Congratulations Janis and PB!!!
Weddings and I don’t get along. I hate them. If and when Sweetie and I ever do get married (been engaged since 2001 with a break from 2007-2209) it’ll be in the form of a BBQ in our back yard with a ceremony as quick as legally possible. Seriously, if we can get away with - “Do you?” “yes” “Do you?” “yes” “ok, you’re married go have some burgers” - I’ll be thrilled.
My first wedding was my aunt’s and it was in December and the heat in the church was broken. Of course it was a full Catholic mass wedding. It’s not surprising that I ended up detesting weddings. At the reception, I got to see my aunt-by-marriage’s crotch as she limbo-ed while drunk and commando.
Last week sucked. I’m still waiting for the results but I’m 99.9% sure that I failed my first test (Chemistry) and I have two more this week that I’m not prepared for. I’m not off to a great start at UConn. I am still not adjusting well and it’s interfering with my ability to learn properly. I am also suffering from a 2 week long tension headache on the right side of my head, which is making me have stabbing pains in my right eye. Only exercising makes the pain go away. It got bad enough that I only went to one class on Thursday before the pain almost had me in tears. It has gotten better since the Chemistry test on Friday though, but it’s not gone yet.
Now I have to get back to my homework. I’m attempting to read the most stupefyingly boring chapter in my Climatology book and I keep falling asleep - even while sitting at the dining room table.
A month after our wedding, we pulled out the wedding… certificate thingy. That’s signed by the minister and the Maid of Honour and the Best Man, and proves that you’re married. We were going to get my name legally changed, do the paperwork.
We found out that Mr. Lissar married someone with my first name, but a last name that didn’t remotely resemble mine. The MOH and BM were too excited to notice anything, and apparently the minister didn’t pay any attention.
We’ve looked this other woman up a few times- doesn’t appear to exist. It’s still pretty funny, nine years later, that he may be legally married to a fictional girl, and not me.
Congratulations! Being married is quite nice.
I’m trying to get in touch with the girls’ pediatrician- they should be in cribs and out of isolation by now, and last night the nurse told me to be prepared to come tonight and stay basically until they come home, on Thursday or Friday. I need to confirm with their doctor, and we need to figure out ways for Mr. Lissar to be around parts of the time so he gets used to taking care of them (read: I’ve gotten way more baby snuggles than he has and it’s not fair).
So, I was going to go in today, but I think (pending talk with the doctor) I’ll plan to go this evening and not really come home for a few days.
We’re feeling a bit like after Gnat was born- “Um, you’re going to let us take them home? Hey, do you really think this is a good idea? What possible reason do you have to think we can take care of them?” This is mostly caused by their being tiny and delicate, and my traumatic memories of Gnat slashing his newborn baby brother across the head with a palm branch after Palm Sunday. Also, I’m good at newborn care, but preemies are more complicated.
No particularly odd or memorable wedding stories, other than perhaps ours. We used a tune called Tattoo, that as the name suggests is a pipes and drums tattoo. Our attendants go up the aisle, then there’s a bit of a lull in the music. It builds back up, then on the first beat of the crescendo, we step off with our walking sticks.
Now, we were in a place called the Cow Palace. When it’s not being used for antique shows, gun & doll shows and the Dickens Christmas Fair, it holds livestock for rodeos. To make the place easy to clean, there are trench drains throughout so it’s easily hosed out. These trenches are covered with steel plates.
Both of our canes hit one of these plates on that beat with a resounding BANG and up we went. We had two professional photographers, plus several other people taking pix, but nobody was shooting video to capture that.
First one: I got married in 1984, and the fashion then was to make paper flowers to decorate the cars carrying the wedding party from the church to the hall. We made a couple hundred of them suckers, I think, and fastened them to the cars with a bit of masking tape under each one. When we got to the church that morning, a couple of local kids were zooming little RC cars around the parking lot. I plucked some flowers off one of our cars, walked to the local kids, and asked them to bring their cars in to them. They looked at me glumly, expecting me to kick them out. I stuck a flower on each one, and told them, “I’m getting married today, and I’d like all the cars to be decorated”. They loved it, but eventually had to clear out when the parking lot filled up.
