I love it when get caught being kind of cute in a picture. And I love it when I have pics of Zach all dolled up. :D
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Hee hee
I love it when get caught being kind of cute in a picture. And I love it when I have pics of Zach all dolled up. :D
Friday, June 20, 2008
Here's the couple making their getaway between a death row of sparklers! FUN!!!!
:D More pics of the wedding that I got from Dad's camera at my Picasa page... http://www.picasaweb.google.com/valstaten
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Whole lot of shaking going on...
Things have been so crazy and I really haven't had a chance to slow down and reflect. Summer has yet to "officially" begin, but it's pretty much in swing in my book. The temperatures, along with the stress levels, have skyrocketed. Things are crazy busy everywhere - home, work, etc. We've all had to jump in and jump on, or be left behind.
Memorial weekend was a blast. A perfect jump start to what my summer should be all about. The beach house was just close and far away enough from the sounds and party of the shore. The only water I drank came in the form of melted ice-slush of my many pina coladas. Up and down the beach in a bathing suit top and shorts on the back of a pick-up truck or on a golf cart. Hell, I even picked up a few strands of beads and maybe a few lesbians on the way. The theme of the weekend was basically "You don't get something for nothing." LOL Enough said. I left that beach house a little more sunkissed and with a closer friendship wit a few friends and co-workers.
The next weekend started the beginning of wedding activity. Saturday was supposed to be Candy's bachelorette party. Chese was going to ride with me - her first outing since the baby really. Candy's "maid of honor" did not give her any night of debauchery as we had all hoped, and Mack let me down more than I had ever expected. We went to a strange bar. Too early. Before it even opened and we waited outside. No one elese was there at the bar until 11PM. The night was more about Mack and his newly-21 year old girlfriend slamming back as much as possible at the bar while we tried to have a little fun in a dark back booth.
Things are just different since the party - was a long time coming, but this all sealed the deal. History - Mack and I used to be close. He's the reason I ever met any of the rest of the crew. But that initial friendship was ages ago, and it's not a relationship either did a good job of maintaining. He only seemed to invest much later in the past few years when it was convenient for him and I slacked off because I've always had plenty of other situations in my life where I have to pull the majority of the weight. That said it's easy to say there's a lot of distance - both in miles and time.
Things were said that night and I'm not sure where it came from, but my own feelings aside, that was not a bachelorette party. Hell, it wasn't even a party for Candy. It was lame - all the more reason for us to give her another party - a "real" bachelorette party.
The next week and a half was a blur of bridal shower, work, shopping, etc. I even had to fight it out with customer service people to finally get my bridesmaid dress. And I had work. Rushing to get prepared for my few days off for the wedding.
I also had to prepare for a bachelorette part to blow everything out of the water. I haven't ever been to one, but I read some stuff on the internet. So armed with some web suggestions and a giggly conversation with Chessy, I went to Cindie's - a local dirty shop of goods. I left with a plain white bag full of party tools - a veil with light-up penises and condoms, a flashing penis princess scepter, penis straws, a penis candy necklace, and penis whistles. The next night for the party was full of jokes, $1 drinks, dirty dances, ass slapping, ass grabbing, and such. It was a freaking blast and those guys really put on a REAL SHOW!!! I think certain people know what I want for my birthday. Just kidding.
The next day was the recovery. I mean the rehearsal. It went over well, but the chapel made me nervous with how warm it was. We had a wonderful dinner over at Niki's with yummy BBQ and even better homemade potato salad. I would have never guessed I'd like green olives so much. There was some relaxation and some drinking. And more men in my house sleeping then I'm really comfortable with.
Then the big day. We had a lunch that was really too large for comfort. I went to my hair appointment after packing up everything that I would have to tote to the wedding for to get ready. Crystal did a great job as always. Candy was late. She wasn't really getting the help she needed at home, but at least I could make her another appointment. And swing thru Starbuck's for some Save-the-day-just-relax tea. She did show up and we rushed to chapel - only a few minutes late.
I did our make-up. Fixed Taylor's hair. The time spent getting ready seemed to just be gone in a blink. Before I knew it we were in line to walk down the aisle. Before I knew it Candy was walking down the aisle. Everything was gorgeous. And in a blink. It was over. They were married. It was great. The reception was a blast and fun. Zach cracked the crowd up during the toasts with his Bush impression - and I was introduced as "the Secretary of......uh.. Me." It was great and I didn't cry too much. Oh and on the getaway drive off - Dad and Shelley ran out of gas. Priceless.
