When Tom and I first moved in together, he spent an outrageous sum of money on a very beautiful Christmas tree, having grown up with fake ones for most of his life. After that first year, the novelty wore off, and he realized that having a real tree is a bit more work than he had anticipated.
The past two years, we haven't had xmas decorations, much less a tree. Two years ago I was traveling like crazy, and last year we were in between houses. I think maybe I had a wreath. So when I announced to Tom earlier this month that I fully intended to get a tree, let's say he was less than thrilled...
They're such a mess...
Where are we going to put it - we don't have room for our regular stuff...
It's two weeks 'til Christmas - why bother...
They're too expensive...
And so forth... But I dug in my heels. We compromised: I could get a tree, but he wanted nothing to do with it. Ha -- a familiar refrain to many wives (kind of like the dog he wanted, but I make sure she has food and gets baths on a regular basis...but I digress!) So off I went to Home Depot tonight, where decent trees can still be had for $29.
The chase was on, however, for the stand. I went down to our house in Plymouth after Thanksgiving and collected all of our holiday decorations. No stand to be found. I don't know what it is with these things -- I'm fairly certain that in the nearly 15 years that I've been living on my own, I've bought at least five or six of them. They mysteriously disappear every few years...no doubt still attached to a tree and thrown out in a fit of rage when they fail to unscrew.
Target: sold out. Kmart: cleared out. Home Depot: nada. Yikes -- I have a freshly cut tree and no stand! I'm about to run out to the 24-hour CVS in Porter Square when my mother-in-law calls me from the front door: wait! My sister-in-law may have an extra! Many, many thanks to Judy who dug through her basement and found a spare stand!
A little help from my father-in-law getting the tree upstairs and upright in the stand, and presto: Heather has her tree.
Take that, Tommy! ;)
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
A very Aimee Christmas...
Tom and I have been ridiculously sick for the past week or so -- as in "missed my work's holiday party Saturday night" level of sick. And I can't remember the last time we were sick at the same time, so it's an added bonus to have two miserable people in the house. Needless to say, the dog has been camping out with Tom's parents for hours on end, only coming up to make sure we're alive when she wants to be fed.
A few months ago, I bought us tickets to an Aimee Mann concert at the Somerville Theater tonight for Tom's birthday -- he is a huge fan! We didn't read the fine print and were disappointed to learn a week or so ago that it's a Christmas concert, not a regular show. And by this week, feeling as lousy as we did, I can't say that either of us was mustering up a lot of enthusiasm. If the concert had been anywhere other than just over a mile away, we probably would have bagged it.
And we would have missed an awesome, very eclectic show!
For starters, the Somerville Theater in Davis Square is a wonderful place to see a show. Plenty of parking, cheap refreshments (as neither of us was up for a beer, we paid just $4 for a soda and tea!), and the theater portion of the building makes for a very intimate setting. To our delight, Aimee Mann is very down to earth, with a wonderful sense of humor and biting sarcasm (and occasional potty mouth!). The evening was emceed by a rising comedian, Todd Barry, from New York who has that really dry, laid-back personality that quickly had us in stitches. Mann was joined on stage by artists Juliana Hatfield (I can't believe she's 40 -- she looks about 20!) and Nellie McKay (wonderful, very different type of singer whom we had never heard of, but thoroughly enjoyed). Lots of funny, off-beat holiday songs, including a number by the preggo Hanukah Fairy, and a hillarious three-part film that spoofed The Christmas Carol and starred notable actors like John C Reilly and Michael Cera. I almost died laughing!
To Tom's neverending joy, about halfway through the show, Mann says, to hell with this -- not everyone likes Christmas songs, and proceeds with six or so of her own songs, including one or two from her latest album. What an incredible voice -- and as Tom pointed out, with so little perceptible effort!
The show ended up being a real treat! Happy birthday, honey!
A few months ago, I bought us tickets to an Aimee Mann concert at the Somerville Theater tonight for Tom's birthday -- he is a huge fan! We didn't read the fine print and were disappointed to learn a week or so ago that it's a Christmas concert, not a regular show. And by this week, feeling as lousy as we did, I can't say that either of us was mustering up a lot of enthusiasm. If the concert had been anywhere other than just over a mile away, we probably would have bagged it.
And we would have missed an awesome, very eclectic show!
