CIA ex-op. It's sweet. I also plan on picking up some books on Pakistan later this week. I can't shake this feeling that once Bush is out of office, that whole front is going to change. I'm a little afraid and I'd rather know what's coming before it smacks me in the face.
But, honestly, I'd rather think about a fairy tale wedding right now. Too bad there's no Prince Charming.
