Just Call Me Martha.

As previously mentioned, last weekend's festivities were a smashing success.

Up first, the Tiffany's theme shower. The tables were decorated with bride and groom gift boxes (tied w/ a Tiffany blue ribbin, natch) and inside were ring pops for each guest! Each placesetting also had a "BINGO" card with a twist. In place of the traditional letters, we used "KELLI" and DAVID" and instead of just a number, each of the squares had something that was meaningful to their relationship. Kelli and David would draw a letter and a space between presents, and the first person at each table to get a "KELLI" or "DAVID" won the centerpiece, which was a box wrapped in signature Tiffany blue with an authentically tied Tiffany ribbon (thanks, Sarah!). Each box was filled with random goodies like notecards, candles, bath accessories, etc.

The cake (from The Home Bakery in Rochester) made me want to pee my pants. Honestly, when I walked in to to pick it up I squealed with delight and jumped around like a potty training 4-year old. And for what it's worth, it tasted just as good as it looked.



Here's the bride and groom as they made their grand entrance. Don't you just love that they matched the theme? It gives me organizational goosebumps!



After lunch (which was delish!), presents and cake, a limo picked up the ladies that were staying for the bachelorette festivities. Of course, we had to get a pimp shot of Alex in his very first limo. Ladies' man, what?!?



No sooner had we kicked Alex out, David wanted to give his bride a final toast before her big night out:



Our first stop was a wine tasting at Fieldstone Winery in Rochester. We tasted 8 wines and sampled various cheeses. I know, so posh, right?

Our next stop was TCBY, Kelli's absolute favorite treat...as if you couldn't tell from this picture:



Here's the whole gang...I'm quite sure TCBY didn't expect us to pull up that night:



From there, we headed back to la casa de VW, where we dined on a QDoba nacho bar (another of Kelli's faves) and played games and opened gifts that made Kelli turn 17 shades of red. She would kill me if I posted any of those, so I will leave it up to your imagination. Let's just say that David will not be disappointed on the eve of Nov. 22. :)

Lost & Found.

I've lost my mind. If you happen to find it, please return to sender ASAP.

This Saturday is Kelli's bridal shower and bachelorette party. Yeah, you read that one right...both. It has to be a 2-4-1 kinda day because her time here in the Pleasant Peninsula is limited.

So this means as MOH Extraordinaire I must cram all the energies typically used to throw 2 kick ass parties into one 24-hour period. As such, I have twice as much to do and half the time to do it in. Add to that the fact that I have a life, an almost 6-month old, a husband that requires nearly as much attention (love you, baby) and a job that is salsa dancing on the single last nerve I have left and you can see how I'm a little overloaded.

You might think that I'm complaining, but I assure you I'm not. I thrive in freak-out-stress mode. It's actually when I do some of my best work. And, there's not a thing in the world I wouldn't do for my sister (or brother). If she wanted her shower to be a tea party theme on the Great Wall of China I would use every trick in the book to make it happen.

However, please don't expect much blogertainment this week from me. I'll try to garner at least one laugh a day, but cannot guarantee it.

Oh, and lest I forget...vote for Alex!

Hump Day!

Weeeeeeee! It's the middle of the week!

I don't know that I've fully expressed my excitement on the blog that I get to see my sister this weekend. Insert screams of delight here.

Mom, Alex and I are cartin' it to Connecticut to attend Kelli and David's bridal shower out there. Yes, we are driving. Yes, it makes me want to kill myself. No, I'm not sure I'll survive.

We're actually taking the shortcut through Canada. I know, crazy...who travels somewhere via car when the shortcut is through Canada? It's also a perk because I don't have to drive through Pennsylvania, which I'm quite sure is the worst state in the galaxy. It. Never. Ends.

We're leaving at the ass crack of dawn on Friday so that Alex can be sleeping in the carseat as long as possible. He gets sweaty in that thing, you know.

Should Monday roll around and I'm not back in action, wait until at least Thursday to contact the authorities. Tell them to look for me somewhere north of Narnia.