For starters, the Somerville Theater in Davis Square is a wonderful place to see a show. Plenty of parking, cheap refreshments (as neither of us was up for a beer, we paid just $4 for a soda and tea!), and the theater portion of the building makes for a very intimate setting. To our delight, Aimee Mann is very down to earth, with a wonderful sense of humor and biting sarcasm (and occasional potty mouth!). The evening was emceed by a rising comedian, Todd Barry, from New York who has that really dry, laid-back personality that quickly had us in stitches. Mann was joined on stage by artists Juliana Hatfield (I can't believe she's 40 -- she looks about 20!) and Nellie McKay (wonderful, very different type of singer whom we had never heard of, but thoroughly enjoyed). Lots of funny, off-beat holiday songs, including a number by the preggo Hanukah Fairy, and a hillarious three-part film that spoofed The Christmas Carol and starred notable actors like John C Reilly and Michael Cera. I almost died laughing!
To Tom's neverending joy, about halfway through the show, Mann says, to hell with this -- not everyone likes Christmas songs, and proceeds with six or so of her own songs, including one or two from her latest album. What an incredible voice -- and as Tom pointed out, with so little perceptible effort!
The show ended up being a real treat! Happy birthday, honey!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Happy Larry Bird to Tom!
He's sick as a dog and has a final tonight, but be sure to wish Tom a happy 33rd birthday!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy turkey!
Happy Thanksgiving all! Tom and I were at the Gobble-Gobble-Gobble, Somerville Road Runner's annual Thanksgiving Day road race, celebrating ten years since my friend Cindy first introduced me to him at the race in '98. Always makes for a fun story when people ask how I met my husband!
This afternoon we deep-fried a turkey for the first time. We've heard horror stories about how folks have almost burned down their houses, so yes, a fire extinguisher was on hand! In the end, no flames and probably one of the best, juiciest turkeys I've ever had. Clean-up, however, is bound to be a pain -- we're hoping the oil coagulates overnight and we can scoop it out, but I'm wondering if it will be cold enough...
This afternoon we deep-fried a turkey for the first time. We've heard horror stories about how folks have almost burned down their houses, so yes, a fire extinguisher was on hand! In the end, no flames and probably one of the best, juiciest turkeys I've ever had. Clean-up, however, is bound to be a pain -- we're hoping the oil coagulates overnight and we can scoop it out, but I'm wondering if it will be cold enough...
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Hobnobbing with New Yorkers...
I've been very fortunate throughout my life to have interesting opportunities come my way through my work, things that I could never afford to do on my own. Several years ago, I chaperoned a travel program on a week-long cruise of the Great Lakes. I've met former Secretary of State Shultz, worked with Nobel prize winners, and have been taken on a private tour of a linear accelerator.
Tonight goes up there as one of the highlights, as I flew down to New York with two colleagues and attended the annual Alzheimer's Association Rita Hayworth Gala at the spectacular Waldorf-Astoria. Amazing event for a wonderful cause. The gala is chaired by Princess Yasmin Aga Kahn, daughter of the late actress Rita Hayworth who battled Alzheimer's Disease in an era when little was known about it. Watching the Princess speak was a special delight -- she is clearly passionate about this cause, yet very uncomfortable in the spotlight. There was something so honest and humble about her.
Tremendous people-watching to be had. Celebrities, gorgeous evening gowns, breathtaking jewels. I only wish I had the nerve to whip my camera out and take pictures to share, but I thought it might be a tad improper!
Tonight goes up there as one of the highlights, as I flew down to New York with two colleagues and attended the annual Alzheimer's Association Rita Hayworth Gala at the spectacular Waldorf-Astoria. Amazing event for a wonderful cause. The gala is chaired by Princess Yasmin Aga Kahn, daughter of the late actress Rita Hayworth who battled Alzheimer's Disease in an era when little was known about it. Watching the Princess speak was a special delight -- she is clearly passionate about this cause, yet very uncomfortable in the spotlight. There was something so honest and humble about her.
Tremendous people-watching to be had. Celebrities, gorgeous evening gowns, breathtaking jewels. I only wish I had the nerve to whip my camera out and take pictures to share, but I thought it might be a tad improper!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Pre-Halloween costumes unveiled!
