Freak out

i got married and instead of leaving the reception with my new husband, i left with my friend jooles and some other nondescript dream friends. we ended up in far northern pennsylvania, and it started to snow. we found a lodge with a vacation package for 4 nights. i thought it was a good idea to stay there, until i remembered our 6:30 am flight to st. maarten. so i tried to get back to town to find j, but when i got there, we just kept running around in the same area, climbing through this weird house, and i couldn't get out, and i was still wearing my dress and parts started getting caught on things and ripping off....my veil, the bottom of the dress...and j and his dream friends didn't care, he was laughing and trying to wrestle with me. i was freaking out, and couldn't believe i had married this lunatic.

Truly New York

Wedding #2 is down.

It was pretty cool.
The wedding was held at the waterside at a park in Brooklyn between the Brooklyn bridge and the Manhattan Bridge. It was awesome. Even the noise from the subways going under the M bridge was cool.
And then, the bride had the entire party (with all Guests) walk the length of the Brooklyn bridge with her over to the other side for the reception! At sunset. (It was one of her and her beloved's first dates!) it was awesome. we have some pics, I don't know how to post them, but maybe when we get some free time I will harass el webmaster....

It was an emotional ceremony with a kick ass finish. Classy, yet cool. Jen and her fiancee...nee HUSBAND are true new yorkers in every sense! We stayed at the tribeca grand hotel. very swank. not very user friendly, but very swank. Cab rides, flower district, and City Hall restaurant.

Kudos to a great weekend on the town. Merci to the lovely newlyweds that are painting France red with their culinary palattes! Bonjour! or, the only French I know....No, Je Mal a latette. or something....

building our own little hut

well, we spent a good chunk of the last few days (more than we had anticipated, but isn't that always how home improvement tasks go?) building the Chuppah for our wedding.

My aunt made us the most gorgeously embroidered, fabric, top part (that most folks won't see but us!) and we are building the structure to hold it up. Heck of a job, actually.

OH, and for those of you who don't know, the Chuppah is what Jewish couples stand under when they get married. It symbolizes the openess of our house to all our loved ones.

Anyhoo...we are BUILDING one. we have to be out of our heads. Seriously. Yesterday we were all covered in plaster, sawdust, and spray paint, not to mention my unadulterated quest for styrofoam and wheat grass. It is almost like I'm at work...But indeed, tis a labor of love. And certainly one for the memory books. Especially when we force it upon our future children to use for their wedding!

Ahoy matey! Wedding on the horizon! Thar she blows!

You know how you run through your house when you are really busy, and you pick up one thing to move it into the next room but then get distracted by something else?...that is how we live right now.

I have so much to do! but it is fun stuff. Pretty fun stuff, actually.

Meetings and seating charts and errands, oh boy!

Not to mention all the excitment of the OTHER weddings we are going to every weekend.
At least we are getting a free meal from them, and then we are returning the favor. You know? We're even.

Everyone else will owe us. HA!

Current Events

I am real sorry that Reagan died over the weekend, and I am sure it is very hard for his family. As I understand it, he wasn't much himself in his last few years. I would think they would be relieved he isn't suffering anymore.

I just can't believe the to-do that is going on. It's unbelievable. They are parading his body from coast to coast, in the devilish heat (I can't believe that's any good for him) for all to see. They are closing down roads, DURING RUSH HOUR, to make a big spectacle at the capital building.

Not that I would ever be president, but I sure as hell wouldn't want my constituents to have to go out of their way in miles-long traffic jams just because I died.

Don't make a fuss over me. Please.

Ahh...summer

The best part of my job: June, July and August.

yahoo!

now I can be %100 Bride.

BRIDE PRIDE!

okay. now off to do laundry.

see, the deal was, I work like a dog for most of the year, and J is nice to me. He cleans, he cooks, he did laundry (what a guy--right, ladies?)
When I am off...I am nice to J. Meaning...I run the house while I am home. Shopping, cooking, laundry, cleaning...etc etc. I still am not sure about the dishes, though...I run from dishes. They scare me.
So, generally, it works out.

a small price to pay, really for sleeping in till whenever and the only appointment is a pilates class.

Ahh...

Supersized!

We caught Supersize Me over the long weekend.

Now, I know that "documentaries" can be edited or filmed in such a way that the whole thing is incredibly slanted. However, this one seemed to be pretty straightforward, honest, and confirmed suspicions that I have secretly held for years: That McDonald's and other fast food chains are secretly hoping to take over the world by addicting millions of people to their food, and then slowly killing us all off through massive heart failure--bad horror movie-style.

In case you haven't heard, it's a documentary about a guy who decides to eat McDonald's 3 times a day, for 30 days. It is also chock full of information about how we eat today. It's very enlightening, or so I thought.

Man, after watching that, I am going to be the most neurotic mother ever. Wait. That was probably going to happen anyways, but now REALLY it's going to happen.

They showed high school kids eating lunch. All they ate were french fries and soda. ack! (I already knew that, okay, I'm a teacher, but it is rough when you are watching it with all the statistics!)

The film gave numerous statistics about the amount of fat, calories and sugar included in various meals, how much of these devils the average person consumes...etc etc. It was truly horrifying and disgusting.

My most terrifying moment came when they talked about how the creators of Baskin and Robbins (mr. baskin and mr. robbins)both died an early death of a heart attack. From ice cream! I eat pretty well, but I can't NOT eat ice cream. I love it. I can eat less of it, but I will still want it...low carb diet be dammed. I'm doomed.

Anyway, highly recommended...and I think it should be shown for educational value in schools. Kids are rotting their brains. and their bodies. More so than ever.