He has been volunteering at the Ronald McDonald house in Winston for about 15 years, and he just helped them build an addition. Yay, Grandpa!
Tonight my family celebrated Meatless Monday with scalloped potatoes (sans ham) and green beans. Yum!
About the idea: “Our goal is to help you reduce your meat consumption by 15% in order to improve your personal health and the health of the planet.”
There are also meatless recipe suggestions to get you started. Check it out!
Bert’s folks are great hosts and great cooks. They also have a beautiful home and I felt compelled to play around with my camera a bit. Here are a few favorites.
The bridal party will dress in the adorable Reynold’s Room at the historic Manor House only a few yards away from the arboretum where the ceremony will be held. No boys allowed! (They can dress at the historic Mammaw’s house down the road.) Now if only I could figure out what we’re going to be dressing into!
I’m delighted to inform you that I am going to marry Michael Stewart on July 9, 2011!!!!!!!! Whoopie!
We finally found a venue that was cheap enough and big enough to host our giant framily. We will have the ceremony in the arboretum at Tanglewood Park where my Mammaw and Pappaw celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary, so that certainly gives us something to work towards. The reception (yes, I know it’s July) will be indoors and air conditioned in the ballroom at the clubhouse there.
So far it looks like we’ll be able to have my aunt and uncle cater, and one of our dear friends do the deejaying. Robin has, of course, already picked out several boutiques to take me to look at dresses because she’s almost as excited as I am!
Thank you to all of you for your tremendous support as Michael and I have spent the last 3 (almost!) years growing together and discovering how happy we’ll be together for the rest of our lives. We look forward to celebrating with you at the wedding and sharing our lives with you as we get old and wrinkly.
As always when I travel, I seek to experience a new place through its best culinary offerings. I had superb curry in Chinatown; delectable spinach ricotta brioche; homemade ice cream; homemade frozen yogurt; stupendous Italian food enjoyed by the window overlooking the North End (wish I hadn’t eaten so much so that I’d have had room for Mike’s!); long, delicious Easter brunch of apple brie omelette and sweet potato fries (I have to admit here that the service was TERRIBLE, but the food was outrageously good); savory pub food; and scrumptious chocolate treats towards the end of my journey. YUM!!! Thanks, Boston! And thanks, of course, to my fabulous tour guide!
After Monica has been in grad school at BU for almost two years, I finally booked a flight to go see her during my first day of spring break. The snow didn’t know this. My first day of break (Good Friday) turned out to be a regular teaching day… So after some groveling, my principal allowed me to sneak out a bit early and get on the road to Charlotte to catch a direct flight. I allowed myself a few extra hours ’cause traffic would be horrid on the Friday afternoon before Easter, right? Nope. Happily, no delays. I arrived early at Nancy and Randy’s house to–much to my surprise–sit and relax for a minute! The pressure of the journey started to mount in my imagination, however, so I asked if we could go ahead and head out early since the airline had advised that Easter traffic would be heavy. 6.2 minutes to check in, check a bag, get through security, and arrive at the gate is not my definition of heavy, but I’m no transit expert. Hmm… What to do with oneself in an airport for two unforeseen hours. This is not the funny bit, so let’s skip to Boston arrival after an uneventful (yes, army dude trying to hit on me, you were a nonevent) flight. I arrive at the baggage claim and call Mosie. She’s a prompt little lady and declared that she was also at the baggage claim. Haha, funny story: I bought the flight and received confirmation from United, but the whole sha-bang was actually US Airways, so my baggage claim was not where Mo expected… Whoops. No worries, she can easily walk the “0.4 miles” to Terminal B. If it was 0.4, that must have been according to our old friend Mr. Flying Crow, because it took her twenty minutes at a good pace. Finally, she arrives at Terminal B. Supposedly. I tell her, “Listen, Bub. I’m here. I don’t see you. You are mistaken. I am at door ‘B103,’ so I am clearly in Terminal B.” P.S., thanks, Boston, for labeling the doors. “Oh, no problem,” she says, “I’m at 113, so I can walk towards you and you walk towards me.” Sounded logical at the time… I made it to door B106–a dead end. Monica made it to door B107–a dead end. We peek outside. I have a dumpster area and a giant parking lot where Mo claims to be. Mo has a bank–again, a dead end. Through some dark magic, wishful thinking, and a Hogwarts Express train later, Mo appeared out of thin air, and my transit karma really kicked in. We waited less than 60 seconds for each leg of our public transport journey to the Theology Fun House. Success!
Aren’t they just? I spent the past five days with my best friend, Monica, up in Boston where she is finishing her second year of seminary. The post title above was shouted at us by a creepy Boston Red Sox fan as we tenaciously shoved our way through the crowd at Fenway for some delicious local frozen yogurt down the block. Monica swears she heard a less polite word that also rhymes with “glasses,” but then the quote would not accurately sum up my trip.
I stayed with Mo in her delightful unair-conditioned room at the Boston University Theology House, and remembered all of the reasons that I loved living with her. Her room overlooks the Charles River and is situated on the 3rd floor of a strikingly charming (read “old”) mansion with enough crown molding and architectural features to make any HGTV host wet themselves. Unfortunately, I always failed to remember to take pictures seeing as how I always wound up light-headed after climbing the 7 flights of stairs to reach Monica’s room.