Tonight our friend Laura hosted her long-anticipated 80s themed Halloween party. Tom's been working on his costume for weeks: Beetlejuice!
The Costume:
He picked up a tuxedo jacket from The Garment District in Cambridge and used white duct tape from the Home Depot to make the white stripes. White duct tape? Am I the only person who didn't know this stuff came in anything other than silver? Not only do they have it in white, but try yellow, red, green...even camo!
Tom paired the jacket with a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt he already had. Throw on some black shoes, and he's ready to go.
The Make-up
Okay, this got messy, but very cool! Tom picked up a black wig from The Garment District -- I think it was some sort of rocker style. He sprayed it with both white and green Halloween hair
color (the temporary stuff you can pick up anywhere) and hung it upside down from a door frame so the hair would dry sticking out all over. We had a lot of laughs over how much it looked like a dead animal. His sister, Judy, trimmed it a bit to make it look more like Michael Keaton's do.
Judy also did Tom's make-up, using a few photos Tom had pulled off the internet as a guide. I have to say, as the night wore on, the make-up got better and better! I have to hand it to Tom -- I would go nuts if I ever had to do full make-up! But Tom's the "go big or go home" type, and his costume came out awesome.
And what did I do? I changed my mind about 50 times. For awhile, everyone had lobbied for a Revere Beach 80s Prom Queen (with all due respect to folks from Revere). My sister dug up a few old dresses at my parents, but let's just say I can no longer wear a size 7 or 9 juniors! So random 80s chick it is! I like to describe this as my "Madonna meets Debbie Gibson" look!
The Costume:
He picked up a tuxedo jacket from The Garment District in Cambridge and used white duct tape from the Home Depot to make the white stripes. White duct tape? Am I the only person who didn't know this stuff came in anything other than silver? Not only do they have it in white, but try yellow, red, green...even camo!Tom paired the jacket with a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt he already had. Throw on some black shoes, and he's ready to go.
The Make-up
Okay, this got messy, but very cool! Tom picked up a black wig from The Garment District -- I think it was some sort of rocker style. He sprayed it with both white and green Halloween hair
color (the temporary stuff you can pick up anywhere) and hung it upside down from a door frame so the hair would dry sticking out all over. We had a lot of laughs over how much it looked like a dead animal. His sister, Judy, trimmed it a bit to make it look more like Michael Keaton's do.Judy also did Tom's make-up, using a few photos Tom had pulled off the internet as a guide. I have to say, as the night wore on, the make-up got better and better! I have to hand it to Tom -- I would go nuts if I ever had to do full make-up! But Tom's the "go big or go home" type, and his costume came out awesome.
And what did I do? I changed my mind about 50 times. For awhile, everyone had lobbied for a Revere Beach 80s Prom Queen (with all due respect to folks from Revere). My sister dug up a few old dresses at my parents, but let's just say I can no longer wear a size 7 or 9 juniors! So random 80s chick it is! I like to describe this as my "Madonna meets Debbie Gibson" look!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Happy Punctuation Day!
In honor of National Punctuation Day, please take a few moments to assess the proper use of your favorite em-dash, semi colon or period.
I had a hell of an English teacher in middle school who drilled into us the proper use of punctuation, among other grammatical rules. Some of my pet peeves:
1. Punctuation ending a sentence belongs inside the quotes, not outside, unless a parenthetical follows. Example: He said, "I can't believe it's not butter."
2. Use it's when you mean it is and its when you mean the posessive form of it. (okay, that's more grammatical than punctuation, but I digress)
3. Use a semi-colon to link independent clauses, not dependent clauses. Example: I enjoy going running when I travel for work to see new cities; however, this trip I forgot to pack my running sneakers and had to walk in sandals instead.
4. The proper form of the ellipsis is three dots. Two means you made a typo. Four is just plain wrong. Three dots, that's all it takes...
I had a hell of an English teacher in middle school who drilled into us the proper use of punctuation, among other grammatical rules. Some of my pet peeves:
1. Punctuation ending a sentence belongs inside the quotes, not outside, unless a parenthetical follows. Example: He said, "I can't believe it's not butter."
2. Use it's when you mean it is and its when you mean the posessive form of it. (okay, that's more grammatical than punctuation, but I digress)
3. Use a semi-colon to link independent clauses, not dependent clauses. Example: I enjoy going running when I travel for work to see new cities; however, this trip I forgot to pack my running sneakers and had to walk in sandals instead.
