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I love toast

October 18, 2012 Leave a comment

Seriously, I do.

And I also loved our toasts!

From the bridesmaids, I chose my friend Katie to deliver the toast. We’ve been friends since Mr. Sperry’s Latin class in high school, and she’s gotten to know Charles better than most of my friends over the last few years.

I knew she wouldn’t disappoint in providing a comical, but also touching, toast to us as a couple:

Hi everyone!

I’m so happy to see all of you here, especially as Charles threatened to make me help him drink any leftover booze – my liver thanks you all!

When Mary asked me to speak at her wedding, I was happy to agree. After all, I speak for a living, how hard could it be, right?

Then she told me over 300 people were coming.

I have to admit, I freaked out a little.

But when I sat down to plan out this speech, it got a lot easier.

Because it’s SO easy to tell you how wonderful Mary is, and how kind Charles is, and what an incredible couple they are.

I met Mary when I was in 7th grade, on a trip to Philly with a group that was against the use of drugs and alcohol. You can see how well that worked out for us!

But before you all start thinking, “Awww, how sweet, they’ve been friends for 20 years.” – I’ve gotta burst your bubble.

Mary hated me for two YEARS before we finally became friends – but friends we are now, for…ALMOST 20 years. ūüėČ

Which is a darn good thing, cause we’ve needed each other! From college stress to boy drama to family heartbreaks, we’ve been there for each other every single step along the way.

She has ALWAYS been the person I call first, whether something is horribly wrong OR totally right.

We’ve flown kites at the White House, gone midnight swimming, and she’s even gotten me quilting.

Mary is amazing – she’s the type of person that could give you good advice with her head in a bucket – she doesn’t even have to see where she’s going to give you the right guidance in life.

Now, Charles, I’ve met more recently – but from the moment I met him, there was no doubt in my mind that he and Mary would end up in this tent someday. He is easily most generous human being I’ve ever met.

For those of you who don’t know him that well, here’s proof. He helped me move recently…..UN….ASKED!

A few years after I met him, I was stranded with my roommate Jess in DC at midnight because the Metro had stopped running.

We called EVERYONE I knew in DC. Mary was on a train on her way to Boston, other friends were out of town, too, or asleep and not answering.After panic started setting in, my phone rang – it was Charles. He’d worked a full shift at the Irish Times, then gone to hang out with some friends in Adams Morgan. He was already miles out of the city, but TURNED AROUND at 12:30am to come and pick us up, and drive us 20 miles to our car in Vienna.

That’s the kind of guy Charles is. So that’s why I’m so thrilled they’ve gotten married. I can’t imagine a more loving pair.

So I have one more story to share – some of you might know, I’ve always called Mary, “MaryM” – and she’s always called me “KtF”. It’s the same way we tease each other about our friendship bringing the Catholics and the Jews closer together. But now that she’s married, she’s not MaryM anymore! She’s MaryMH!

When I was trying to wrap my head around this change, I kept testing whether I could start calling her MaryMH. I was repeating it over and over again, MaryMH, MaryMH, MaryMH – Marry a Mensch. Marry a Mensch. Marry a MENSCH??

At this point, I was laughing so hard, I started crying…in Yiddish, a Mensch is¬†the ultimate¬†good guy, the type of guy you want to bring home to your mother.

Mary’s new name defines Mary’s new life. Because Mary DEFINITELY married a mensch.

In honor of that realization, I’d like to close like this:

A Jew and a Catholic walk into a bar. The bartender looks at the Jew and says, what’ll ya have? She asks for her drink, he gets it, and looks at the Catholic and repeats, what’ll ya have? She looks him right in the eye and says, “YOU.”

I couldn’t be happier that she’s gotten her choice.

So I’d like all of you to grab the glass nearest you (hopefully it’s YOURS), and raise it in a toast! To Mary and Charles and a life together filled with happiness! Mazel Tov!

We love you KtF!

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Pictures speak 1,000 words…

October 11, 2012 Leave a comment

Yay! Last night (a couple weeks ahead of schedule) we got to go through our album of pictures online.

