We have been engaged for a whole year.
And we're not even married yet.
C'mon!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friendship test
Attention, people!
We've noticed from our blogstats that a few of you -- we aren't going to say who, because we don't play like that, Tony -- have not been checking this blog for updates every day. Traffic has declined dramatically since our last post, on October 15, 2007.
We are very, very disappointed in you. Not cool.
What if we had used this blog to announce something very important, such as a wedding location change or one of our deaths or that it was going to be an all-nude wedding? What then? How embarrassing would it have been for you to show up at the wrong location for a dead person's wedding in clothes??? Mortifying.
Fortunately for all of you, we are kind and generous souls. To wit: this post, a warning. Please endeavor to check in here at least once, probably two or three times, a day from here on out, in order to ensure that you remain fully abreast of all relevant details pertaining to the Happiest Day of Your Life, Josh and Kelly's wedding. (Hey, all that's at stake is OUR FRIENDSHIP.)
For those few esteemed persons among you who have taken the mere handful of seconds it takes to check this blog regularly -- we have one very dedicated fan at the University of Arkansas, according to our visitor IP address data (as well as the pictures he's been sending -- please stop, kid) -- we offer this special Top Secret Reward Code, redeemable for one (1) bridesmaid of indeterminate sobriety or free entry to the National Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward, Wisconsin:
XOBEARS08/WEARENAMINGOURCATJONHOUGHTON
To redeem, send this code in the subject of an email to either the bride or groom, along with your $25 PayPal entry fee. (Reminder: All that's at stake is OUR FRIENDSHIP.)
Good luck! Be sure to check the blog regularly! Our next cat could be named after you!
Love,
Josh and Kelly
We've noticed from our blogstats that a few of you -- we aren't going to say who, because we don't play like that, Tony -- have not been checking this blog for updates every day. Traffic has declined dramatically since our last post, on October 15, 2007.
We are very, very disappointed in you. Not cool.
What if we had used this blog to announce something very important, such as a wedding location change or one of our deaths or that it was going to be an all-nude wedding? What then? How embarrassing would it have been for you to show up at the wrong location for a dead person's wedding in clothes??? Mortifying.
Fortunately for all of you, we are kind and generous souls. To wit: this post, a warning. Please endeavor to check in here at least once, probably two or three times, a day from here on out, in order to ensure that you remain fully abreast of all relevant details pertaining to the Happiest Day of Your Life, Josh and Kelly's wedding. (Hey, all that's at stake is OUR FRIENDSHIP.)
For those few esteemed persons among you who have taken the mere handful of seconds it takes to check this blog regularly -- we have one very dedicated fan at the University of Arkansas, according to our visitor IP address data (as well as the pictures he's been sending -- please stop, kid) -- we offer this special Top Secret Reward Code, redeemable for one (1) bridesmaid of indeterminate sobriety or free entry to the National Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward, Wisconsin:
XOBEARS08/WEARENAMINGOURCATJONHOUGHTON
To redeem, send this code in the subject of an email to either the bride or groom, along with your $25 PayPal entry fee. (Reminder: All that's at stake is OUR FRIENDSHIP.)
Good luck! Be sure to check the blog regularly! Our next cat could be named after you!
Love,
Josh and Kelly
Monday, October 15, 2007
Something About Something
I know. We're bums.
It's not like we've even been out of town or anything. We've been right here, not blogging, all this time. I really don't know what to say. I guess the feeling is, when we're knee-deep in important decisions like which color of pink looks right with our save-the-dates, you guys are better off not knowing.
But after thinking about it for a while, I thought to myself, Hey, this is a wedding blog, for pete's sake. Time for some wedding talk. Suck it up, people.
First: the Gown. After an insane amount of stressing, I bought one. Being a lover of bargains, I bought it on eBay, so there was none of the typical 10- to 12-week waiting period nonsense. It's hanging in my closet, waiting to be shortened and calling out to be tried on every 20 minutes or so: "Kelly, try me on! Try me on while you drink red wine and eat pomegranates!" It's a real troublemaker, that dress. I will probably wear it tonight while I'm watching the Dancing With the Stars, Anna's new favorite show.