4. The proper form of the ellipsis is three dots. Two means you made a typo. Four is just plain wrong. Three dots, that's all it takes...
Monday, August 18, 2008
A weekend up in Portland
For our anniversary this weekend, we headed up to Portland, Maine with Dave and Kelli. With gas prices what they are, Tom quickly discovered in the planning process that taking the Downeaster train was the way to go: $45 round trip per person, only a few minutes longer than driving. Sure beats $70/tank for our 4Runner!
We arrived in Portland on Friday and had lunch at a great seafood restaurant on the waterfront -- the kind that is tucked in next to the big touristy seafood restaurant and is the one where the locals seem to go. We checked into the Portland Harbor Hotel mid-afternoon, then headed out in the evening to see the Portland Sea Dogs take on the Harrisburg Senators. Minor league games are the best -- up-and-coming stars (Beckett, Buckholtz, and Ellsbury all played here, and even Ortiz spent some time here a few weeks ago on rehab), cheap prices for great seats, and quality entertainment by the various mascots (Slugger the SeaDog and the TrashMonsters...sounds like a Sesame Street Band).
Saturday we had brunch at the hotel, then headed down to the harbor for a tour of the lighthouses in Portland Harbor. The fog was pea-soup thick in some areas, bright and sunny in others. We saw equal amounts (few!) of lighthouses and seals, and were entertained throughout the ride by a very peculiar couple who were....several sandwiches shy of a picnic?
Back in Portland, we poked around and shopped for a bit (I made my annual stop at Lovell Designs), making our way across town to a restaurant that Tom had been talking about for months: DuckFat. And yes, never fear, he was right on the money. Who wouldn't like french fries cooked in duckfat and delicious paninis? We found a very neat culinary bookstore just around the corner from it -- the selection was incredible, but we couldn't help poking around and thinking how we might get a better deal online. Must be so difficult in this day to be an independent bookseller.
Saturday night, we went for round 2 of Tom's incredible culinary tour and had dinner at Cinque Terre, which was awesome. The boys befriended a wonderful gentleman at the bar who surprised us later on by sending a bottle of champagne up to our dinner table. Food was great, wine was great...I was full and buzzed by the end! Dancing followed at a local club, but I can't say I remember much there!
Sunday morning we lazed around, then headed across town to a restaurant recommended by one of Tom's managers, Caiolas. More awesome food and a real off-the-beaten path find! Tom, in fact, is still talking about his burger. We decided to walk back to the hotel and burn off some of the calories we "collected" throughout the weekend. Beautiful afternoon, followed by a very quiet (zzzzzzzzz.......) ride back on the train.
Love the city of Portland -- great restaurants, very walkable, some good shopping (can be a little hit or miss, depending on whether you pick the right shops). This is the second time we've spent a weekend there and will definitely go back.
We arrived in Portland on Friday and had lunch at a great seafood restaurant on the waterfront -- the kind that is tucked in next to the big touristy seafood restaurant and is the one where the locals seem to go. We checked into the Portland Harbor Hotel mid-afternoon, then headed out in the evening to see the Portland Sea Dogs take on the Harrisburg Senators. Minor league games are the best -- up-and-coming stars (Beckett, Buckholtz, and Ellsbury all played here, and even Ortiz spent some time here a few weeks ago on rehab), cheap prices for great seats, and quality entertainment by the various mascots (Slugger the SeaDog and the TrashMonsters...sounds like a Sesame Street Band).
Saturday we had brunch at the hotel, then headed down to the harbor for a tour of the lighthouses in Portland Harbor. The fog was pea-soup thick in some areas, bright and sunny in others. We saw equal amounts (few!) of lighthouses and seals, and were entertained throughout the ride by a very peculiar couple who were....several sandwiches shy of a picnic?
Back in Portland, we poked around and shopped for a bit (I made my annual stop at Lovell Designs), making our way across town to a restaurant that Tom had been talking about for months: DuckFat. And yes, never fear, he was right on the money. Who wouldn't like french fries cooked in duckfat and delicious paninis? We found a very neat culinary bookstore just around the corner from it -- the selection was incredible, but we couldn't help poking around and thinking how we might get a better deal online. Must be so difficult in this day to be an independent bookseller.
