Browsing Archives for June 2012

Elbowed

June 30th, 2012

Bashed about the ribs, the neck and the head by the righty and the lefty on either side of him, Isaac gallantly struggled to finish his waffle.

A Biker Wedding

June 21st, 2012

My Uncle Glen and Aunt Susan renewed their wedding vows this past weekend. They are bikers, so their wedding had a highly unique flair. I loved it. It was way more fun than any other wedding I have ever attended. Here are the pics…

My uncle announced the location of the ceremony by duct taping “Heitschmidt Wedding” on the side of a semi.

We saw it as we passed by on the highway.

It was very hard to miss.

My aunt is an avid thrift store shopper.  All the wedding decor came from her favorite thrift store haunts.

The bride got ready in a tent parked behind the bar where the ceremony was held.

It’s a bike tent and pops up out of a sidecar that they attach to one of their cycles when they travel.

Here’s the bride!

Pink hair for the wedding!

And here are the t-shirts that we all wore to the ceremony.

My sister’s family arrives.

My aunt had several friends helping her to get ready.

Dressing the bride…

Susan bought that dress for twelve dollars at a thrift store and then had it altered to fit her.

She added the pink petticoat.

It really was a beautiful dress.

The bridesmaids arrive.

Dressed in matching pink shirts.

Getting the hat to fit over the veil was a bit tricky.

But they eventually worked it out.

It was a hot windy day.

The bouquet.

Pink butterflies… of course.

She was perfection.

Over in a nearby corner, my Uncle was getting ready.

The bride requested that he take his hair down.

And he promptly accommodated his lovely lady.

How can you not love this man.

Ethan and Seth waited for things to get started…

Our family in our matching shirts…

The bride and groom approacheth!

They walked by a long line of cycles and each engine revved as they passed.

They met in a shelter in front of their own bikes.

And recited vows they had written themselves.

There was music and poetry and everyone sang along and we read several things in unison.

At one point we all sang “Someday lady you’ll accompany Me” together.

This man was overcome with emotion by that song.

It really was quite moving to stand in a field with a bunch of people at a weddin’ and sing that song together.

More songs, more vows, more promises…

And finally a kiss!

We moved the party into the bar and had cake and beer and bbq.

Here’s my mom and her brother Glen.

They are the last two surviving members of a family that used to number six.

The wedding party.

April, Susan and I.

April and Ellen astride a pink pig outside the bar.

All the people who showed up in pink shirts.

Please to note that the bikers are largely on one side and my family is largely on the other.

There is something of a striking difference between the two sides.

Also please note that I am on the biker side.

Framed.

Oh dear!

One last kiss.

Chillaxin’

June 16th, 2012

Over Memorial Day weekend, we headed south to visit “the cousins”. We had a great time. “The cousins” have a backyard pool and perhaps even more importantly a B and B across the street where our family got to hole up. It was really nice to see family and swim and barbeque and hang out, but even nicer to disappear into a large, old creaking house whenever I felt the need to escape the crowds (which for me is about every half hour on the hour.)

After this experience, I must say that I highly recommend relatives who come with their own neighborhood B and B’s. Should you be contemplating adding new relatives to your, you may want to look for the ones with the best guest accommodations. Trust me, it will make your life much more tolerable.

The best part about the B and B was that the owners did not live in it.

Repeat.

The owners did not live in it!

EVEN LESS PEOPLE TO DEAL WITH!

My FAVORITE!!!!

So we were not constantly accosted by some coo coo crazy pants owner who wanted to tell us all about his college yearbook collection! Although I must also say that if you spend just a wee bit of time with the B and B owner who has the college year book collection, you might find that underneath that vulnerable yearbook oozing flesh wound is a very interesting human being who will happily engage in any kind of conversation with you ranging from strange religious encounters to the best restaurants in New Orleans. The lesson here is – sometimes the strangest people are the best ones. But you probably already knew that, didn’t you.

So here are a few pics of the B and B for those of you who love a great old house.

The second floor sleeping porch.

This one comes complete with a sleeping teenager.

Let’s pause here in the upstairs hall bathroom to admire the turquoise hex tile.

And the edge of that great old tub.

Appropriately scary stair hall with somewhat obnoxious wallpaper and somewhat unfortunate brown carpeting.

But the woodwork is truly fab.

The ceilings in this house were twelve feet tall – on BOTH FLOORS!

I got a nosebleed every time I climbed up to my bed chamber!

But it was an AWESOME NOSE BLEED!

And yes, I climbed to my chamber and not my bedroom. And yes, I carried a flickering candle causing monstrous shadows to clamor all along the walls as I crept up the stairs. And yes, I wore my hair in a raven colored braid hanging straight down my back. And of course, I was clad only in a long, thin, white, nightgown that shimmered with vintage vulnerability and prickly paranoia. And obviously my other hand clutched a glinting butcher knife which was dripping with fresh blood and the clotted entrails of a thousand cursed demon oxen.

Does any of this even need to be mentioned?

Super cute kitchen cabinets!

I liked the black and white wallpaper.

Main floor sunroom.

Loved how the windows are framed out in arches.

Living room outfitted for dinner parties.

The walls glowed with some kind of buffed marble like finish.

I had never seen this finish before and liked it very much.

Rose garden outside the main entrance.

Backyard Pergola

Properly vine covered brick exterior.