Hot Stuff!

The amazing people (and by "people" I mean the brother sister duo of Tiffany and Nate) at Nathaniel Edmunds Photography have put together a fabulous collection of photos in what has to be record time. For the faint of heart, there is their blog which highlights some favorites (see here). For the truly motivated, you can see the whole shebang here. If you were there, and dancing to Pour Some Sugar on Me, or Apple Bottom Jeans I suggest you check out numbers 871-888.

5 Random Things: The Wedding Edition

I was “tagged” by the Barron of Blog to tell 5 random things about myself. So in the spirit of wedding recap, I figured I’d go with a wedding theme.

1. I will spend my entire life with a last name that ends in “z”. And yet, I can never remember what the proper plural form is.
2. It took the combined efforts, over the course of 4 days, of my mom, dad, Shannon’s mom, my sister in law, and me to make and package the 300 chocolate turtles that served as the wedding favor. It took roughly 3 hours for them all to disappear.
3. The HSH and I took two dancing lessons in preparation for our first dance. Then preceded to not practice at all, chuck out everything we’d learned, and “waddle” our way around the dance floor (as the HSH wanted to do from the beginning). Rumor is I led the whole time.
4. When I got to the end of the aisle, the HSH whispered to me that I was shaking, and that it was cute that I was so nervous. It wasn’t until after the ceremony I had the chance to tell him that it wasn’t nerves that caused me to quiver. Rather it was because my bouquet weighed roughly the equivalent of a Toyota Prius, and unlike NK I hadn’t prepared with the requisite arm exercises.
5. I did some nerve damage to my feet that night in those stupid “if you buy 3 inch heels we won’t have to hem the dress” shoes. I didn’t regain feeling in the 3 smallest toes on my right foot until yesterday.

In turn, I tag the Bride-to-Be over at This Party Sucks, Mama Vaughan at Rice Owl 2029, JRK of Houston Ruckus, and the Norfolk Martinez’(s?). You’re collectively “It”.

As an extra bonus: Here is little LCB doing her best impersonation of her Texas friends.

Postcards From Belize

nee APM

I'm baaaaaaackkkkkk! And more importantly, now that I’ve gotten that pesky wedding out of the way, I can focus on the finer things in life. Like blogging. And the perfect Pina Colada (psssst-I found it!). And experiencing the intense relief that comes with throwing away wedding magazines. Never again will I be a mere spectator at a nuptial event.
Now that I know everything that goes into it, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will go out of my way to notice things like programs, favors and placecards. Because I know that it takes a lot of work to make things seem easy! I have no idea if people had as much fun as I did. After all, people never tell the bride ‘this party sucks’. (do they?) But I know I had fun. And the HSF, errrrr HSH, had fun. And I have all these little snapshots in my head of my favorite parts. And well, even though most of it is a COMPLETE blur, I enjoyed every second of it. Oh about that blur part: strangest thing. It’s like being on that border between kinda drunk, and black out drunk, where you need some help piecing together the details of the night. Only you’re not drunk. Although with the stupid smile on your face, people might confuse you for that (ok maybe we were a little drunk at the end). And it’s also apparently impossible to be everywhere at once. So there are parts you wish you could remember, but you can’t because, well, you weren’t there. But its enough that other people were there, and enjoyed it. And now we’re a little family. And I love it.

And I still can’t get this stupid smile off my face.

This is what i'm doing this weekend....

Lord, please help us find a cure so I can give my feet a rest.

39 miles. 2 Days.

Keep me, Mamma Vaughan, and Cafferty in your thoughts.

The Niece Quin-something

I was feeling pretty lucky, and smart this week. Last Thursday, my two nieces became 3 when Ashtyn Grace was born to the HSF's brother & sister in law. We went to the hospital to see her, and I officially held my youngest baby ever. Ironically, Ashtyn usurped my previous youngest baby to hold, Ashton Lee. Crazy. Anyway, I knew that we were supposed to find out the sex of my next niece/nephew this week, and I kept commenting how cool would it be to hit the niece quinella. In my mind a quinella bet in horseracing was when you picked the top four finishers in any order, and I really thought I was being very clever. Get it? 4 nieces? A quinella? Yeah turns out I'm a moron. That's not what a quinella is at all. Worse yet, I think I might have been calling it a "quintella". No wonder everyone was confused when I kept commenting on it. Silly me just thought it was my superior intellect. Worse yet, McD worked at a horsetrack when we were in college, and she never once thought to correct her moronic friend. Thanks.

Well whatever it is, I hit it. Because in August the Halfstreet's 3 nieces will become 4! Hoorah for little girls! I'm pleased as punch, because let's be honest, I'm starting to get this "Tia to little girls" thing down pat.

Here's a picture of me holding niece #3 Ashtyn. What a cutie.

Dance Dance Dance!

I know you guys are dying for Vegas stories, and I promise they will come. But I'm waiting for some pictures to illustrate the story, and I have some other business to attend to in the mean time.

I'm dying for some suggestions for our DJ, and who better to turn to than you guys? Certainly the Halfstreet readers have attended a wedding or two in your day (ha, or 100). Give me 2 songs that absolutely get you on the dance floor, or that it's just not a wedding without. Feel free to give me more, like I said, I'm struggling. Ready...GO!