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Archive for 14 April 2012
Mr and Mrs Brennan B. – WHOO HOO!
The Mr and I were invited to a wedding, and of course, since it was Brennan and Lindsay, I wouldn’t have missed it! 
Naturally, they couldn’t get married in our church, which is at the end of our driveway. Noooo….they had to have the wedding in the town where she was originally from, so off we went.
I had checked Mapquest, read the directions sent with the invite, looked at Mapquest again, then Google Maps, read the directions several times, and just KNEW I could make it without getting lost. Uh huh! Let’s put it this way….it’s a darn good thing we left early! It was about an hour drive according to what Mapquest AND Google Maps said. *blink*
I know it said turn left at the first stop sign. So I did. And we drove….and drove…and drove. Ya know, it’s right pretty out that way, but the problem was, that wasn’t the way I was suppose to go. sigh… So, I finally turned around, and drove….and drove….and drove….and passed that stop sign, where I should have turned right, and drove…. THEN we got to the stop sign where I was suppose turn left. *shakes head* We made it! With 10 minutes to spare. 
Sadly, I forgot to take my regular camera…naturally…so the pictures I got aren’t all that great. I did try to get pics of the procession but what I got were a lot of blurs. 
So, here we have the groom, Brennan! 
Is it just me, or does he look terrified? LOL Evidently, I wasn’t the only who noticed. *snicker* Aw…that’s ok. He’s entitled. His life has now taken a whole different direction. Heh.
One thing I noticed….it seems to me they did this all a bit backwards. Aren’t the groomsmen suppose to escort the bridesmaids, then the best man enters with the groom, then the ring bearer, the maid of honor, then the bride? Hmmm… Well, there was the groom, the best man was followed by the groomsmen. 
Then the bridesmaids followed by the maid of honor, and ring bearers. Sadly, the little bitty one with the cute tight curls was too little bitty to be seen, and all I got as she passed by was a tiny blur. sigh… 
Dad almost didn’t give the bride, Lindsay, but finally, he let go. *tear* 
It was so cute.
Then, they had the vows. 
There was some hesitation, and I’ve yet to figure out if they were going to say them without prompting, or Brennan was zoning. Heh. But, they did get through it, and it all turned out ok. Then the rings. 
It took a bit to get his on. Do ya ever notice that it’s usually a wee bit harder to get the groom’s ring on than the bride’s? Wonder why that is? Is it cuz males are so resistant to be ‘claimed’? LOL
Now, I’ll be honest…I have NO idea what this was all about. 
They each took a rose out of a vase, and put them in a vase with other roses. Then they stood there a bit, whispering to each every once in a while.
Then, they were pronounced man and wife, everyone cheered, and we all tried to figure out where the reception was going to be held. Finally, someone gave out directions to the high school. Huh? Well, ok…this is a small town in Tennessee. So, we headed down the road, found the school, and it wasn’t the right school. Really? As I was parallel parking, and doing quite a good job of it too, someone stopped and let us know…it was the NEXT school down the road. Ummm… okie dokie.
Now, ya know you’re at a Southern wedding reception when you find yourself anxious to get the BBQ! Hey…it was good stuff! Well, it was until I bit my tongue. Lemme tell ya…hot BBQ sauce on a bleeding tongue is extremely painful! But that didn’t stop me from chowing down. That sucker didn’t quit bleeding until I waded through many tasty cakes and pies. No, I didn’t eat all of the yummy goodies. I took a couple of bites, and let the Mr have the rest.
I completely zoned taking pictures cuz there was so much going on, bumping my gums with folks, watching Brennan yank off the tie, jacket, vest, shirt and exposed his KISS t-shirt. Heh. The groom’s cake was KISS themed. Ya get the impression he has a thing for KISS? I’m not real sure why, cuz he’s pretty good with his country singin’ and pickin’.
ADDED: Found a picture of that cake! 
