I don’t intend for this to become an all-wedding, all the time website, but with only six weeks to go, that’s not really a hazard. Besides, I’m still stuck on yammering on about the house all the time. We close in two weeks.

We made a little progress on both this weekend though. We got our dishwasher, fridge, and microwave ordered, and bought wedding rings over the internet. The money we saved on the sale prices on the appliances more than paid for the rings, but we’ve got simple taste. I wanted to be able to wear mine all the time and since I work with my hands a lot, that precluded anything fancy.

We picked a date for the wedding too, and started making plans. First on the list is to consult with a lawyer to make sure that his lazy leech of an ex-wife can’t make a money grab for my income if we get married. I don’t think that’s the case; I think any gross inequities in living situations for the children between one house and the other can be equalized through the stepparent, but not basic income levels. And since we have four kids to provide for at our house and she only has two, it shouldn’t matter. After all, he didn’t get any equalization when they were living with their mother each in their own room and they were all crammed in together at the grandparents’ house while with him.

On the off chance that she can grab my income, we just won’t get married. I will see her in hell before I work my ass off so she can sit on hers. She can go get a damn job like the rest of the world.

But assuming things go well there, we’re planning to move forward. My sister is going to fly out for the weekend, and Junior got a preacher friend of his set up to come perform the ceremony. It won’t be anything fancy, just a BBQ up at hunting camp. Most of our friends and family will be there for the season anyway, and the rest will come up for the day. Half the people there will still be in their hunting clothes and it wouldn’t be all that unusual to have a deer or bear hanging in camp. We’ll just throw a little party, stand up and marry each other, and get back to partying. There isn’t anything to stress about; no flowers, no music, no photographer, no fancy clothes. Just a relaxed and fun afternoon in the setting that got us together, and pie, beer, and tritip.

That’s my kind of wedding.