Story the second: Somehow that morning, my brother and one of the other groomsmen managed to swipe the rental shoes I was supposed to wear until the last minute. I put them on just before the music started. When we hit the point in the ceremony where the about-to-become Missus Coder and I knelt at the altar, a snicker went through the audience. It turns out they had put white letters on the bottom of my shoes, reading “HELP ME”.
You guys rock so very Very much, thank you!!
I will pass on your congrats to PB ( Which stands for Papa Bear, which is just a nickname, he is not a doper…yet.) Nut: Oh I don’t mind if it’s silly. We’re making a wedding CD that includes He’ll make me Happy from the Muppets take Manhattan & Life’s a Happy Song from the new Muppet movie, & a Instrumental of Metalica’s nothing else matters. That sounds like a faboo time was had by all! Picu I love love love (I mean we’re talking serious love here) Paul Simon. Kathy’s song and Song for the asking are on the wedding CD too! Swampy, Good luck on the new work gig. Break a leg! FCM My folks are giving us a fabulous one night stay in a hotel here in Columbus that has yet to be determined. This was more than I was expecting so I’m stoked. Been married twice ( to the aformentioned double ex) but I’ve never had a honeymoon before! I have, however, forbade PB from bringing the laptop, so I may be missing about 24 hours or so grin
Sorry you had a rough week, **Shortdrum.**hug
You’ll be fine Li-li. Best of luck bringing the babbies home! hug Gotti that’s an AWESOMESAUCE wedding story! Coder that’s FUNNY!! (& yeah I was wondering the same thing, but perhaps best not to ask, no?
Now, we’re going out to pay bills & ring shop Ma covered the cable bill, so we should have enough dough to get a bottle of champagne & some flowers too YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Have a super Monday!
Actually thought of one nice wedding I attended when I was 15, that of my sister. She is 10 years older than me. She married at the church of my father’s deceased mother to honor her memory. For the reception my father had a huge tent pitched at our old vacation home on the water, borrowed tables and chairs from his school and had it catered. He paid the Dorchester County bug sprayer to give the property a double dose.
It was a beautiful August evening, just perfect. The minister served wine to everyone, declaring he had put himself through seminary school working as a bartender.
I guess I mark weddings against that one in my life. It wasn’t about how much money you spend, or how glitzy it looks, its about how nice you make a family event.
eBay is weird some times. Yesterday, I bought some telephone equipment. After paying for it, I get an email from them saying “Congratulations! It’s all yours! Enjoy your AT&T 146E DUAL IROB PROTECTOR!” Woohoo! I’m so glad they gave me permission to enjoy a surge supressor to protect a phone system.
Giga-blurfs today. This is my first day back at work after the spine surgery. HR doesn’t seem to believe it, so I’m unable to access the mainframes or anything else that’s tied to one’s HR status. Strangely, there’s no problem with remote access or email. Oh well. At least it’s giving me time to get caught up on several weeks’ email.
That’s what happened at MY wedding (my three brothers wrote “HE” on the left shoe and “LP” on the right one)!
One that I don’t think I’ll have to share with anyone else in the thread: kaylasmom’s aunt, who was unable to attend the wedding due to not being able to get to California from Oahu, was kind enough to send us several dozen anthuriums and two maile vines, so we could have Hawaiian-style decoration and exchange maile leis during the ceremony. We picked them up at the airport the Wednesday before the wedding, and delivered them to the florist who was in charge of the rest of the flowers, then went on our merry way (rehearsal and dinner on Wednesday evening, two Thanksgiving dinners on Thursday – my folks, then her folks–, and a bachelor party on Friday).
Comes Saturday morning, the before-wedding pictures have been taken; the wedding preceding ours has the church held up a bit, but no biggie; finally we get this show on the road. Just as we take our places at the prie dieu and while the congregation is enjoying their little laugh, kaylasmom suddenly grabs my wrist, and whispers in a panicked voice: “Where are the maile leis?” Hell if I knew, but we did find out at the end of the service when she brought a bouquet to place on the side altar in front of the statue of the BVM. The florist had cut the vines up and arranged them quite prettily around the anthuriums.