Brennan had it on his FB page. Seriously dude? It’s your WEDDING night! LOL
The tongue biting incident was bad enough, but then, poor Yvonne lost her crown. Oh…she was NOT a happy camper! 
Where else but small town USA could you call your dentist’s assistant, at home, on a Saturday, and get her to get a hold of the dentist so he can stick a crown back where it belongs? I just love it here!
Luckily, I managed NOT to get us lost on the way, and we thought it would be a good idea to pop by the old car show at one of the local eateries, and check out Rodney’s (neighbor and church member) restored Hudson. Well, we saw two really cool Hudsons, but no sign of Rodney. Oh well, that’s ok. We were both pretty tuckered by that time anyway. My jammies and bunny slippers were calling my name! It has been quite an eventful day.
Saturday Afternoon – At The Wedding – Laundry Done
Conservatives In The South Are Depressed – Faultline USA
“The Things About To Happen To These Honkeys, Crackers, Pigs, Pink People Is Long Over Due” – Weasel Zippers
‘The Magnificent Bastards’ remember fallen brothers – War On Terror News
Obama’s narcissism is getting a little out of bounds – Net Right Daily
Tennessee’s Death Tax One Step Closer to Its Own Demise – Blue Collar Muse
The Children’s Other Mom – Hilary Rosen Worries About Same Things Ann Romney Worries About – Maggie’s Notebook
Investing In Deceit – Be Sure You’re RIGHT, Then Go Ahead
Racism: It’s What’s For Dinner – Support Your Local Gunfighter
Obama-Endorsed #OWS American Spring Call to Violence: The Lynch the NYPD Edition – Atlas Shrugs
How Barack Obama will steal the 2012 Presidential Election – Your Daddy’s Politics
Government – The Evil Santa – Happy Tax Day – ARRA
Egyptian Presidential Elections – Dry Bones
Some Folks Fail To Recognize Full Benefit of Act 10 – Boots and Sabers
WHERE’S THE OUTRAGE FROM THE BLACK COMMUNITY OVER THIS? – KICKIN’ AND SCREAMIN’
One Of Us Is Goin’ Down….And It Ain’t Gonna Be Me!
As per my normal morning routine, I stagger into the kitchen with the intent of getting the coffee going, in the hopes that I’ll have at least one eye opened in short order. Naturally, all the cats followed me and took up various positions, one on the couch, one crunching some breakfast and two sitting at the window, with Mr Spot doing his occasional patting at the window when something is out there. Like he can dig his way out to get it? Heh. I figured it was one of the dogs that tends to wander around on regular basis. So, while the pot is filling up, I go to see what had his and Chubs’ interest.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
So…after the Mr chased ‘em off, what did they do? Why, they had to come around to the front, where I had just spent a small fortune on new plants and flowers to put on the porch. Previously, they had destroyed every single plant I stuck in a pot, along with the pots, or plopped in the ground. Nearly $500 worth of damage! And I’ve yet to see a dime from their owner! I wouldn’t have bothered this year if I had thought they were back. Well, not the originals, because….heh….they all went to peacock heaven! Want some feathers?
So, you’re asking…why not just take these out as well!? Well, I’d like to give the guy a chance to keep his evil fowl …. on HIS property. If not, then, I reckon we’re going to add to our collection of peacock feathers! Hopefully, if we do have to send them off to wherever peacocks go when they’ve been blown away, the male will still have all those feathers attached. 
Hey…he’s the one who told me to shoot ‘em if they kept coming around! I took him at his word!
It is not amusing to see a short chubby ol’ woman, with a bad heart and a fake knee flying out the front door in her jammies, chasing those evil creatures away from my flowers! Thank goodness the Mr didn’t have a camera in his hand! We went all the way around the house….big evil, followed by little ol’ woman, followed by the girlfriend, who had the gall to squawk at me! HUMPH!
I finally got them headed in the direction of home, and thought that was it. I waddled m’self back into the house, sat down, look up, and who is looking back at me? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! So, we had to do the Peacock Dance….again!
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