It totally brings back some of the sweet sweet memories that were starting to feel like they were so long ago.

We absolutely LOVE them. Besides remembering what we were doing that day, it also reminds us of so many of the loved ones that shared the day with us.

Our photographers (mattstantonart.com) were FANTASTIC. No only do they capture some beautiful images, but they’re awesome people themselves. They never asked us to do any of the trendy poses that we just aren’t really into doing, and they never tried to rush us through the not-so-fun posed shots either. But they had beautiful images in mind as soon as they saw the location. And in taking us away from the party for a few minutes to go romping through the hay fields, they also helped Charles and I have some quiet “alone” time (well, we were nearly alone) away from all the bustle and noise.

Having such laid back and fun people follow us around all day made the day even more special!

Recap – Preparing for the party

October 10, 2012 Leave a comment

So how does one throw the biggest party Siler has ever seen?

Thankfully, I took the week off the party to prepare. And was it ever a busy week! The only thing that kept me sane was breaking my t0-do list up by day and recopying the list each morning so it looked more and more manageable as the days went on.

The first rentals to arrive were the toilets. Those that follow the Gypsy wedding shows may know that several of the episodes were filmed not too far from the McCarthy Farm. (Who knew?? This show had me second guessing a few people I grew up with. I thought they were just rednecks…maybe not!)

Because of this, I referred to these as our gypsy toilets for the rest of the week (given that Gypsies don’t put bathrooms inside their houses). And by wedding time, they were starting to appear more like bathrooms and less like Johnny Blues. We covered the logo on the front of this one with a wreath, added some nice paper hand towels and candles, and my bridesmaid Lauren even had the awesome idea to hang pictures inside to make them appear more festive (though several guests complained about having Charles stare at them while they went about their business).

A day or two later, the tent arrived. My brother’s family wasn’t home when set up began, so when they got home it looked like the circus had arrived!

Watching the workers drive all those stakes into the ground (they were four or five feet long!) really made me appreciate the fact that I work at a desk…and that I was being paid to take a two-week break from that job!

Right before the wedding, we had a different sort of job to get done.

Sure a reception on a farm sounds like a fun idea..to everyone but the resident chicken.

We weren’t too worried about the chicken bothering guests, but moreso about the guests bothering the chicken. To make sure she still had feathers left on her when the party was over, the kids were rounded up (Lauren included) and asked to catch the chicken and put her in her house (where the chicken house is…I still don’t know).

And in the weeks leading up to the party, Charles had taken several loads (several or many??) of liquor and other supplies out to the farm. My brother was kind enough to let us store stuff in their basement.

But how would we get those cases and cases (seriously…if you were there…did you see how many cases?) of booze from the basement (which opens into the back yard) into the bar in the front yard?

Well, why else would you own a tractor?

There was certainly more work in that last week than we expected, but in the end, I think we all thought it was worth it.

Huge kudos to my brother, his wife, and their six kids for completely turning their house (and lives) upside down for me and my day! I couldn’t have done it without them!

My Name is Zoom and I live on the Moon…

October 5, 2012 Leave a comment

But I came down to earth just to sing this tune, cause hey! It’s my birthday!

Or something like that…

Since we celebrated our wedding for four months, it only makes sense that my birthday gets at least a month, right?

My birth-month began at Nationals Park with the Nats clinching the NL East. YAY!

On the second day, our good friend’s mom had us over for a fabulous fall dinner. Apple crisp. Yum!

At Monday’s game. Michael Morse included us in his champagne celebration.

On the third day, the Nats closed the season leading the entire league.

And yesterday, one of my super-fun cousins had twins!

I can’t wait to see what’s in store tonight…

 

 

Little Gobbler, III

November 11, 2011 Leave a comment

First, there was Little Gobbler. I believe this craft was Gretchen’s idea.

“Oh no guys! You don’t have to bring paints! I have plenty!” she said.

I guess her idea of “fall colors” is different than most people’s.

