Uninvited Guests - to Our Wedding

Most girls dream of a big wedding. I guess I was one of those girls. But when it came time to plan my own, my mom and I had a long talk. Because we were getting married over Christmas vacation, things would be pretty hectic for everyone. I decided the two most important things to me were 1.) that I married Ryan and 2.) that I celebrate it with those I loved most--not everybody I've ever had a conversation with. So we had a quiet little reception with only close friends and family. For me, it was perfect. And Ryan....well, he was disappointed we didn't get steak as a main dish with little steaks as a side dish, but I think he was content otherwise.

My mom came across our guest book and sent it with me a few months ago. I went through the guest list and was surprised at some of the guests. Like I said, it was a small reception. How could there be guests I didn't invite? These uninvited guests include: Diana Ross, Jean Luc Picard, Spock, Romyulaus, Worf, Jordi, and something that looks like DHA or something. Now, the handwriting is varied for all of these signatures, so I'm thinking it was a group effort. Would anyone like to confess? Or tell on a friend? Or should I assume these people were really all there, and I was so off in la-la land that I didn't notice?

See Scott, you're the only one off the hook! Maybe being left out isn't so bad . . . ?

Two Easter Bunnies?

The Easter bunny never visited my mom at our house. If you know what I mean. So I assumed things would be the same at the Black residence. I took matters into my own hands and bought myself some candy this year I convinced the Easter bunny to leave a little pile of candy for me, next to the larger pile for Ryan. A nicle little pile of Reese's eggs. Mmmmm....

Imagine my surprise when I went to open the fridge and found a large cadbury egg in the door ice dispenser (what are those called anyway?). I ran and found Ryan who guessed there could be seven more eggs also hidden in the kitchen. He's a good guesser. That's exactly what I found. I was so excited to go on an Easter egg hunt! [I haven't had one of those since my freshman year of college when we had one with my special eggs and Earl (name NOT changed to protect the innocent) lost one, making the set useless. Luckily the cadbury hunt went much better!]

I was so touched that the Easter bunny remembered me. He must've made two trips to our house this year!

Growing up, my mom worked so hard to make each holiday a special one. I don't claim to have her thoughtfulness, but I definitely want to be like that. She was always a one-woman show when it came to that kind of thing and never really had any help.. I'm so grateful that I don't think I'll have to do it alone at our house.

That Time of Year

Remember our little problem from last spring? One year ago to the day, in fact. Well. Our situation hasn't improved. Not only are the grackles at it again, but apparently so are all of the other bird breeds. At least twice I've almost splattered a pair of mourning doves because they were . . . er . . . chasing each other in the air. Really, birds? You can't stop what you're doing for long enough to notice you're flying in the middle of the road and a car is careening toward you? I'm beginning to see why they call it the "birds and the bees." At least the birds part. My only comfort is the hope that we'll soon have some of these.