Just as well. We hadn’t included an exchange of maile leis in rehearsal, and if they had been there, I frankly don’t know how we would have managed if we’d tried winging it.
ETA: Many wishes for a happy event and a long and happy marriage, janis_and_c0.
Out Best Man snagged our apartment keys from Mr. Lissar, and gave them to the worst four practical jokers we know, none of whom were from our home city. They got hopelessly lost on the way back from redecorating our place.
It took a long time to get the rice and icing off and out of everything.
**LiLi **- how horrible! Why do people think things like that are funny? Vandalism is not a practical joke. ugh. My bro wanted to make sure his joker buddies didn’t do anything to his car, so my dad held the keys and no one knew where it was parked.
We had about 3 inches of snow last night and it was cold to. mr ems was told not to try to go to work - he works about 90 miles west of where we live and the got hit worse and roads were trecherous. I worked from home this morning but then I was having some synch issues with a password change so I couldn’t access a couple of the systems I needed to be able to access so I ended up coming into work. There is no one here unsurprisingly. I will be sneaking off early
Weddings weddings…we did our first one in Vegas for the legals and had a ball. Then we had a huge party at home in the UK for everyone it was so much fun! I appreciate the leviety of the vows but our family view is generally of the opinion of do the vows-lets celebrate-whoohoo!
I have been to some really fun weddings and some fancy weddings including one a couple of years ago that had 3 bands at the evening reception, a falcon to fly the length of the hall carrying the wedding rings to the best man and the bride wore Jimmy Choo heels and had her dress made in New York when she was getting married in the UK. The fun ones are the weddings people talk about years later.
May I just say here that I love Team Viewer!! I’ve got it on my computer and I got my mom to install it on hers. Now when she has problems, I take over her machine and fix whatever is messed up. No more trying to tell her what to do - I just do it myself! We’ve also got it on the inlaws’ computer for the same reason. My mom was having problems with Word, and I was able to get into her document and help her out. The only issue is that she’s on satellite net, so there’s a delay between our machines. Still, it’s wonderful!!
My kitchen is clean, I’ve run the vacuum, I dumped the old cat litter and filled the box with fresh, and I’ve brought a load of firewood into the garage. In about 30 minutes, I’ll be building supper - ham-n-N.O.T. casserole, and cabbage on the side. Should be yum!
Speaking of cat litter, I now know why the stuff I like costs more than the store brand - because its a better product! When it says “clumping” it really does! The cheap stuff kinda sorta clumps, then self-destructs when you try to scoop. So the cheap stuff is all gone, and I’ll pay the extra for the good stuff.
**mmmmmmm **- kindly don’t send the snow this way. kthxbai!
Guess who is posting from the ER? Or should I say KNEE-R. I ended up going to the doctor because of sharp pains and she sent me here for an x-ray. Last time (long story) they never x-rayed my patella and she thinks it might be fractured. I really hope she’s wrong.
We were less than amused at the time, but well… all our friends were about twenty. None of us had much sense. And the Americans were all hyper and dazzled at being in Canada, where they could legally go to a bar after the wedding.
I haven’t booby-trapped anyone else’s wedding, even though I’ve been a bride’s-matron several times.
Okay. Going in to the hospital tonight, probably not coming out much until the girls are home, which the doctor thinks will be mid or end of the week. Yay!
Oldest Sister and BIL’s friends filed their car with diapers. I’ll never forget watching Oldest Sister, still in her dress and veil, pitching diapers out of the back seat into the church parking lot.
swampy, you may want to cover your eyes for this next one.
Older Sister and BIL’s friends tp’d BIL’s Jeep. That actually worked out because we all followed the trail of toilet paper out of Tanglewood back to the highway.
Home from irk and the opthalmologist. The good news is my diabetic’s retinas are in better shape than last time 6 months ago. The bad news: I’ve been dilated, and have a bad case of CSS.
That sounds like a faboo time was had by all!
Ma covered the cable bill, so we should have enough dough to get a bottle of champagne & some flowers too YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!