Okay, so I'm not trying to be sacrilegious
: my cousin Mary got married this weekend to Jesus, the love of her life from El Savador. It was quite the multicultural event. How many times in your life do you get to polka, salsa, twist, and rock 'n roll in one night? ...Oh, and I nearly forgot listening to Kermit the Frog sing "The Rainbow Connection." I actually discovered this muppet tune happens to be my brother-in-law's favorite. It was difficult to say which was more precious - Christian singing with Kermit or the overzealous flower girl (my cousin Diane's daughter Gabby) who was so intent on dropping her rose petals. The simple pleasures in life ....
There were extraordinary things happening left and right throughout the evening on Saturday. Steph even got Grandma on the dance floor. I thought I'd showcase the lovely dancing duo here. Cheryl Burke and the rest of Dancing with the Stars better watch out.
Driving home in my hotwire.com deal of a car -- $99 for four days with unlimited mileage -- a silvery blue Kia that handled extraordinarily well through the mountains near Hazelton and Scranton and made me feel a bit like a Nascar driver provided a much needed change of environment and pace. Words here will not do justice in conveying just how supercalifragilisticexpialidocious it was to be home. Of course, my mother over did it a bit with home decorating, but nonetheless it was home, and it was restful, and it was glorious. Indeed, my brother and I were inspired to rename the road on which we live from Dunham Hill Rd to the Hill of Dunham.
There were extraordinary things happening left and right throughout the evening on Saturday. Steph even got Grandma on the dance floor. I thought I'd showcase the lovely dancing duo here. Cheryl Burke and the rest of Dancing with the Stars better watch out.
Driving home in my hotwire.com deal of a car -- $99 for four days with unlimited mileage -- a silvery blue Kia that handled extraordinarily well through the mountains near Hazelton and Scranton and made me feel a bit like a Nascar driver provided a much needed change of environment and pace. Words here will not do justice in conveying just how supercalifragilisticexpialidocious it was to be home. Of course, my mother over did it a bit with home decorating, but nonetheless it was home, and it was restful, and it was glorious. Indeed, my brother and I were inspired to rename the road on which we live from Dunham Hill Rd to the Hill of Dunham.
As you can see, I was in need of a good dose of home. And, now it is time for some sleep. I've been horribly undisciplined of late about getting enough rest. I have this silly habit of staying up late doing senseless things like downloading my photos and blogging.
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