5 questions and 4 lies

After the party this weekend (thank you all for coming) I thought I should post some answers to a few questions we got.


1) I want to come but I need a roomie.... help!

We can help with that. Just give us a call or send an email and we'll let you know who else is coming that needs a roomie.


2) When are you guys going to be there?

Jose and I will be at the resort from Monday to Monday (the 6th to the 13th)


3) Can I come early?

Sure can. Come on down whenever you want.


4) How much will it cost?

That's between you and the travel agent- it'll depend on what kind of room you want and how long you stay. Just send her an email or give her a call. I promise she doesn't bite :)


5) Do I have to pay all at once?

Nope. You'll need to put down a small deposit, then the rest is due 60-90 days before travel. So you can make payments, or maybe put your tax refund to a better cause than last year (beer, I'm sure)



WOW that was incredibly boring. I'll make this post a little better with "Lies my dad told me as a child". He seems to be a pretty popular subject after the "special daughter" photo.


My friend Liz and I just had a conversation about little white lies our parents told us when we were children. I quickly realized that my father went beyond fibbing into full blown truth-massacres.



1) Disneyworld.

Every little girl wants to go to Disneyworld. I was lucky enough to have a father that would take me every weekend.






Anyone that goes to Jillys in Ellicott City knows what this is- and it's not Cinderella castle.




2) Cinderella's Castle

Speaking of the castle, I got to see it all the time.







Yup. The Mormon Temple.





3) Rapunzel


You think it's a fairytale? Would I lie to you? (Yes.) Come on sweetheart, I'll show you where she's kept. Still waiting on that prince






I used to stand at the base and scream "Rapuuuuuuuuunzeeeeel! Let down your haaaaaaaaaaaaair!"




4) The Statue of Liberty


This is my personal favorite. When I was little I really wanted to see the Statue of Liberty. I had a lot of things I wanted to talk to her about. Like, whatcha lookin at out there? And, can you come to school for show and tell?

So dad tells me that we just can't go see her. Why? Because she's a very busy woman and it's very difficult to get an appointment with her.

BUT....

We can go see her husband. And he'll relay the message to his wife.
This is exciting. We plan our trip. We drive FOREVER. And finally we find him.

Dad says march on up and yell up to him whatever it is you want to say to Mrs. Liberty.

So I go. And I scream..... Excuse me Mr. Liberty but I wanna tell you something so you can tell your wife and it's really important....









 Ladies and Gentlemen- Mr. Liberty.

Math, Church, and other confusing things.

Sometime after the shock of having something shiny on my hand wore off, I realized that I actually had to plan a wedding.

Now I already belong to a church, but it's in Elkridge. And we live 45 minutes away. So now it's time to search for a church. Even though we're getting married in Punta Cana, it's still important to me that we say our vows in the church when we get back.

Anyone who's been married in a Catholic Church knows that you don't just walk in and sign up. It involves meetings with the Priest and marriage classes. The Priest has to approve your marriage, and the whole process can take months.

Jose thinks in numbers, so this is how the above looks in his mind:

Sunday + Football + Guys + Beer = Awesome

Sunday + Church + talking about feelings = FAIL

Football > Church

Of all the wedding related questions I interrogate Jose with, this is possibly his most hated. I find the easiest way to get a response from him is while wearing very little clothing, and holding food or beer. Preferably both. This also works well for "I want to go shopping" "We need new furniture" or "My friends 8 year old is spending the weekend with us".

But I don't want him to just go to Church and be miserable because I want to go, I want him to enjoy it. Or at least tolerate it.

Ultimately, I had to bring out the secret weapon- his friend. We're very lucky to have The Nudo's as our partners in crime. Jose and Erik talk about sports while Liz and I devise would domination schemes. We're usually the shortest and loudest people in any setting.

Erik's promise to Jose that the pre-cana classes are actually worth going to was just the push he needed to give it a chance. Boys always listen to their boys.

The issue of the Church has made me realize that now some of the things that "he does" and "I do" now have to be things that "we do". And we're both people who are used to doing pretty much whatever the hell we want.

Girl scout cookies for dinner? YES. Beer for breakfast? YES. Empty the dishwasher? Fold clothes? Buy groceries? NEVER!

Definitely something we'll need to work out in class.