I’m pretty sure this was also the year Elena discovered her love for styrofoam balls and hot glue. I remember lots of random things being glued…

Last year, there was Little Gobbler 2.0.

He was fairly similar to the original gobbler, but with a handy body that could hold candy (I think my niece ate an entire pot of cinnamon red hots last year out of him).

We had more appropriate paint colors, but of course, like everything in the world, each Gobbler ended up having it’s own personality. Mine appeared slightly drunk, G’s looked sad, and Angie’s…wait, is that Elvis??

This year we decided that maybe we’d find a way to share our love of Little Gobblers with more people. Plus, how many styrofoam turkeys does any one person need in their own house?

We turned the gobblers into cards, so we can send them to people we’re thankful for.

Using four different punches (only the hats were cut freehand with scissors) we spent a couple hours each creating 10 cards each (and maybe drinking a bottle of wine and eating half a cookie cake while we were at it.

The results, once again, all had personalities of their own (yes Angie, homemade turkeys DO have personalities!).

So while each of the cards will be sent to people outside our group, I’m pretty certain that each of the three of us “seesters” is thankful that after three years, we can still make crazy crafts together and laugh until we cry about who knows what.

The Meaning of the word “Friend”

May 18, 2011 3 comments

I think there are many types of friends that come in and out of your life as you age.

There are the childhood friends that were your closests buddies when your worlds were small. You may completely lose touch with them, but the sentiment of their friendship never changes.

There are the transient friends that move in and out of your life. The best of these friends you can call or visit at any time (even if you haven’t spoken in a year) and it will be as if no time has passed.

There are the friend-family members who you have to love because they’re family, but they’re cool enough that you actually like them too.

And there are the truly dedicated friends. No matter what’s going on, good or bad or boring, these friends have made a commitment to always be there.

No one friend is better than the other, they all have their strengths.

But I think I’m lucky to have friends that stay in such close touch. I also think I’m lucky to have worked with them!

Also known as the “Seesters,” Angie, Gretchen and I haven’t worked in the same building in 5 years. But every month, we still try our damnedest to get together. It could be a simple night in with sangria and board games, or it could be our ever-favorite night out at Uncle Julios, but month in, month out, I know I can count on catch up time with the girls!

Last night was sangria night at Gretchen’s. The drinks were dangerously delicious! (Trust me, dangerous!) And the inner geek in us all came out as we played two very competitive games of Settlers of Catan (which gets much harder the more dangerous the sangria gets).

For the recipe of Gretchen’s dangerous sangria, click here. She used two apples instead of one apple one pear, left out the pom seeds, and only used one cinnamon stick. I don’t love super sweet things, but this was perfect!

She let it sit for one day. If you’re driving, resist the temptation to eat the fruit!

How a few years can change your perspective…

February 11, 2011 3 comments

When I arrived at college my freshman year, I knew no one. My roommate was some random girl from Oklahoma (I was sure she was going to be some kind of hick) and while all my high school classmates chose to go to UVa. or VA Tech, I decided to pay through the nose for Catholic school.

Why not? I’d never been to Catholic school…

The icing on top of the scary cake…I was selected to live on “South Campus” – a cluster of just three buildings separated from campus by at least 9 lanes of traffic.

We were secluded.

We were all alone on the edge of a ghetto! (At least in those days it seemed like a ghetto!)

I thought it was awful. The guys constantly trashed our dorm. We woke up one night with a stranger sleeping on our floor. My roommate was chased by a drunk guy with a pair of scissors…oh the stories!

But looking back on it now…that’s the stuff that memories are made of.

The friends that I have from college that I still talk to, not a single one of them had the same major as me (and my major was one of the biggest!). Few of them shared classes with me. But most of them have an amazing thing in common with me.

We survived South Side!

Today was bitter-sweet as I watched a wrecking ball smash (well, it bounced a few times, and then it sort of plunked itself) into a wall of that freshman dorm. Now working at the university, I can’t WAIT for restaurants and shops to come to the area. But the word “Spellman” will always conjur such fun memories for me.

If only I could go back and more fully appreciate them!

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