Tasty Tasting

Yum, yum, yum! We had our tasting at the Northampton Brewery today. Not only did we get 4 free dinners, but our choices of Grilled Citrus Salmon, Grilled Marinated Flank Steak, Honey Ale Chicken, and Wild Mushroom Ravioli a la Vodka turned out to be fabulous choices indeed! Highly impressed we were! We even got to see the inner workings of our fave restaurant because we asked to see the refrigerator where our cake will be stored prior to the reception. Seating/dancing space is all settled thanks to the good advice of the manager. Windows are measured for our decorations. Music schedule provided to my sister, maid of honor, and partner extraordinaire of our music-man who desperately needed it. Now if we could only get those remaining 30 out of 70 people to RSVP! And cake tier plates in the right size. Oh, Michael's Craft Stores, how do I love thee? And why, oh why, don't you have the right size cake plates? Off to ebay, I suppose. In the meantime (not that anything else huge is going on these days), wish us luck for our job applications we've just sent out! And thanks!

Fair warning

to friends of bridezillas everywhere- when your friend or family member sends you her wedding invitation in June, asking for your reply by July 15th with a reply card that she and her crew painstakingly made by hand with an envenlope whose postage has already been paid for out of her very strained weddding budget... reply! Right away! Certainly by the RSVP date! Most certainly by a week after the RSVP date! There are poor souls behind you on the B List who need their invitations, but won't be getting them if I don't know which of you are not coming- are you flaunting your A List status at them? I'm trying to tame the bridezilla within, but I've run into one of the giant peeves of wedding planning, and she really wants to roll! Really- come on now, folks, this is not a birthday party or a family cookout- it's my wedding. And my wonderful family spent hours upon hours creating these invitations. And I spent a lot of money on postage, and it really irks me to waste a stamp. And really, the choices are not so hard- I know most weddings don't offer 4 choices of entree, but since we can't feasibly do a buffet in the space, we thought we'd offer a variety. Could it be that it is impossibly difficult to choose between Grilled Citrus Salmon, Grilled Marinated Flank Steak, Honey Ale Chicken Breast, and Wild Mushroom Ravioli a la Vodka? There is even space at the bottom specifically for y'all to tell me of your allergies and your vegan diets and your extreme aversions to onions. So fill it out and stick it in the mail! Arrrrr! Hear me roar!

Waiting... I hate waiting...

Sorry for the lengthy hiatus. Not that nothing's been going on- lots has been going on. Wedding 1, wedding 2, birthday party, dancing lessons (yes, I am enjoying looking entirely foolish as I try to Salsa), work, work, work. Oh yeah, and we finished our homestudy. Woo! And the reference thingies have been sent (and received by at least 2 of them). Not that this means much right now. We still get to wait. I have no problem with waiting because we're not planning on doing this at least until October anyway, but I just hate waiting for waiting's sake. And since the Massachusetts legislature decided yesterday to put off their vote on whether or not to put the civil rights of a minority up to the vote of the majority (i.e. the same-sex marriage ban) until November 9th, there's more waiting. That stinks because I wrote "Victory Day" and hearts all over yesterday in my datebook, but I guess it is a victory of sorts because it gives MassEquality and the MGLPC and the other organizations fighting the good fight more time to switch votes (and we still need a lot more votes.)
Fun tip of the week: high humidity wears out the batteries in your fire and carbon monoxide alarms. We've had the smoke alarm give us much too early and very rude awakenings twice this week, and I just had an afternoon shocker from the CO detector- they beep/go off when they get low. They're both sitting on the kitchen table with the batteries out so they'll shut up. Now that doesn't look good for our foster-care application. Off to the store for batteries!