Good news – we survived our sugar high! On Saturday I ate the most cake I have ever had in my entire life, ok maybe not the most, but certainly the most flavors! They were all delicious, but we did have two or three favorites that made the cut and will be options.
The best part of the day by far was dinner with everyone, Peg, Dan, Terry, Robbi, Christy, Katy, and Chris and I. Everyone exclaimed, “Wow, this is a lot of cake!!!” We didn’t eat it all, but everyone left full! The best news – everyone agreed on the top three choices! How lucky are we!!! On Sunday, Chris and I went showshoeing and all Chris kept saying was, I want more cake!!!
Now its time to work off that cake binge…. :)
Category: Our Experiences
Tales of my life as told by me.
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Cake, cake, and more cake
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Two Words: Flower. Overload.
I need to interject a man post between the sudden bloom … ahem … explosion of flower posts that seem to have appeared on our wedding blog. The only problem is that I don’t have much man stuff to report about. Lindsey has been on top of planning this weekend’s dual-family cake testing event, which should prove to be one of the highlights of the wedding planning process. We’re trying a couple of local wedding cake bakers to see how they compare. I know very little about the details, but assume they’re both capable of incorporating pyrotechnics and animatronic golfers into the cake design. And if not, then we’ll have to look elsewhere. Only kidding, of course, but it is fun to dream about what to do – especially, when there’s a slight golf theme to the wedding as there is to ours.In other news, which I’m surprised isn’t up here yet, Lindsey’s bridal fashion photograph appeared in this past week’s Northern Express. It even mentions my name! But she’s the beautiful bride-to-be.
I can’t imagine a better run-up to a wedding. Time-wise, we’re at the halfway point of the planning. However, we’re more than halfway done with the planning… or so we think. I’m sure it will get frantic when the “Big Day” looms.
It might be awhile before you hear from me again, as Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and most of my excess mental capacity will be spent trying to top my gift from last year. (Lindsey, that’s a softball lob to you to write a Valentine’s Day post!)
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Recollection of Driving Alone
I park my 1996 white Ford Explorer outside each night. The snow piles on. The plow plows it in. The moisture inside from the tracking in of snow on my boots is frozen deep into the synthetic gray carpet fibers and won’t escape until late spring. There is ice on the windshield from the warm defroster air blowing on it during my five minute drive home from work the night before.
My car is exceptionally clean on the inside. Especially for such an old car. There are only a few things inside it: an ice scraper, a pair of snowshoes, and a frisbee leftover from summertime fun.
It’s not the detail of my car that I’m reminded of this morning, but the trips I have taken in it. Specifically, not any one trip in particular, but any of the long cross-half-country trips that began before sunrise on the cold like today.
There was a routine to it all. I’d unlock the driver’s door and pull it open slowly so that the snow along the top edge wouldn’t fall and blow all over the driver’s seat. Then I would set my full travel mug of hot coffee down in the cup holder before starting the car. Once it was cleared of snow, I’d jump in (careful, always, to know my shoes together to rid them of snow).
Like we’re taught in elementary school that stories have a beginning, middle and end, the drives that began before sunrise and lasted through the day had the same progression. The beginning and end were enjoyable – the middle I just had to get through.
Early on in the drive, my leather seats were cold and warming up. I was settling into the seat and the heat in the car was still cold. My coffee kept me warm, but the empty bottom of the mug always showed itself before my first stop for gas. Early morning radio – usually Mike & Mike or another news variety show – was better than the repeat information I would hear the rest of the day. I rarely listened to music.
Eventually, there was a point – maybe an hour into the ride – when I would feel settled. I would enter the zone and just keep the car rolling. This was maintained, despite stops along the way.
Getting out to get gas, snacks, more coffee – that was a challenge. Usually the weather was cold and blowing. There were times when the gas would blow on my pants and I’d have to change to escape the smell.
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Inspiration
Here are some photos of my current favorites!
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Two words – scanner gun!
Tonight Chris and I started our wedding registry at Macys!!! It was very exciting!
When we finished shopping with the scanner gun (the greatest invention ever) I got to thinking, what do I really need? And then my brilliant idea popped into my head…. “Chris, We should register for a maid!!!!!”
He laughed, but Seriously, how cool would that be!! Hahaha
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Cute Quote
I read this in a magazine….and loved it…
Your wedding day will pass quickly. All the months of planning will be realized in just a few short hours. Guests will Ooh and ahh over your beautiful gown; they’ll marvel at the lovely flowers; they’ll enjoy the delicious reception you organized so carefully. But, ultimately, all those things are just a part of the party. A wedding is the celebration of something much more important: the decision two people make to join together and live their lives as one.
Today, as we are in the midst of planning our big day, I am focusing less on all the details and more about what the day means. I look forward to our life together! Here’s to our future!!!
