Hooray the washing machine is here! We got an oversized load machine and that tub is HUGE. We'll be doing about two loads a week - one hots and one colds!

Chris forwarded to me a link to a website of someone we know. They're engaged (maybe married already?) and had the the photo of her hand with the engagement ring. I'll go ahead and address this now. No...we're not going to take that photo. My hands haven't seen a manicure since I left Houston. Even then, they weren't photo ready because I'd leave the manicure place and play football or go for a bike ride. If you're really lucky, I won't post my famous flag-football injury picture of my black and green ankle. That would be way more me, although not very helpful in envisioning wedded bliss.

And finally....(trumpet blare here), we have our first usher. Sean Kramer, Houston friend, SJV Young Adult pal, flag-football buddy, agreed to usher at the wedding. So, hooray!!! Now to talk to the next person I'd like to usher, and we'll have another step of the process done.
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I ran across this joke while sitting here waiting for Sears to bring my washer. Clinton fans, please avert your eyes, I have no wish to cause any heart ache!

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the pearly gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.

He asked St. Peter, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man. "Whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie." replied St. Peter

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's Bill Clinton's clock?" asked the man.

"Clinton's clock is in God's office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

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Talking to Sean yesterday, turns out I have a bigger reading audience than I thought. Umm...Hi Houston! I'm sorry that today's blog is a bit more mundane...

So now we're in the the-devil-is-in-the-details stage of planning. Kauffman's called yesterday evening to set up an appt to register for gifts. We're trying to finalize details on the rehearsal dinner and who to invite/not invite. Do we invite 120 out of towners or do we have just the wedding party? Do we have a unity candle at the ceremony? I'm thinking not. Lovely sentiment and all that, but I'm thinking simpler for the whole event. So far the big stuff was really easy, but I suspect is the smaller questions that will end up being the toughest.

Last night I was pulling weeds in the garden (obviously not having learned my lesson from the poison ivy I got this weekend) and contemplating the boom in children 10 and under in the neighborhood. Apparently over the winter, half of the 10 and under crowd in Pittsburgh moved to Shady Dr. One child spent an hour talking loudly with/yelling at...himself. Another small herd went up and down the sidewalk on foot, skateboard, scooter, and bike. The good news is they were having a great time, but I never did find out what was keeping them so entertained. Then there are the great stories we've experienced with the two boys next door. They're the cutest things, but they're all boy. One day they were throwing rocks at squirrels in the trees...with the rocks landing on our cars. Another day, Tyler decided to play jump rope with a chain...and smacked himself in the back of the head with it. Maybe instead of a dozen boys for our Tour de France team (we need some support crew in there), we'll shoot for a smaller number - like a girls tennis pair.
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