Saturday night, we went for round 2 of Tom's incredible culinary tour and had dinner at Cinque Terre, which was awesome. The boys befriended a wonderful gentleman at the bar who surprised us later on by sending a bottle of champagne up to our dinner table. Food was great, wine was great...I was full and buzzed by the end! Dancing followed at a local club, but I can't say I remember much there!
Sunday morning we lazed around, then headed across town to a restaurant recommended by one of Tom's managers, Caiolas. More awesome food and a real off-the-beaten path find! Tom, in fact, is still talking about his burger. We decided to walk back to the hotel and burn off some of the calories we "collected" throughout the weekend. Beautiful afternoon, followed by a very quiet (zzzzzzzzz.......) ride back on the train.
Love the city of Portland -- great restaurants, very walkable, some good shopping (can be a little hit or miss, depending on whether you pick the right shops). This is the second time we've spent a weekend there and will definitely go back.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Happy anniversary!
Five years ago today, Tom and I got married -- love you, honey!
ps -- I love it that my husband writes comments on my blog!
ps -- I love it that my husband writes comments on my blog!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Birthday musings.....
Birthdays really just aren't my thing -- I'm much more of an Easter or Christmas kind of gal. And today is off to a rip-roaring start with torrential rain, the worst traffic I've hit yet going to my still-relatively-new job, and a leak has appeared in my office ceiling. But I digress....
Top things I hate about turning 35......
1. I am now closer to 40 than I am to 30. Or, as Tom pointed out, today I'm exactly half-way in between, but once midnight strikes, I'm on my way to 40. I've always had issues with the birthdays ending in 5s and not the 0s. 25 - miserable. 30 - one of my favorites. We'll see where 35 lands...
2. I'm twenty pounds heavier than I was at 30 when I got married. There - I put it in writing. And I have nothing but beer and Tom's good cooking to blame. And my morning can of soda. And my sweet tooth. But seriously, the upward slide needs to stop.
3. Just don't bounce back like I used to. The dog kept me up last night because of thunderstorms, and I had the hardest time getting out of bed. Is this the same person who could stay up until 1, then get up at 5:30 and do it all over again? I'm just hoping I last long enough to enjoy drinks tonight with friends.
4. Aches and pains. I had a lot of hip pain after last year's marathon and spent a good deal of time in PT trying to work out the kinks. After this year's marathon, I noticed that my other hip now gets achy. At least my knees are still functioning....knock on wood.
5. I'm starting to get ma'am at the grocery store from pimple-faced teenagers. Don't need to expand upon that at all.
There are bright sides......
1. I'm told I barely look 30 and still occasionally get carded.
2. I'm still a size 8 (hmmm....so where the heck is that 20 pounds going?)
3. If I were really motivated to run faster, I just got another 5 minutes added to my qualifying time for the Boston Marathon.
4. I have an awesome husband of nearly five years and a ridiculously full calendar of things to do every week!
5. The things I used to sweat and worry about in my 20s are downright laughable in my 30s.
Things to ponder over drinks tonight!
Top things I hate about turning 35......
1. I am now closer to 40 than I am to 30. Or, as Tom pointed out, today I'm exactly half-way in between, but once midnight strikes, I'm on my way to 40. I've always had issues with the birthdays ending in 5s and not the 0s. 25 - miserable. 30 - one of my favorites. We'll see where 35 lands...
2. I'm twenty pounds heavier than I was at 30 when I got married. There - I put it in writing. And I have nothing but beer and Tom's good cooking to blame. And my morning can of soda. And my sweet tooth. But seriously, the upward slide needs to stop.
3. Just don't bounce back like I used to. The dog kept me up last night because of thunderstorms, and I had the hardest time getting out of bed. Is this the same person who could stay up until 1, then get up at 5:30 and do it all over again? I'm just hoping I last long enough to enjoy drinks tonight with friends.
4. Aches and pains. I had a lot of hip pain after last year's marathon and spent a good deal of time in PT trying to work out the kinks. After this year's marathon, I noticed that my other hip now gets achy. At least my knees are still functioning....knock on wood.
5. I'm starting to get ma'am at the grocery store from pimple-faced teenagers. Don't need to expand upon that at all.
There are bright sides......
