Browsing Archives for May 2009

I was in the basement looking for some ‘summer decorative items’ when I stumbled across this box of stuff from our wedding.

I can’t really call it a ‘box o’ crap’ can I?  I mean, it’s wedding stuff!

 

 

 

Rick Mitchell, a Lawrence KS photographer and a co-worker of mine at the time at the Lawrence Arts Center took our wedding photos.  I wanted all of our wedding photos to be taken in black and white.  My mom wanted color photos.  So Rick ended up hauling around three cameras on that day, one for black and whites, one for color and one for candids.  I wonder if he ever photographed another wedding after mine?

 

 

 

As hard as I fought my mom on the color photos, I am glad we finally compromised.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is the Oracle Known as Steve helping the Country School Teacher get ready.

Did you know that the Country Doctor was a high school physics and chemistry teacher when I married him?  

The Oracle however, has always been an Oracle.

 

 

 

 

Here is a note that I found in that box.  Evidently, I borrowed my fiance’s car, it got a flat tire, and I abandoned it somewhere with a note to explain. I have always been extremely good at illustrating my points.  

 

 

 

 

 

This is one of the paper bells that my mom insisted on using to decorate the outside of the old barn where we had our reception.  I did not want to use the paper bells.  I thought we should just keep the barn unadorned.  Let the barn be a barn.  Let the barn speak for barnyness and barnyness alone!   Leave the barn alone MOM!

 

 

 

 

 

But when my back was turned, my mom hung the paper bells over the entrance to the barn.  

At the time I thought she was insane.  

Now I think that perhaps it was I who was insane.  

But my mom was also insane.  

And so was I.  

BUT SO WAS SHE!  

Okay, we were BOTH insane.  

But mostly HER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wasn’t this post supposed to be about a book giveaway?

 

 

By the way, those are my wedding shoes and my wedding head piece.  I found them both in that box o’ wedding stuff.

I only wore those shoes once, yet they look like I walked a million miles in them.

 

 

 

 

Today, I am giving away three books that have nothing to do with weddings.  Instead they have to do with Tiffanys, the shop famous for wedding rings, and other fabulous jewelry, except for one of the books which has nothing to do with Tiffanys at all, but I threw it in just because I felt like it.  GAW!  I love having a blog and being totally in charge and able to make completely nonsensical decisions whenever I want!

 

 

 

 

 

The first book is Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote.  I read this book today.  I had not ever read the story before and though I briefly considered giving a book away that I had never read, I quickly came to my senses.  How can I give a book away I have never read?  What am I going to do next?  Start having opinions on things I know nothing about?  Start writing posts that rely only on Wikipedia for my information?  Start making up conversations I have with customers at work?  Start hosting pretend interviews with Oprah Winfrey and Katie Couric?

Wait!

So I finished the novella just a few minutes ago.  The book is very much like the movie.  There are a few differences, but they do not change the ‘character’ of the book, which is really a book of characters, and one character in particular that being Holly Golightly played brilliantly by Audrey Hepburn in the 1961 movie, Breakfast at Tiffanys.  Holly is described in many ways in the book.  She is called a ‘starlet’ a ‘call girl’ a ‘socialite’ and a ‘girl about town’.  She is also called a few other things, but for the more genteel readers of this blog, we must put on our massive dark glasses and politely pretend not to notice.  Holly is befriended by a struggling writer who eventually falls in love with her, as does everyone that she meets.  The writer’s experiences with Holly knit together her haphazard life in a brilliant and highly entertaining manner.  The main difference between the book and the movie for me was the scene when Holly’s husband appears.  Capote’s version of this event struck me as hysterically funny.  Suddenly out of nowhere ‘Doc Golightly shows up and what a stark contrast he is to the life that his estranged wife is leading. In the movie, this scene is dark, melancholy and full of rain.  In the book, it is goofy, shocking and weird.  I imagine that old Truman Capote had himself a high old time sticking Doc Golightly in the middle of the storm of Manhattan night life.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a quick, interesting and captivating character study of one very quirky girl and her odd assortment of criminals and friends.  There are a few other short stories in this book as well and I am sorry to tell you that I have not read them.   

 

 

 

Summer at Tiffany by Marjorie Hart is the wonderful story of a young woman’s experience working at Tiffanys in 1945.  Set amidst WWII, this book is the autobiographical account of one young woman and her best friend Marty departing the University of Iowa for a summer in New York City.  Attempting to find jobs as ‘shop girls’ in one of the many downtown department store, the girls instead get hired as pages for Tiffanys and become the first women ever to work on the sales floor.  Their summer is filled with stories of encountering New York’s uber wealthy, and celebrities while scrounging for enough coins to buy lunch at the automat.  The girls meet and fall in love with a variety of midshipmen while just over their heads, the realities of war and big city life cast long shadows over a summer of youthful adventure.  

 

 

 

 

Oh dear!  

Now here is a steamy novel for you!

The Valley of the Dolls was written in 1966 by Jacqueline Susann.  Susann was a very interesting character herself.  As a very bright young girl, her mother hoped she would become a writer, but Susann instead longed for fame and left her hometown of Philadelphia to become an actress in New York City.  She had some modest success in acting and modelling, and married a newspaper man who used his articles to propel her career further, but it wasn’t until she turned her experiences into pulp fiction that she gained the fame and fortune for which she had always longed.  Valley of the Dolls is the story of three young women all attempting to work their way up the theatrical food chain of Broadway.  Neely is truly talented, Jennifer is the bombshell, and Anne is the small town girl who attempts keep her head a little above the grimy fray.  Sometimes she succeeds, but all too often she fails as well.  I don’t think anyone would call this book classic fiction or high art, but it is an interesting story of the rise and ruin of three women who give up too much for a chance at stardom.

