MAWR Part Four: A bite to eat?

You must be COMPLETELY STARVING after waiting four weeks for this post! Did the candy table take the edge off your hunger at all?

As you can see, you will have a few beverages to choose from.

 Seriously? Cucumber Lemon Water? You're supposed to drink that? On purpose?

Yes. That's more like it. Strawberry lemonade.That's what I drank all evening. Fireman found himself at loose ends and spent then entire evening restocking those glasses and straws (when he wasn't dancin' with my sister anyway).

The bride and groom worked up a thirst on the dance floor (more on that, later!). Aawwww... aren't they cute?

So now that you know where to find a beverage, how about something to eat? I've been dying to tell you about the salad buffet.

BUFFET, LEFT:

BUFFET, RIGHT:

BUFFET ULTRA CLOSE UP:

Okay, my sister wants to kill me because I took this photo before they put in the awesome lables for each item. It looked great. What is interesting here is this awesome "dish."  Any guesses to what it was in it's past life before my sister compounded it's fantasicocity? (yes, that's a word. I know because I just made it up and was able to spell it so there.)

THIS IS A REPURPOSED RECYCLED REUSED ITEM.

Once upon a time it was a scented candle display that no one wanted. My sister scrubbed the living daylights out of it, repainted it, and lined it with plastic wrap. And now it is a buffet (it has a twin also, so it won't be lonely in it's second life).

This was the awfullest buffet. People fled in droves:

Buncha crazy people, eatin' salad......WHEN THERE IS A PERFECTLY WONDERFUL CREPE BAR DUE SOUTH OF YOU!!!!!!!

With lovely flowers by my lovely neice...(shameless plug for SAS FLORAL!)

My absolute favoite thing about the above photo is that I have no idea whose legs those are. It's almost as if she were posing for me...

Umm.... scuse me a sec. I think I'm going to die if I don't eat a crepe with that chocolate hazlenut  sauce in the next twelve seconds.

I must say that this was pretty darn yummy. And quite easy as well. Everyone seemed to love it. Even my kids:

Don't forget the Nutella, daughter mine.


Next time: Shall we dance?
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I should have realized I was asking for trouble....

Mother has previously mentioned our family's chronic disability that prevents us from growing zucchini, despite our best efforts. She failed to mention that we LOVE zucchini bread.

Tuesday night, , I put out a plea on facebook for zucchini so that we can make bread.

This was on our front porch the next morning when I left for work:



See that? It's as big as one of our cats. Three more of equal size have appeared since then. What have I unleashed upon our family?

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Back to your regulary scheduled post: MAWR part 3

Pretend with me that there has not been a very long and uncomfortable pause between posts. Pretend that you just barely finished reading about Diva's lovely wedding entry and cake table? Please? If you love me?

Thanks!

Because you were so nice to pretend with me I have some

CANDY FOR YOU!!!

Sorry, it's just virtual candy. You can look, but you will be disappointed if you try to eat it.

First you're going to need something to put it in:

It's just a silverware holder, but the awesome-ness is in the details, people! Silver twist ties! lovely little heart & pearl embellishment! My sister has some serious style. She makes everything beautiful.

 Yum. Pretzels. I love pretzels.

Again, with the awesome (hand made) embellisments:

( I must say that I saw my father eat no few than 8 gumballs over the course of the evening...)

 (got diabetes yet? if not, just keep scrolling)

WHERE'S THE CHOCOLATE, WOMAN? I thought this was a wedding? You can't have a wedding without CHOCOLATE!

Oh, nevermind. There it is.

The candy table looked like a war zone by the end of the evening. Luke Skywalker was kind enough to "clean up" afterward.

A mother has never been so proud.

Next up: Drinks, everyone! and perhaps a snack?

back in the swing of things...

The new computer has arrived and it is THIS fast:

Seriously. So I have been frantically making up for lost time and backing up all my stuffages that I failed to back up previously. I burned over 20 cds of photgraphs last night alone. Only 29,845 to go.

I have started a few blog posts for your enjoyment, and will be posting them shortly. Yes, we will be finishing the royal wedding posts, I promise.

And I thought I would share this, since I was so impressed with it when I discovered it while looking for the above image:

Your comments please: Would you or would you NOT love being seen in this car?

It is a Mercedes, btw.

I wonder if I make some alterations to the Honda mini-van's luggage rack to make this look my own...

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Medical Diagnosis

So Thing Two has spots. And Mom took him to the doctor to see why he has spots. Long story short, Thing Two has chicken pox.

Said malady has led mother to one of her favorite pastimes: The WebMD Symptom Checker.

For those of you who aren't familiar with it, the Symptom Checker is a hypochondriac's greatest dream and nightmare all rolled into one interactive flash application. The application must have been invented in California (where everything can give you cancer), because no matter what your ailment, it inevitably leads to cancer or some other life threatening disease or defect.

Back problems? Spine tumor.
Achy knee? Gout. Or maybe lyme disease or lupus.
Headache? I'm sorry, you're having a brain aneurysm.

Mother summed it up pretty well in our IM conversation today:

Mom: I love Web MD. It's like that friend you try to avoid - the one who always looks on the dark side of things and tells you how much worse it could be: "Hey, you have _________?!? I knew somebody who DIED from that!"

The birds and the bees, or dogs and flies, whichever.

Our little one, Eclair, is a little behind schedule with most things. We can easily blame that on PDDNOS.

Luke Skywalker has no excuse.

We were out working in the yard, and our lovely large dog was running about enjoying that the whole family had all come to visit her.  I could almost hear the gears turning in Eclair's head, so I was unsurprised when she asked me a question.

E: Mommy? I can't remember, but why can't Misty have any puppies? I would really like a puppy.

M: Well, there are a lot of homeless puppies. So we had her fixed.

E: What does that mean, fixed?

M: It means she had an operation, so she doesn't have any eggs.

E: Is that why Misty can't lay eggs?



I promplty died laughing.



Later that same day, Screamapillar nearly killed me again with this:

Luke Skywalker was in a rage against the flies of summer. They were bothering him bunches. He probably meant to say something like this: "Why do there have to be FLIES!"

but what he actually said was "How are there so many FLIES!"

to which the Screamapillar replied, "Well, when a Mommy fly and a Daddy fly really love each other..."
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Haiku - for my still-not-functioning home computer

like a foul dead fish

that expired processor

has stunk up my life.

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