Posts Tagged ‘weddings’

Sigh

July 28, 2008

Spent most of the weekend on the road, or at least it feels like it. We went to Dave’s cousin’s wedding in Virginia, and it’s not a short drive.

The ceremony was very nice, and dinner was tasty, and then I got the sinus headache from hell (with bonus nausea) so I pretty much spent the rest of the reception trying to find a quiet place to sit. So I was a big party pooper.

And now I’m exhausted, and should be in bed since it’s 3:30 a.m. So I guess I’ll head that way.

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Something to sneeze at

October 7, 2006

I told MB I’d tell Vegas stories, didn’t I? That’s funny, because I don’t have any wild or crazy ones, or even ones people might find interesting. Oh well, you can skip them if you want.

We stayed at the Imperial Palace, and you know what? They really give you the feeling that they just don’t give a damn since the place is being torn down in a year or whatever. If you’re going to Vegas before the Palace is torn down, I would recommend that you do not stay there. I can’t even give an example of the lack of caring, it was just the whole experience.

The monorail, which wasn’t built yet the last time we were out, is great! $15 for a 24-hour pass, it goes up and down the strip, it’s air conditioned, you don’t have to fight strip traffic or pay an arm and a leg for a taxi … like I said, it’s great!

The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom looked beautiful, the chapel was nice, the minister was jolly, the photographer was kind of wacky, and I got to show my boobs to Las Vegas. I think the word Joy used to describe the bridesmaids’ dresses was “boobilicious,” and they sure were! But that’s OK, it was Vegas!

Dave and I ate dinner at Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar & Grill at Harrah’s, and I was in heaven. Toby Keith = awesome, and his music was everywhere, and there was a gift shop, and the food was good, so we’ll definitely be going there the next time we’re in LV.

We also went to the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton, and that was pretty neat. It’s kind of expensive, but there’s lots of memorabilia to look at and there are two short show kind of things to do. And, of course, a gift shop. Even if you’re not a hard-core Trekkie but like the shows, I think it’s worth doing.

The last time we were in LV I got a (fake diamond) ring at the Scarab Shop in the Luxor, and I got one this past time, too. I’ve decided that that’s going to be my LV “thing,” getting a ring at that shop whenever we’re there. How girly!

OK, that was August … last month Kim, Mom and I went to the Yankee Peddler festival thingy, and that was pretty fun. So many cool crafty things! Pottery, jewelry, metalworks, herbs, candles … I spent a good chunk of change, but I did actually restrain myself. We’ve decided to make it an annual outing, but if the bagpiper stalks us again next fall, I’m going to have to take him out.

Also last month Dave finally went to an allergist, which is where the title of this post comes in. He woke up unable to breathe several weeks ago, and thought maybe he should see somebody. (I won’t point out that when he got his FULL health coverage a couple years ago I suggested visiting an allergist.) As it turns out, Dave’s not just allergic to grass or some plants; he maybe should be living in a bubble. The list is: trees – elm, ash, walnut, pines and cotwood (cottonwood?); weeds – cockelbur, ragweed, pig weed, mugwort, English plantain, marsh elder, Russian thistle, and a couple abbreviated things that I can’t figure out; dust mites; and, are you ready for this? Dogs (a little) and cats (a lot)!

How fun is that? (not very) I’m trying to do better at cleaning the house, but it’s not working all that well. The animals are no longer allowed in our bedroom, and the cats are PISSED OFF about that one, let me tell you. And Dave now has to take medicine and has to get shots for the next five years. He has to get one in each arm once a week, but I guess the frequency will lessen over time. But then, when it’s all done, hopefully he’ll be immune to the allergens.

In less interesting news, I won a gourd-decorating contest at work. I may get around to taking a picture of it sometime, and if I do, I’ll post it so you can marvel at the pathetic-ness that is my artistic ability.

Shot through the heart

August 18, 2006

A bulleted list just for you:

  • Dave is officially Dr. Dave, as he graduated on Aug. 5.
  • I got drunk at his graduation party and “went to bed” early.
  • Had lunch at Spot’s in BG and hung out with Jeff last Friday, who was in town from San Jose. Next time you see/talk to him, tell him “Power down, bitch!”
  • Our newest copy editor quit, so we’re looking again. Boo.
  • We’ve made a decision of sorts that I’m pretty happy about, but would most likely disappoint many other people, so guess what? Not telling.
  • Both of us turned a year older last month. I guess I’m weird since most people freak out at the big 2-9, but really, it’s just another year like any other. Most days I feel way older than I am, so what’s the big deal?
  • Joy’s wedding shower was last weekend, and it was fun!
  • We leave for Las Vegas in a week for Joy & Rodney’s wedding, and I can’t wait! I tried to get her to get married by Elvis, but she said no.
  • Still looking at houses, keeping an eye on the ones that interest me, hoping to be able to get serious about buying relatively soon.
  • Have a few pictures from Amy & Joe’s wedding, and Dave’s graduation, that I may get around to putting up sometime in the next year.
  • Going to IKEA with Joy tomorrow, and I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve heard of the wonders of IKEA, but until recently there wasn’t one close enough to us.
  • I used the last of the coffee this morning, so Findlay had better hope Dave brings some home with him tonight, or it ain’t gonna be pretty.

