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And they began happily ever after…

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:32:12 -0700

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Bean looking beyond lovely, complete with hair styled in likeness to a shot of Selena Gomez via her request (Bean’s, not Selena’s) with a dramatic side sweep of curls. Having shopped around for veils and fascinators galore, and remaining less than thrilled with what was available, I fashioned her one myself, along with the accompanying lock to Shane’s key and a secret childhood ode nestled within for those in the “nose” only.

Sporting red felt suspenders that’ve been mine since the age of two, Elliott could hardly have been cuter as ring bearer. I love being regaled with the latest stories often showcasing the wisdom he possesses far beyond his years. However, that all went to pot upon his discovering the power of a microphone. With his father emceeing the reception, Elliott chose to treat easy access to the mic as a confessional. Several “confessions” in, he announces, “Sometimes I put my toys away,“ and a beat later, tugging on his dad’s tie to lower the microphone yet again, he continues, “And sometimes, I don’t.”

Taking a Chance on Love.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:31:32 -0700

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The groom representing his country of origin via the bride’s gift of cufflinks handcrafted and distressed by a friend. That evening’s dance partner- though not upstaging the groom- he certainly knew how to make an entrance, adding a palatable amount of punk to the soiree with his top hat, mohawk, studs, and kilt. His skirt was nearly prettier than mine.

Possessing the key to another’s heart. Five years into a serious relationship sure to culminate in matrimony, Shane walked into Bean’s life, and quickly confused the matter with his undivided attention and common kindnesses mostly abandoned by the boyfriend (his accent didn’t seem to hurt either). Does she stick around and see it through with so much time invested with someone already, or does she risk it all for something possibly more fulfilling, something sparked to fire by one that only glimmers with the other. That better fit. Though not without its pain or difficulty, Bean chose, and chose well, despite the risk of coupling with a guy four years her junior which at the time, seemed a largish gap, as Shane was a mere twenty. Now at twenty-six, and one of seven brothers all or mostly in or on the way to wedded bliss, he seems cut from a cloth of devotion. They provide hope that a love that's true will yet find me as well.

But a few details.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:30:25 -0700

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Be Our Guest.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:29:43 -0700

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Putting my wonkish writing to good use. It was a circus-themed affair peppered heavily with an array of Disney references as Bean loves Disney nearly as much as she loves books, and Shane loves Disney nearly as much as he loves Bean.

It goes without saying.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:28:42 -0700

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Portable cake- a large tiered tower of salted caramel cuppiecakes in the most blueish of velvet, as opposed to the all too common red, was enjoyed by most all. NOTE: don’t lick the salt, eat it alongside the caramel and cake. Le and duh.

Mini Cinnamon Swirl Trifles.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:13:01 -0700

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Thanks be to the backup ham.

In talking with Bean about the next steps in getting the meal from the kitchen to the table, she glanced over my shoulder off into the distance. I looked at her questioningly and as she brought her gaze back to me, she says, "Out your window there, I thought I saw something blowin' in the wind," to which of course I reply, "I do hope it's the answer, my friend." I'd just made a rather bloody go of carving a leg of lamb. Or trying. The result was nothing short of a small scale slaughter, unfortunately.

That hunk of meat- in a word, gelatinous. With no time to run my usual pre-holiday test when serving up a new main dish, I chose to wing it resulting in less than stellar results. With each passing hour, what should have produced a medium rare ode to the lamb that gave its life, instead proved a challenge for even my most worthy of knives. Minutes passed by as I sawed away, at last arriving at a near liquid center. Yummy. Clearly no reasonable passage of time was going to allow us to serve it up that day, so in the end, it was given the heave-ho. Thankfully, I'd been porkin' the roast, uh, roastin' the pork all along, taking our ham from second star to the right all the way to lonestar status.

And dessert? Twasn't to be trifled with.

Peep, peep, peep! Cheap.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:09:18 -0700

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Here a peep, there a peep, everywhere a- yeah, yeah, this year I skewered ‘em.

Stay Puft.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:08:22 -0700

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And that they did, despite their status on a stick.

Bacon weaving.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:07:05 -0700

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For maximum porkly punch packed per square inch.

Tomorrow is another day.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 01:06:03 -0700

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With hair nearly down to my bum again, thought I could afford to fiddle (dee-dee). The bottom twoish inches have gone green.

Easy-peasy, darlin'.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:54:04 -0700

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Testing a few recipes for Easter as of late. Today’s contribution is dressed in green, of course. Roasted asparagus. Couldn’t be simpler. Here, with garlic and lemon, though I’m thinking prosciutto and orange zest will ultimately win out.

Rollin’ in the green.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:52:57 -0700

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Presenting cash as a gift? Make ’em work for it. The effort really pays.

In other things green and full of blarney…

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:51:40 -0700

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Wasn’t off to a rightly Irish start this morning what with a Spanish omelette for brunch, but dining with a “Shannon” in attendance counts for something. Also something- a new olive loveseat! My dad likens it to Camille’s settee. It keeps this rather large peace lily company, one of my favorite recent findings. And today’s? Picked up a slide whistle and now life’s 2.5 times more the comedic wonder.

Stars among the carbs.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:50:08 -0700

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Someone had a birthday sometime back. She was gifted a cake. She liked it. She doesn’t generally speak of herself in the third person. But, she’s begun, and now can’t seem to stop.

Online.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:48:37 -0700

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Birds alit the wire just up the street, as I looked on seeking signs of new growth. I love when they show up out of the blue.

Octonanna.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:47:15 -0700

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Camonanna.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:45:43 -0700

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It's never as bad as it looks.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sat, 02 Mar 2013 15:15:42 -0800

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Oh, I'm pretty sure that was worse. Call it a crummy way to start the new year. I almost lost my dad. A standard procedure he’d been putting off until after his ticker was fully mended, was nearly the end of him. It all went terribly wrong. Hope I’m not presumptive in proclaiming our having rounded third and nearing home, at long last. Shane's observation of my dad’s doc being akin to Steve Zahn can only be a good thing, yes? Last year, I got to check out the portion of land surrounding the home where my dad grew up. The sun provided the best dappling by which to capture it all by.

Entering the tainment.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sat, 02 Mar 2013 15:14:48 -0800

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I was easily sidetracked with a simple glance downward where this big little guy was found munching away on lunch. You could even hear the crunch of the leaf which made for oddly novel entertainment. Just look at the number of texture types to be found on him! And to think, I’d previously dubbed slugs “the hidden enemy”.

You should seed this.

nobody@flickr.com (SnugBug216) — Sat, 02 Mar 2013 15:13:20 -0800

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Ripe fruit for the picking. Count it the second year in a row now with less than desirable conditions coinciding and conflicting with my annual moviefest. The Oscar show itself, at least, seemed packed with references culled from a number of my own personal interests, the shiny cherry atop a soupy sundae.

Captain Kirk!
boobs & puppets (but not together)
Waltz- fellow astronomy aficionado- won
dancing
kilt-wearing
the HULK
Downey, Jr.
more dancing
the short film Curfew won
Did I mention Captain Kirk?
Zorro’s wife singing
Christopher Plummer ushered in by The Sound of Music