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seeing as how the last time i posted on here was like, um, roughly 4yrs ago, i thought i'd take time out of my busy shhhedule to update. a few momentous occasions have occurred in the last week or so:
1. fathers day - hurrah for dads everywhere!
2. my mum's big 6-0 - hurrah for getting older but never aging!
3. whit's wedding - hurrah for 105degree-outside-no-shade nuptials!
first up, fathers day; what i will forever remember about growing up with big dave as my pops:
-pizza king pizza
-bad perms all around, dave included
-driving golf balls with his good clubs into the backyard field
-getting scared spitless by the panty-hosed-bandits (aka dad and roger lloyd)
-burying our innumerable "pets" in the woods across the street ("pets" meaning any animal that perchance took up residence in our immense backyard)
-the lightning bolt shoes - i think you scarred all of us girls with those sneaks, dad
-crying when minute (our beloved old dog) died after a bad storm
-never missing a big game or school program or anything that was important to us
-goldman's bike shop, frosty's freezer, selma ball diamonds
-never having to fear anything as long as you were around
I LOVE YOU, YOU BIG LUG!
and con's big day:

my sister's get to enjoy everything with my mom, while i have become resigned to hearing all details second-hand. the consolation is knowing they love and miss me just as much as i love and miss them. (mor and i were flying to california for whit's wedding on my mom's birthday, so i called ahead to have flowers ready for erica to pick up and take to the birthday girl. they were well-received, or so i was told.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA! WE LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND...
whit and brian's wedding:
really lovely. from what i could see, what with the sweat stinging my eyes. no, really, it was very nice. fred, the bishop who performed the ceremony and is apparently one of southern california's most notorious sweaters, made it short and sweat, i mean sweet. "you do, he does, kiss her and let's get to the punch!" the bride was blushing, the groom was groovy and the guests were gushing. mor got to chat it up with old friends; we got to see all the georgia family; and i got to hang out with one of my favorite little girls, tess. (she really is adorable. she'd be one of your favorites too.) we ate yummy treats, snuck inside to cool off in the ac, discussed our favorite colors--tess likes pink, i like green--and her new shoes, very cute flip flops. the normal chit-chat between gal pals, you know. we gave our kisses and best wishes to the bride and groom, hugged the georgia relatives good-bye and packed up the chairs, dancefloor, lanterns, candles etc etc before calling it a night. as for the rest of the trip, we dined on porto's a few times, shopped downtown pasadena, visited with the cooks and their new addition malia, got our tan on at manhattan beach, ate at tarasco's...everything mor wanted to do, we did and everywhere mor wanted to go, we went. almost. (in and out will have to wait till next time. sorry, hubs. but weren't those porto's potato balls the best things you've ever tasted? yeah, i thought so.)
and of course, through it all, we didn't take any pictures. we suck like that. hopefully everyone else involved in all the festitivies--near and far--will love us enough to send us photographic proof...? please?
pretty please?