Holy shitballs!*

June 7, 2006


Group shot
Originally uploaded by Dani H..

*used with permission from Nadia

That was Nadia’s reaction when I told her that Dave had finished his dissertation, and I think it sums up what everyone else probably thought. So yeah, it’s done, and he defends it on June 15. Then, assuming that no one has shit in their oatmeal that morning and takes it out on Dave and doesn’t pass him, he’ll graduate in August. And no, I don’t have to call him Dr. Haus after that, but the rest of you do.

In other news, we married off Dave’s sister, Amy, over Memorial Day weekend. It was a fucking hot day — OK, let’s be honest, the whole week we were there was a fucking hot week — but the wedding was nice and everyone had a good time. Pictures from the reception (and, finally, from Carmen’s party) are up at Flickr.

Actually, I should say both weddings were nice. Yes, both weddings. One in the Catholic church on Saturday and one at the horticultural center in Philadelphia on Sunday. Long story short: priest not allowed to do a wedding at the center per the diocese, they “had” to get married in the church, ergo two weddings.

Which is why I say Catholics, they are crazy. Sure, I married one. Some of my best friends are Catholic. But that religion is full of a whole lot of crap.

Moving on, we went to wedding in *gasp* Michigan over the weekend. Dave’s friend Matt got married, and there are a few (blurry) picture from that one, too.

Gots to go refill my coffe cup, so I’m outta here.

The one where I ramble

April 15, 2006

I had a list in my head of things to include in this post, and wouldn’t you know, I forgot to remember what was on the list.

I know that my running into Jason who was in Iraq was on the list. Medium story short: saw him at BW3 in BG last month, much hugging and happiness, now have his cell number and know where he’s living. Hooray! Also have the other Jason’s cell number. Another hooray!

Went to a bead show in the Cleveland area with Joy last weekend. Well, it was more of a gem show, which we weren’t expecting, but we did manage to find some things to buy. Had lunch in Berea before hitting the fairgrounds, which we don’t get to do much anymore, so that was nice. Also had ourselves in hysterics on the way there telling fart stories. I admit it – gas makes me laugh.

I put a bunch of pictures on Flickr – old pictures! Like, from age 4 or so on up. Tons more to scan and upload, but knowing me, that won’t happen any time soon. Now that I’ve said that though, I’m eyeing the scanner (buried under a big stack of Dave’s papers) and thinking how it looks like it wants to work. Maybe.

I’ve got to find someone to alter my bridesmaids dresses ASAP. I’ve got a month and a half before Amy’s, but I need to find someone with a quick turnaround time. I’ll still be dieting and losing for Joy’s wedding in August, so I don’t really want to have it altered like a month before.

Speaking of the diet, I’ve lost 17 pounds, which is the most I’ve ever lost in one dieting stretch. I had to go buy new work pants and a pair of jeans b/c all the others were either too big or still a bit too small yet. A third hooray! When I hit the -25 mark, as a reward I’m going to color my hair. I don’t know what color though. Maybe darker with some red in it. Dunno. Any suggestions?

OK, off to take in some more nice weather before the sun goes down. Let’s just hope the neighbors leave us alone.

All quiet now, except for that music

March 19, 2006


Kim & Charles’ wedding day
Originally uploaded by Dani H..

Hmm, it’s been over a month. So many things to tell.

As you can see, my sister got married on March 9; they didn’t tell anyone they were doing this, so I had a brother-in-law for two days and didn’t know it. Do you think she’ll still let me drag her to a bridal shop to try on gowns?

My grandpa had knee surgery on March 6, which should have been a simple thing, but then some bad things were going on with his stomach, so he was in the hospital for a week. Bad times for everyone, especially him, obviously, but he’s home now.

I have two bridesmaids dresses hanging up downstairs, and guess what? Neither fits right. But it was planned that way, kind of, because I’m dieting to make them fit. No, it’s not stupid to do that – I’ve lost 11.5 pounds so shut up! They’ll have to be altered anyway because I’m too short and, well, when you diet the boobs are the first place you lose, so the tops are too big. But I foresee things working out splendidly. And I bought my shoes for both yesterday (1 pair for both, thank you ladies!) and they’re pretty cute. So, hooray!

