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Friday, January 30, 2009
The Pork and the Beans
Okay, so it's been how long since my last entry?? Hmm.. not even gonna bother counting. And why did i stop writing? Well, first i got busy with the wedding, then when i finally sat down to talk about the stag and doe and wedding, well, the "remembering of the details" got a little taxing and it annoyed me. So now here we are, 3 months later, with a wedding, Christmas, new years, new puppy and endless little trinkets having gone by and now I'll have to try and remember all THAT instead of just one event. Good stuff! Man I'm smart.
Now I'm not going to try to shove all the hundreds of photos on here, but I'll add in a few i suppose. This is obviously our wedding. The fake eating of the cake shot. As for the wedding, it went as well as could be expected. There were a few snags here and there, but hey, i kinda expected there to be more havoc than what arose, so it was a pleasant surprise that it all worked out. There were a few humorous things that happened, for example Chloe, the not-wearing-any-underwear flower girl decided to try to climb up on the window sill during the ceremony and hiked up her dress to do so. That was all happening behind me, so i wasn't privy to the view!
All in all it was a great night, but i for one was completely exhausted by about 11pm and was ready for bed. My brand new hubby was drunk outta his mind and dancing the night away, so there was no going back to the honeymoon sweet anytime soon. Luckily for me, the room closed at 1am, so we all hadda leave, but there was no sleeping just yet. First, Rob couldn't find his clothes. So he was spotted by several people being led down the hallway by my cousin Ljuba just wearing his underwear. It was so nice the next day to have my uncle Angus who came all the way down from Nova Scotia to say "So Kathryn.. Your new husband. Being led around the halls in his underwear by other women." And it was even better to hear my cousin Blaine the next day say "So Kathryn.. Your new husband. In a bedroom, sitting on a bed, with the door closed, talking to a young girl we all nicknamed "Boobs" while in his underwear. You okay with that?" Well, i knew who "Boobs" was. And there was nothing goin' on! So yes. I actually was! Then we were alone in the room, and all he could think about was how hungry he was. He didn't want the left over pizza from the "starlight buffet" that was all in the next room, so i was looking through all the hotel information for something that would deliver, or atleast if the kitchen was still open for the 3am-hungry guests. Not a chance. We even went downstairs to check with the front desk as to what's open at this time and do they deliver. Ya. It's Grimsby. Nothings open. So atleast Michael (the original Michael who's ass Rob was gonna kick if he f'ed up anymore) gave us change for the vending machine. So atleast we eventually got some food. Chips, gigantic limpy cookies and chocolate bars. Unfortunately we originally had bagels with cream cheese in our room, but ya, did either of us think to close the bag so they wouldn't go rock hard, or put the cream cheese in the fridge? Of course not! Ah well. There was alcohol. That was the most important thing!
Yes, I'm a little out of order with these shots, but it's my blog and i can be unorganized if i want to. I just loved this pic of Michelle doing my makeup, and i wanted to show it off again. And here's 2 more of my fave shots....
In total, that would be the wedding party.
I hafta say though, one thing i absolutely loved was the fact that everyone who had a part in the wedding, was a friend of ours! Our MC and DJ are brothers and old friends (newer friends to Rob, but they get along great) our wedding cake was made by Rob's sister, Rob's mom made the flower girl dresses, the Photographer was a friend of my sisters, the hairdresser was a friend of my friend, my makeup artist is my cousin, it just made the day so much better and intimate i guess. There wasn't a bunch of strangers running around, with the exception of Gonzo's chicken. (our original wedding planner was Karisa, but she was off that night, so it was handed over to a woman who for some reason i thought her name was Camilla. So everyone made fun of me and we called her Gonzos chicken. 'Cause there has to be someone with a nickname at every event.)
And here is our new addition, which we got about the middle of December i think. His name is Kermit, and he's a cross between a Jack Russel and a Boston Terrier. Yeesh, he's alotta work, especially when you've only ever owned cats. But he's so much fun. Here he is in one of his favourite spots. Snuggled up with his Daddy's dirty underwear. Mmm... love it.
And recently we've nicknamed our pets Pork and Beans. Obviously the fat cat would be the pork, and the hyperactive dog would be the beans. But he's the beans for 2 reasons. Not only does he have jumping beans in his pants, he has rotten beans leaking out of his ass. I've never smelled something more rancid than what comes out of that dog. And it's so thick that it just hangs in the air, your futile attempts to fan it away is absolutely no match to 'rancid toots' as it just adheres to all surfaces until you're completely surrounded and gagging in disgust. All the while Beans is across the room sleeping under the chair fully unaware the chaos he's created only a few feet away.
Alright, that'll hafta be enough for today. Gotta go dig the dog outta the laundry and take him for a poop.