And now I'm back to work and regular life.. bleh. Only wonderful thing since was meeting my nephew. He's 2.5 months old and way too cute. My sister, grandmother, and nephew all came down and are here until next Tuesday. At least I have his drooley little face to look forward to for a few more days.
Pictures to follow :D
Memorial weekend was a blast. A perfect jump start to what my summer should be all about. The beach house was just close and far away enough from the sounds and party of the shore. The only water I drank came in the form of melted ice-slush of my many pina coladas. Up and down the beach in a bathing suit top and shorts on the back of a pick-up truck or on a golf cart. Hell, I even picked up a few strands of beads and maybe a few lesbians on the way. The theme of the weekend was basically "You don't get something for nothing." LOL Enough said. I left that beach house a little more sunkissed and with a closer friendship wit a few friends and co-workers.
The next weekend started the beginning of wedding activity. Saturday was supposed to be Candy's bachelorette party. Chese was going to ride with me - her first outing since the baby really. Candy's "maid of honor" did not give her any night of debauchery as we had all hoped, and Mack let me down more than I had ever expected. We went to a strange bar. Too early. Before it even opened and we waited outside. No one elese was there at the bar until 11PM. The night was more about Mack and his newly-21 year old girlfriend slamming back as much as possible at the bar while we tried to have a little fun in a dark back booth.
Things are just different since the party - was a long time coming, but this all sealed the deal. History - Mack and I used to be close. He's the reason I ever met any of the rest of the crew. But that initial friendship was ages ago, and it's not a relationship either did a good job of maintaining. He only seemed to invest much later in the past few years when it was convenient for him and I slacked off because I've always had plenty of other situations in my life where I have to pull the majority of the weight. That said it's easy to say there's a lot of distance - both in miles and time.
Things were said that night and I'm not sure where it came from, but my own feelings aside, that was not a bachelorette party. Hell, it wasn't even a party for Candy. It was lame - all the more reason for us to give her another party - a "real" bachelorette party.
The next week and a half was a blur of bridal shower, work, shopping, etc. I even had to fight it out with customer service people to finally get my bridesmaid dress. And I had work. Rushing to get prepared for my few days off for the wedding.
I also had to prepare for a bachelorette part to blow everything out of the water. I haven't ever been to one, but I read some stuff on the internet. So armed with some web suggestions and a giggly conversation with Chessy, I went to Cindie's - a local dirty shop of goods. I left with a plain white bag full of party tools - a veil with light-up penises and condoms, a flashing penis princess scepter, penis straws, a penis candy necklace, and penis whistles. The next night for the party was full of jokes, $1 drinks, dirty dances, ass slapping, ass grabbing, and such. It was a freaking blast and those guys really put on a REAL SHOW!!! I think certain people know what I want for my birthday. Just kidding.
The next day was the recovery. I mean the rehearsal. It went over well, but the chapel made me nervous with how warm it was. We had a wonderful dinner over at Niki's with yummy BBQ and even better homemade potato salad. I would have never guessed I'd like green olives so much. There was some relaxation and some drinking. And more men in my house sleeping then I'm really comfortable with.
Then the big day. We had a lunch that was really too large for comfort. I went to my hair appointment after packing up everything that I would have to tote to the wedding for to get ready. Crystal did a great job as always. Candy was late. She wasn't really getting the help she needed at home, but at least I could make her another appointment. And swing thru Starbuck's for some Save-the-day-just-relax tea. She did show up and we rushed to chapel - only a few minutes late.
I did our make-up. Fixed Taylor's hair. The time spent getting ready seemed to just be gone in a blink. Before I knew it we were in line to walk down the aisle. Before I knew it Candy was walking down the aisle. Everything was gorgeous. And in a blink. It was over. They were married. It was great. The reception was a blast and fun. Zach cracked the crowd up during the toasts with his Bush impression - and I was introduced as "the Secretary of......uh.. Me." It was great and I didn't cry too much. Oh and on the getaway drive off - Dad and Shelley ran out of gas. Priceless.
And now I'm back to work and regular life.. bleh. Only wonderful thing since was meeting my nephew. He's 2.5 months old and way too cute. My sister, grandmother, and nephew all came down and are here until next Tuesday. At least I have his drooley little face to look forward to for a few more days.
Pictures to follow :D
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