On the grouchier side, work’s been a serious pain in my ass and there are certain people that I’d really like to punch, but they frown on that, you know. Especially the ones who float along and don’t have a clue what they’re doing and then get praise piled on them for something I helped create. Nice.

But you know what? I’ll get over it. I bust my ass regardless of whether it gets noticed, and I know it, and that’s what matters.

Last night we went to the DAV with Joy and Rodney and caught up. We were going to play pool, but never got around to it, we were so busy babbling. Which reminds me, Dave is in their wedding too, which is in Vegas! Yay Vegas!

The other wedding is my sister-in-law’s wedding, have I mentioned that before? I can’t remember. So we’ll head to Philly in May and Vegas in August. Much traveling for us.

And now, after spending hours uploading (downloading? which way would that go?) songs, I’m listening to Gary Allan on my new iPod nano. Before that it was Dean Martin. I wasn’t sure about this little thing yesterday, but now I’m seeing how great it will be.

Garth in my ear while I’m doing dishes!

Frank in my ear while I’m doing laundry!

Jon in my ear while I’m working!

That’s Brooks, Sinatra and Bon Jovi for the confused among us.

OH! Long Day – Matchbox Twenty – makes me think of BGSU. I’m a weenie, so I’m outta here.

Why don’t I just bend over?

December 20, 2003

Look out mom, there’s bad words in this one…

Damn baby, whad-joo do to yo hair? (a la seance scene in “Ghost”) I ripped it out in chunks ’cause this week frigging sucked! I don’t even know where to start; I should have blogged more this week. Guess I suck too. Anyway, we’ll start with Tuesday. Took the car to the dealer (big mistake) to get the heater fixed and see about getting the windows (I just typed winders in case you were wondering…random redneckness) fixed because the front two are screwed. Driver’s side will go up and down, but there’s a funny grinding noise once it gets to a certain point, and when I close the door something inside the door bangs. Passenger’s side will go down but not up. Fast-forward to Wednesday, when they tell us it will be almost $1,000 to fix everything. Buh-bye. Just fix the heater, you money-sucking whores. Thanks. Pick up the car Thursday, the passenger side window (dammit, did it again!) is not closed all the way so there’s a lovely whistling as I’m driving and I HATE that. They’ve shoved some cardboard in at the bottom of the window, presumably to keep it from sliding open, but it didn’t work. It moved, and now there’s a little gap letting all the snow in. I will be taking the car back to the dealer and demanding that they at least return the window to the position it was in when I first took the car in. Mr. Findlay Ford/Lincoln/Mercury fat cat better hope I don’t ever run into him.

So I get home from the dealer, watch some soaps, try to get hold of someone at the Western Reserve museum (I was going to do a story on a nifty exhibit there), then prepare to head to the mall to get a wedding gift for a friend of Dave’s. I was also going to get a dress for the wedding, because I got my Christmas bonus Wednesday. I call the happy bank 800 number to check the balance on the checking account, and learned that I really fucked up. We had less than $150 in our account – after my paycheck was deposited, which was almost $600 – and we had four insufficient funds charges of almost $30 each. I was in total shock! I’ve never done anything like that before, and I still can’t figure out how it happened. So then I freaked out and curled up in bed and cried for about an hour. Freaked Dave out when he got home. I felt and still feel like an ass, but sometimes when you start a cry-fest, you start thinking about other things and cry more and you just can’t stop.

Luckily Dave got paid Friday, so it’s all OK now.

On a lighter note, another dilemma this week was what do you get a millionaire for a wedding gift? He doesn’t need your money or a gift card, and anything they need he can buy. I trudged through the mall Friday, and found the holiday kiosk of an area family-owned gift basket business, and they made up a basket with a wedding time capsule. I think it’s pretty nifty myself. My parents got us one of those when we got married, and it was fun to put stuff in there. Trouble is, we’re not going to the wedding now ’cause it’s today in Cleveland, and we’re afraid a big ol’ lake-effect storm might blow in. It’s a little snowy here in O-hi-o. So no wedding, and no museum trip, so no fun staff-written travel story for next week’s paper. Thank god for the Associated Press.

I’m thinking after a fun-filled day of cleaning we may rent the first “Lord of the Rings” movie. They seem interesting, and everyone seems to be crazy about them, so I think I’ll give it a shot.

A nice thing happened this week though. I found out that I amuse at least one person other than my friends and family, who have to at least pretend I amuse them. The good RevSpork discovered this here ass, and linked it on his page! Woo-hoo! I’m going to have to return the favor, whenever I get around to making changes on my page.

*BURN UPDATE* General consensus in the Haus-hold says that bitch is gonna scar. I can’t believe I’m so estupido!