Lost on Earth

From one adventure to another. I have discovered that being “lost on earth” is just as easy when you get married as when you travel to humid countries with no traffic laws. Today is Saturday the 24th of March, my one month wedding anniversary. I did my wifely duty this morning and put in a load of laundry, then dragged my bored self over to the mall to paw at over-priced clothing while Jordan works…let me restate that this is Saturday…thanks Jordan’s job! I satisfied myself with buying him two shirts that are in colors I know he will hate. I am formulating a way to try and convince him that Kelly green will look fabulous on him!

Conceptually I don’t like being married. Jordan referred to me once as his wife a few weeks ago and I lashed out. I still tell people that he is my boyfriend. I don’t want to change my name. I tried to convince him to dye his hair blue after the wedding (refused), bought him super-trendy jeans so he will look younger (made me take them back), decided to change my name to Muffy so that it would spice up his bland last name (laughed at me). Despite my insistence that it is purely ironic, he has become surly since I started referring to him as “Snookie”. It’s ironic for pete’s sake!

I heard from Kham Chuen yesterday. Two of the OPC girls have been accepted to secondary school and he needs 5000 baht per girl per year. I also heard from Julia, our Austrian volunteer. She will be revisiting OPC in a few months and asked me if I would be interested in joining her. I have decided to give it some serious thought and then broach the subject with The Spouse.

I don’t know why I even started writing anymore since no one is interested in the adventures of a young, freaked out wife. I wonder if being married means I can’t volunteer at organizations anymore…