It’s demanded that wedding decor be a reflection of the couple’s tastes. Tom leans towards the simple and fresh while I typically fall face-first into the OMG (Oh My Gross) category. My personal taste tends to come across like one of those abstract splatter paintings. Others want to like. They squint, stare, and try to appreciate the… Continue reading Deanna Does Details. I…Mostly Do Donuts.
I can’t believe none of you have told me to shut the pie hole and zip and then can the proverbial “it”. I suspect it’s because you’re all so nice. But as the old adage goes, nice guys finish last have to trudge through thousands of words and words and more words just to get the real, one-sentence… Continue reading 37,361 Words (Give or Take Some Thousands)
Plus or minus three-ish weddings. Okay, so maybe just exactly one wedding. Math was never my thing. I’m chugging on down to Georgia today for what’s sure to be the beautiful wedding of my beautiful cousin, Lanie, this weekend. I played an integral part in almost getting her kidnapped as kids. It’s cool. She had… Continue reading Four Weddings & A Roadtrip
As a college student, I briefly nannied this horrible shit of a Kindergartener. I say “briefly” because when one’s head and heart tells them to address a 5-year-old as a “shit” (even internally), it becomes clear that career choices at some point were askew. Also his mother paid me like a blind beggar, insisting she was shoving silent… Continue reading It’s Yertle The Turtle Again, Isn’t It?
It’s Latin for “rockin’ great start to the party, y’all”. That’s paraphrased, of course, but just barely. Whatever the root and origin, the ceremony was big and festive and bright. I am waiting on a landing of a cement staircase. Hide The Bride, I think this game is called. I strain to hear the music I’m told has started. I… Continue reading Festivus Ceremonious Maximus