Interestingly, the writers Truman Capote and Jacqueline Susann were contemporaries of one another and both frequently appeared on the talk show circuit.  Capote could find no intrinsic merit in the writing of Jacqueline Susann and once while on the Tonight Show, he referred to Susann as a ‘truck driver in drag’.  Jacqueline Susann threatened to sue NBC over Capote’s comments to which Truman apologized to truck drivers everywhere.  A few months later, Johnny Carson gave Susann the opportunity to get even with Capote by asking her during an appearance on the Tonight Show what she thought of Truman.  She responed, “Truman?  I think history will prove he’s one of the best presidents we’ve ever had.”

Valley of the Dolls is often reported as one of the best selling books of all time.  It has sold over 30 million copies since it’s release.  Capote’s childhood friend, Harper Lee is just ahead of Valley of the Dolls with her book, To Kill a Mocking Bird.  None of Capote’s books appear anywhere on the best selling books of all time, but the image of Audrey Hepburn with dark glasses and head scarf holding a croissant and a coffee is burned into the brains of every man, woman and child who has ever bothered to take a walk past any strip of retail stores at any point in their lives.    

For a chance to win one of these books, just leave a comment.  The contest will end Friday May 29th around 8 PM.  By then perhaps I will have recovered from a huge camp-out of boys that is just about to begin in my front yard.


Today is the Country Doctor and I’s 15th wedding anniversary.  I imagine we will celebrate it in much the same way we celebrated last year’s anniversary which was completely unforgettable and almost grotesquely romantic.  To further mark this milestone in our marriage, I thought I would re-print the wedding announcement that ran in both of our hometown newspapers.  It is a little unusual for a wedding announcement.  The Country Doctor wrote it back when he was only the Country Medical Student.  He has always been a little unusual too.  You will understand just how unusual, after you read it.  

 

Rechelle Renee Bishop and Michael Joseph Malin were blissfully entangled in holy matrimony May 28, 1994 at St. Lawrence Chapel in Lawrence, Kansas. Celebrants were Fr. Vince Krische, Lawrence and Rev. Ed Preston, Wichita.

Escorting the lovely bride were her strong but reluctant parents, Harrison and Martha Bishop. Goodland.  Looking relieved, Joe and Rita Malin of Plainville presented their son, the groom.

The lovely bride wore flowers in her hair and a snappy little white outfit from Green’s Bridal Shop of Plainville, replete with numerous snapdoodles, vivisections, and just the right number of booleyboos (see photo).  April Phillips, self -appointed wedding authority and sister of the bride, served as Matron of Honor.  She shared time with the Maid of Honor, Kelly Hagan a college chum of the bride, most recently of Oxford U.K.  Rachel Murray and Susan Munn, both from Lawrence and friends of the bride were bridesmaids.  Emily Malin, niece of the groom, bore her basket of flowers without mishap.

The groom wore what grooms always wear.  Steve malin (6-2, 205), was his brother’s Best Man.  He was assisted by groomsmen Dave Malin (6-5, 225) of Dallas, brother of the groom; Jake Jesse Sheffer (6-5, 220); and Joe Courtright (5-10, 175) Joplin, Mo., the latter two of who endeavored to set a poor example for ring bearer, Michael Davidson, impressionable young nephew of their friend, the groom.

Eric Moeder, Bo Bernasky, and Rod Chard, friends of the groom were the ushers.  Christi Malin sang a touching solo while Bonnie Bonine, friend of the bride, handled violin duties.  Norma Osborne and Hal Sears, dear friends of the bride served as lectors and pronounced every word correctly.  

Following the ceremony, all retreated to Stony Point Barn in rural Douglas County for a dinner and reception complete with roast pig, wedding cake, a bluegrass band, and a beautiful Spring evening.  All present agreed the baked beans were outstanding.

The bride is a 1987 graduate of Goodland Highschool and a 1991 graduate of the University of Kansas.  The groom is a 1985 graduate of Plainville High School and a 1989 graduate of the University of Kansas.  He recently began his first year of study at the KU School of Medicine.

Following a honeymoon which much to the groom’s chagrin did not include a Royals baseball game, the couple is at home trying to decide whose turn it is to do the dishes.

 

Wedding photo by Rick Mitchell


Later today, wedding shoes, paper bells, bridal headgear and a fabulous Tiffany’s giveaway!

Sort of…


Did I mention the cuteness yet?  

 

 

 

I know this is supposed to be a wind-up and I am supposed to be a nervous wreck…

 

 

 


My son is on the mound and the game is hanging in the balance…

 

 

 

If he can just strike that batter out, our team will keep their small lead and we will win the game…
 

 

 

 

 

But then my son’s face looks like this…

 

 

 

 

And if he disagrees with the umpire’s call he does this…

 

 

 


And sometimes he does this…

 

 

 

 

 

And this…

 

 

 

 

 

Can I help it if all I see is my little boy throwing a ball just like he used to throw things at his brothers when he was little?

 

 

 
And then his brother does this cute little shake thing when he is up to bat…

 

And I am dying people!

DYING!!! 

DYING FROM ANOTHER ATTACK OF ACUTE CUTENESS!

Somehow I don’t think I am taking this baseball thing nearly seriously enough.