Speaking of chairs...

How perfect is our wedding gift from the Murray's? 

making a house

Eamon and I finally picked out a dining room table. I really wanted to go white - I absolutely fell in love with this set up from Pottery Barn: 

But, when I went in, I really didn't like the swatch at all. But I still really liked the table. So we got it in the darker wood instead. I think it will work well in the space.  

I never quite realized how much it cost to buy chairs. Ouch bro. But, I think it was worth it! The table was delivered a week or so ago, but Eamon's going to pick-up the chairs tomorrow. I'll scope it out when I go down next weekend. 

mia, all for good reasons

I have been mia for quite a bit - but it's for a good reason!

Post-weddingpalooza, things haven't really calmed down. still in the process of changing my name, and hit a huge snafu when I changed my Web site. Basically, the damn thing imploded. {le sigh}

Updates are on the way. I promise. 

a teaser... {weddingpalooza}

a irish joke...it of course involves drinking

with the wedding rapidly approaching, i've been stressing, trying to get everything done. i got this joke in my email this morning, and thought it was good enough to share. it's teh end of the week, and we could all use a laugh!

An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry , walks into the Pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone.

An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers.

Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?"

"Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies. "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America , and the other to Australia . We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond."

The bartender and the whole town were pleased with this answer, and soon the Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and a source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.

Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening. He orders only two beers. The word flies around town. Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.

The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know - the two beers and all"

The man ponders this for a moment, then replies, "You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent."

Happy Friday!

pointless stalking...

Despite the fact that I can do absolutely nothing about it, I am checking the weather for the wedding every day. Call it being masochistic prepared. 

i have mail...

i've been running to the mailbox these days, anxiously awaiting the rsvp cards for the wedding. due tomorrow, and we don't even have half of them back yet, including people that we know are coming. guess we're having a major call-a-thon this weekend. 

while there have been a few surprises both ways, we've been very happy with (most of) the responses that we've gotten. as we've said all along, this is really more about having all of our friends and family around us as we take our next step. otherwise we would have just eloped :o)

so if you're hoarding your rsvp card SEND IT BACK!

it's been awhile

with 36 days until the wedding, things have been crazy enough planning. but, life doesn't stop during this time, so we've been dealing with a bunch of other things, some major. 

i promised jayde a bridal shower post, and i will certainly get to that. but first i'd like to take the time to thank the people who have been supporting my family during the past month. you know who you are, and i absolutely appreciate your words of strength. 

running buddy

i think i may have found a running buddy. my coworker jill, who designed my frakking-fantastic svae-the-dates, is willing to go running after work. we'll start with the campus loop and go from there.

i hate running, and so does jill, and we both are endurance-minded trainers. her legs are noticably shorter than mine, but i think it will work well. 

bert the farting hippo

carol, grandma and i are really big NCIS addicts. it started with reruns on USA network. now that mimi has a dvr, there is no end in sight.

in the show, one of the characters has a stuffed hippo named bert that farts when you hug it. i really wanted to get one for carol for christmas, but after scouring the internet, i came up empty. some guy in the UK makes them and sells them for $100, but that seemed excessive. thank god for youtube. 

here we have a diy tutorial that's easy enough to understand. the trick is finding the perfect hippo. mine came from one of the many trips eamon and i have made to ikea over the past month. i smuggled it home to mass, and after two surgeries, bert is farting like a fiend. 

needless to say, she loved it, and it was my favorite christmas gift to give.