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January 27, 2014

Elvis Has Left the Building

Vow renewal accomplished! B is stuck with me for another 10 years, at least.


I could not have been happier with how our event played out.

I could not have been happier with how our event played out.


I could not have had a better time if Real Elvis had been at our vow renewal. I think I probably frightened our Elvis by launching myself at him when I saw he was the 70s Elvis I had hoped for. He recovered.


I may never recover from the amount of swaggering adorability in this photo, though.

Cool. Joe Cool.

Cool. Joe Cool.


Thor worked diligently to maintain that expression thro...

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Published on January 27, 2014 17:11

January 22, 2014

Long Black Cadillac

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This time tomorrow, I fully expect to be sitting on the tarmac waiting for takeoff, while being shown how to use coin-operated oxygen masks. Never again will I book flights on [airline name redacted--FOR NOW.] Those fools will nickel and dime you to death!


Thor is very excited at the prospect of riding in a limousine. B and I have driven in Strip traffic before, and it seemed like less stress, less hassle, and less trying to cram wedding dress, four adults, and one child into a rented Kia Rio,...

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Published on January 22, 2014 08:28

January 21, 2014

Nice Customs Courtsey to Great Kings


I read Hamlet for the first time in 6th grade. Being a dramatic little girl, I thought I would die for love of it. It was the most MOST thing I’d ever read. Most beautiful. Most meaningful. Most wonderful. Most confusing–I’ll be honest. I didn’t get a lot of it at 12, but what I got was enough to make me fall in love with Shakespeare for the rest of my born days. (This was the same year I had the meltdown that ended with me screaming lines from The Merchant of Venice. Moral of the story: Be s...

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Published on January 21, 2014 20:44

Dance on Pain of Death

Oops. I’ve forgotten to blog. I’m days behind on my wedding playlist. Sorry about that! BUT, next on the list has a great story behind it.



Clearly, I love Ella Fitzgerald, so I could easily have just made a playlist of her renditions, but this one was a Must Have.


B and I did not have a big wedding. We did not have a big reception. My ideal reception, for as long as I can recall, has been, “Cake, punch, 20-minutes, and I’m out of there.” So, that was pretty much the plan*.


A reception takes long...

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Published on January 21, 2014 14:21

January 13, 2014

In Which I Compare Dean Martin to a Drunken Goldfish


I don’t really get Dean Martin. He always sounds like he’s singing from inside a vodka bottle–like a drunken goldfish. That said, when I went looking for a version of Dream a Little Dream, it had to be Martin’s song on the playlist because



I had Sammy Davis, Jr. in there. I love this song. It’s happy. It’s funny. It sounds like something you’d dance to at a wedding. Or something you’d dance to that led to a wedding. Or at least that led to a little crush.



I’ve Got a Crush on You is a huge favor...

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Published on January 13, 2014 13:47

January 10, 2014

Raising Vegetables and Farming Children

In September of 2008, Thor was 3. That is, he was 37 months old. We’d been having a lot of fun for the past year, learning colors, and numbers, and letters, and symbols, and as you can see in the video linked here, we did a lot of Q&A.


That is, Thor would ask, “What is this, Mama?” And I would say, “What do you think it is?” or, “I don’t know. You tell me.” And he would tell me.


In July of 2008, when Thor was 35 months old, or very nearly 3, I enrolled him in a pre-K program. The director of th...

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Published on January 10, 2014 08:59

January 6, 2014

The Things You Love About The One You Love

The next three songs from our wedding playlist (and we’re working backwards to #1) bring out my three favorite female recording artists. Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, and Billie Holiday. If you’d like to make that number round out to five, add in Fiona Apple and Lorena McKennitt–they just aren’t exactly wedding material.


“The way you wear your hat. The way you sip your tea. The memory of all that. They can’t take that away from me.” If I were to change the lyrics to sing this to B, it would go,...

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Published on January 06, 2014 10:42

January 3, 2014

Plenty of Money and Meat


I had never heard this song before I started hunting for wedding playlist fodder, but from the opening bars, I was in love. And oh, what anyone could do with plenty of money and…whomever. This is track 16 on our playlist.


If I had an unlimited source of funds, I would hire a cook. Or, at least I would hire someone to do all the scut work for me. Someone to do the grocery shopping, and the chopping, and the cutting up of the chicken, and the washing up of the dishes after.


I want someone to cook...

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Published on January 03, 2014 11:17

January 2, 2014

Recipe for Romantic Comedy

I really, really, really wanted to put Recipe for Making Love, sung by Harry Connick, Jr. on our wedding playlist, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. In its absence, I decided on It Had to be You.



That’s #17 on our 18 song playlist.


It’s a good song, but not one I feel any real affection toward. When Harry Met Sally fans often love this song. I am neither a Harry, nor a Sally fan. In fact, I tried to rewatch that movie a few years ago and was horrified at how awful both of those people were. I’m...

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Published on January 02, 2014 07:48

January 1, 2014

I Got You, Babe

Leading up to our 10th anniversary celebration, I thought I’d run through the list of songs played at our wedding reception (our 2 hour long reception, if it was that long…ha!) and talk about why I picked them. Starting at the very end of the playlist, we had Sonny & Cher’s, I Got You, Babe.



My girlfriends and I used to play this game called This Song Applies To You on road trips. We’d pick a radio station, then the next song that came on applied to someone in the car. Usually, we’d work our w...

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Published on January 01, 2014 18:38