Thursday, October 13, 2005

An afternoon with the nephews

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As soon as Casey saw me get my camera out of my purse, he came running so he wouldn't miss out. Patrick, meanwhile, just posed as a homicidal maniac.

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Patrick tried his best to kill the shrub.

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I don't know if you can make it out, but the best part of the photo is the orange Kool-Aid mustache.

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Oh, cute.

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Casey, waiting on the trolley. See that fabulously spiky hair? He did that himself, using my hair gel.

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Patrick, up close and personal.

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A view from the trolley.

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Patrick peeking.

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The Pyramid.

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Another of The Pyramid.

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Under the overpasses.

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Patrick, stretching out.

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At the zoo, checking out this ape that was whooping it up.

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He looks like he's about to head out on safari or something.

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Nap time for the killer.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Modest matrimony

My sister Krissie married Keith White on Oct. 8. It was a small gathering of family and friends at my family's church, Saltillo United Methodist. I was the maid of honor, so I didn't get to take any pictures during the ceremony, just before and after. So, without further ado, Wedding Mania '05.


The entrance.


Casey, waiting for his mom to come outside and prepare to walk the aisle. He and Patrick, instead of my dad, gave her away. It was really sweet.


Patrick and his cousin (?) Dylan (?) waiting for the ceremony to start.


This was taken after the ceremony, while everyone was taking pictures in front of the altar. The flower petals were dropped by my sister's step-granddaughters, one of whom ran out of petals halfway down the aisle and ran back in embarrassment. I'm not really sure whose shoe that is.


I wish this one wasn't so blurry, but all my photos are blurry. Anyway, I think it's cute because my sister is covering her mouth so she's probably laughing at something inappropriate.


My dad cozied up to the radio to eat his reception food so he could hear the UT game. They lost, but it didn't really dampen his spirits, as you'll see later.


Cutting the cake. No cake was forcefully crammed into any mouths, surprisingly enough.


My brother made up a little tune he called "The Wedding Song," and my dad wandered in and made up a little dance for it. It was hilarious. I'm not sure if the hilarity translates in these photos. Just trust me.


It reminded me so much of David Brent's improvised dance, only my dad's dance wasn't horrifying and embarrassing and we were laughing.


Hee.


Still not sure whose shoe that was.


Birdseed to hurl at the happy couple. My sister got off a lot lighter than at her last wedding, where we pelted the couple with rice and sprayed them with SuperSoakers. We had also piled baby powder in front of the car's vents (it was June, so the AC came on and poofed it in their faces) and we tied cans to the bumper and wrote all over the windows. Oh yeah, and we greased the door handles.


This time around, no one had come prepared to vandalize their truck, so as the couple was getting ready to come outside to leave, my brother went next door to the convenience store and bought some shoe polish. As he was writing all over the truck, they came outside and caught us cheering Evan's vandalism on. That's when we pelted them with birdseed and they sped off into the night.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

What I miss the most

The weekend in Nashville/Red Boiling Springs/Murfreesboro was nothing short of fabulous. These aren't all the photos, of course, and if any of you want copies of these, let me know and I'll send you larger files or photos that aren't included here. Somehow, however, I managed to not snap a single picture of Amanda or Adam, though I remember stumbling out onto the smokers' porch to do just that. How did that happen? How will Amanda and Adam prove that they weren't at the scene of some crime when the cops force them to provide an alibi for the night of Oct. 1? HOW?

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Quite a crowd at the Vandy-MT game. I inadvertantly hit old people in the head with my purse so many times they I began to suspect I was doing it on purpose.

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The Band of Blue, playing a Lionel Richie song.

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Amber and Robert E. Lee—I mean Patrick.

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She's crushing him!

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The lads from Hendersonville.

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$5 funnel cakes.

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Kristin and Nick.

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Kristin and Amber.



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Chad and Cox.

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Winning rules, as we found out.

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Weee! Winning.

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Donkey noises?

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Aw, Cox and Amber.

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Wendy, preparing to nap?

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Chad, preparing to continue napping.

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Joey, giving me a go to hell look.

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The fabulous Nashville skyline.

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Amber snuck that sign in inside her purse despite a ban on all large items and signs, and it gave at least a few onlookers a thrill.

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Amber and her dad, who hid his sheer amazement at the cleverness of her sign.

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Two football games in two days is quite the record for me.

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Piles of smiles.

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The birds, they are flying.

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So long, Nashville. I'll be back for my heart later.