1. I'm told I barely look 30 and still occasionally get carded.
2. I'm still a size 8 (hmmm....so where the heck is that 20 pounds going?)
3. If I were really motivated to run faster, I just got another 5 minutes added to my qualifying time for the Boston Marathon.
4. I have an awesome husband of nearly five years and a ridiculously full calendar of things to do every week!
5. The things I used to sweat and worry about in my 20s are downright laughable in my 30s.
Things to ponder over drinks tonight!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sweet 17!
I'll fully admit to being a bandwagon fan (I prefer hockey, baseball and football), but congrats to the Celtics for their 17th championship!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Father's Day
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
To the man who taught me enough electronics to build my own doorbell, how to use a level to hang my pictures properly, how to hook-up computers, TVs and other appliances on my own, and other tricks of the trade that a father would typically teach a son, not a daughter, yet still comes to my rescue when a household project has gone terribly wrong. To the man who taught me how to drive, but made me get AAA for fear I would stubbornly change my tire on the highway. To the man who told me to get into the best school I could and that he'd find a way to send me there, even at a difficult time for our family financially. To the man who would listen to a problem, give me food for thought, but never quite tell me what to do-- yet I always felt he'd stop me if I was going over the cliff! Thank you always!
More on Tim Russert. I've been catching up on news online and watching some of the videos from the coverage the past two days. One has really struck me: a voice-over that Russert did a few years ago for Father's Day, talking about the birth of his son, Luke, how it changed his life, and how he hopes his son will live by his grandfather's ideals: "to live a good and decent and honorable life."
On this Father's Day, I think of my own grandfather, Ralph, who died my senior year in college. He was the second-most important man in my life growing up, and had he lived, I would have asked him to join my father in walking me down the aisle. One of my great disappointments is that Tom never got a chance to meet him. He was a simple man, self-made, of many principles. I always think of a plaque he had in his house which quoted Abraham Lincoln:
Happy father's day.....live well and be proud of all that you have taught the rest of us!
To the man who taught me enough electronics to build my own doorbell, how to use a level to hang my pictures properly, how to hook-up computers, TVs and other appliances on my own, and other tricks of the trade that a father would typically teach a son, not a daughter, yet still comes to my rescue when a household project has gone terribly wrong. To the man who taught me how to drive, but made me get AAA for fear I would stubbornly change my tire on the highway. To the man who told me to get into the best school I could and that he'd find a way to send me there, even at a difficult time for our family financially. To the man who would listen to a problem, give me food for thought, but never quite tell me what to do-- yet I always felt he'd stop me if I was going over the cliff! Thank you always!
More on Tim Russert. I've been catching up on news online and watching some of the videos from the coverage the past two days. One has really struck me: a voice-over that Russert did a few years ago for Father's Day, talking about the birth of his son, Luke, how it changed his life, and how he hopes his son will live by his grandfather's ideals: "to live a good and decent and honorable life."
On this Father's Day, I think of my own grandfather, Ralph, who died my senior year in college. He was the second-most important man in my life growing up, and had he lived, I would have asked him to join my father in walking me down the aisle. One of my great disappointments is that Tom never got a chance to meet him. He was a simple man, self-made, of many principles. I always think of a plaque he had in his house which quoted Abraham Lincoln:
“I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.”
Happy father's day.....live well and be proud of all that you have taught the rest of us!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Happy 40th anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Today marks my parents' 40th anniversary. They met in elementary school in Dover, MA, then stayed in touch throughout middle and high school when my father left Dover public schools for Phillips Academy. They married one week and one day respectively after their college graduations on the auspicious date of 6-8-68 (always made it an easy one for my sister and me to remember!). In an age where the divorce rate is quoted at nearly 50%, I'm proud to share that childhood sweethearts can indeed go all the way!
Congratulations, Mom and Dad!
Congratulations, Mom and Dad!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Presenting Chris and Kristine Shatas
My cousin, Kristine, married her boyfriend, Chris, yesterday down at White Cliffs in Plymouth, just down the road from our house. I was able to get the one photo that escaped me at my own wedding five years ago -- the whole family photo. So, without further ado, may I present my grandmother, Lorraine Morse, her three daughters and their families (Kispert, Chandler and Delano), her son and his family (more Morse lineage), Tom and I as the Hagerty's, and our newest additions, the Shatas'.
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