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It’s not a wedding without boas and bananas…

24 Jun

One of my best friends from college is getting married this weekend, and I’m beyond excited to get out of dodge for a bit and go cut loose.  She and her hubby-to-be are incredibly fun people, and I know the celebration will be stellar.  The wedding is on an organic farm that serves as much of the dinner as possible from their fields, so I’m also looking forward to a tasty meal.  And I’m hopeful that this will be a wedding to rival our own…but…the thing is, it is hard to top the weddings that my family throws.  The parties are epic.  If you don’t have a good time at our family weddings, then you truly are a stick in the mud.  Seriously.  Our wedding was such a good time, we got married a second time just to throw the party again.  (Seriously.  We got married twice.  That is also sort of a “thing” in the family – but more on that later).

Anyhow, it has become family tradition to introduce a traditional “prop” into the celebration. It all started when a cousin of mine got married to an Irish girl – in Ireland.  We had all heard that it is traditional at English weddings for the ladies to wear hats – so the whole darn family trouped into a hat rental shop and had a blast trying on hilarious, over the top hats.  We figured that this was the only time it would be acceptable for us to wear a hat, so why not go big?  Needless to say, we were the only people – besides the mother of the bride – at the wedding who were wearing hats.  Ridiculous hats.  Think big bows and poof’s and netting.  It was awesome.

Anyhow, the tradition continued with boas at the next celebration – and they were so much fun that they stuck.  The family now has a giant bag of traveling boas that moves from family wedding to family wedding.  They get broke out right about the time the dancing starts to heat up – normally in conjunction with Love Shack (greatest dance song ever!) or Footloose.  At my first wedding (pay attention, I said I got married twice!), for some reason, there was an abundance of bananas around the house, and in a stroke of genius, my mom or aunt or someone with true vision handed them out during the Grease Megamix, and a new tradition was born – banana microphones:

The appeared at wedding two during “Don’t Stop Believing” – it was epic.  The pictures don’t lie:

Don’t lie – you wish you were there.

Anyhow – I’m pretty excited for my friend’s wedding.  She is marrying a great guy, they will make beautiful babies (hopefully very soon so they can play with our little guys!), and they are a great match.  But I’m most excited because – she asked me to bring the boas.  Oh yeah…

It’s not me, it’s my phobia

23 Jun

We’ve lost both of our garage door openers.  Both of them.  Don’t even get me started on how we pulled this off, but it is extremely inconvenient.  When I get home, I have to run around to the back of the house and let myself in, open the garage door, get back in the car, and drive the kiddo’s in.  Anyhow, today I was going through the familiar rigamarole…but Lyndo had locked the back door.  I dug through my purse, found the keys, and made my way to the front door – except – a visitor made it there first.  A HUGE, MASSIVE, GINARMOUS wasp flew up and under the front screen door – and didn’t come out.

If you have a phobia, you will understand my next reaction – because, you see, I am extremely, irrationally scared of wasps, hornets, and bees.  Not, “oh my gosh, that bug could bite me and it could hurt” scared, but more of an I-can’t-move-I’m-going-to-die-if-that-thing-comes-near-me irrational fear.  So…despite it being ridiculously hot out, both kids in the car waiting for me to get them out, and being in a hurry, there was absolutely no way that I could go up to the front door and let myself in.  I mean, that massive wasp was right there, just waiting to scare me into a puddle of fear.  No way was I going to dance with the devil!

So…I did what any irrationally-acting rational woman would do – I had to take a screen out of a window, pry open the window, and crawl in the house like a criminal.

Today’s laugh at Janelle is brought to you by Apiphobia.

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