Sunday, June 29, 2008
So the kids and I are leaving for a fun filled, lazy days, do whatever we want, vacation in less than an hour. Jim will join us on Wednesday night.
Have a great 4th!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Do rotten kids not get to drink you?
We drink Capri Sun - the "your family's favorite on-the-go thirst quencher". Besides, their graphics are super cool, and we love that they are... oh screw it, we just like 'em better.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I think I heard that mysterious sound - almost like a whisper on the wind - like a ghost in the stairwell - like a fragrant florally breeze through the window...
Like stale air after a long winter. Because it fell flat on the follow up of: but you cut it too short.
I have been begging goldy locks to let down her long hair and let me cut it. And the battle has ensued for months. She has extremely thick, extremely wavy and wild hair that is now subjected to a daily dose of chlorine. So I have begged. I have pleaded. I have bribed. Last night I sat on the sofa with a scissors taunting and teasing through what felt like an eternity of uncertainty when finally I heard a small sheepish: ok.
I was on it like flies to a cow pie. And guess what...
SHE LIKES IT SHORT!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
We lined the ledge of the stage with grass skirts and table liners. We lined the tables with the same. We then overturned tables on their sides and covered them with fabric on the stage to hide the fooseball (sp?) tables and old piano. You can still see some of the taller stuff, but it wasnt as distracting.
The kitchen had a built in set of bar windows. We spent most of Friday night and Saturday morning trying to figure out how to cover up the nasty ceiling in the kitchen so people wouldnt see it when they were getting drinks. Then V had the "ah ha moment" that saved us. She suggested we close the windows and use the rental bar we were using as a Guest Book table for the bar in front of the kitchen windows. No one would be the wiser! (and yes, that is a very pregnant bar tender. The poor thing worked her butt off along with her friend). We used a grass skirt, a fish net, and left over sea shells from the centerpieces to hide yet more red, white and blue.
The cake straight out of paradise. Simple, elegant and tasty.
Even our 92 year old gram got into the groove and busted a move with Crickets younger older brother.
I will add a photo of the centerpieces, the bride and a few more room shots tomorrow.