Next: the save-the-dates. These are coming, and they will have a website on them. You will go to the website, and it will explain the mysteries of transporation to Hayward, Wisconsin. That is, if Josh has built the website by then. If he hasn't, then the wedding's off anyway, so don't sweat it.
And last: the registry. Yesterday I went to a store and they gave me a Palm Pilot attached to a stun gun and told me to get going because they wanted the gun back in an hour. It was kind of a fancy store, so I was expecting a mimosa and a pedicure while I pointed to gilded soup tureens and said, "I want ten of those." Instead I wandered around aimlessly in a very crowded store full of people who think about chargers a lot (not the Harding Chargers, but the things you put around your plate but do not use so your plate isn't lonely), scanned enough plates for us to break a few and still serve all of Eileen's friends, and then lost interest. I think if I do any more registering, it will be for yarn and Huskers tickets, or maybe a kitten.
Speaking of kittens, don't you guys think it's time for a new "Ask a Cat"?
It's not like we've even been out of town or anything. We've been right here, not blogging, all this time. I really don't know what to say. I guess the feeling is, when we're knee-deep in important decisions like which color of pink looks right with our save-the-dates, you guys are better off not knowing.
But after thinking about it for a while, I thought to myself, Hey, this is a wedding blog, for pete's sake. Time for some wedding talk. Suck it up, people.
First: the Gown. After an insane amount of stressing, I bought one. Being a lover of bargains, I bought it on eBay, so there was none of the typical 10- to 12-week waiting period nonsense. It's hanging in my closet, waiting to be shortened and calling out to be tried on every 20 minutes or so: "Kelly, try me on! Try me on while you drink red wine and eat pomegranates!" It's a real troublemaker, that dress. I will probably wear it tonight while I'm watching the Dancing With the Stars, Anna's new favorite show.
Next: the save-the-dates. These are coming, and they will have a website on them. You will go to the website, and it will explain the mysteries of transporation to Hayward, Wisconsin. That is, if Josh has built the website by then. If he hasn't, then the wedding's off anyway, so don't sweat it.
And last: the registry. Yesterday I went to a store and they gave me a Palm Pilot attached to a stun gun and told me to get going because they wanted the gun back in an hour. It was kind of a fancy store, so I was expecting a mimosa and a pedicure while I pointed to gilded soup tureens and said, "I want ten of those." Instead I wandered around aimlessly in a very crowded store full of people who think about chargers a lot (not the Harding Chargers, but the things you put around your plate but do not use so your plate isn't lonely), scanned enough plates for us to break a few and still serve all of Eileen's friends, and then lost interest. I think if I do any more registering, it will be for yarn and Huskers tickets, or maybe a kitten.
Speaking of kittens, don't you guys think it's time for a new "Ask a Cat"?
OMG! It's been more than a month! WTF!
Here's some filler content while we get our bidness together:
An article about my Alma Mater (I think--I read this twice and I don't think it says anything about anything, but the words "Gustavus" and "Swedish" do appear in the same sentence)
Bizarro Josh terrorizes New York City while real Josh naps (thanks Tony)
A shining example of a higher love from Kelly McConnor
Filler Art:
This is the oft-mentioned Ned's Cabin, as viewed from a kayak.
And here is a picture of a (slightly) larger-than-lifesize bass much like the kind you can catch in Clear Lake if you stay at Ned's Cabin. I took this picture at the Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward so you could start to get a feel for all of the many cultural attractions in the area.
And I'll leave you for now with an idea of the best time for bass fishing:
An article about my Alma Mater (I think--I read this twice and I don't think it says anything about anything, but the words "Gustavus" and "Swedish" do appear in the same sentence)
Bizarro Josh terrorizes New York City while real Josh naps (thanks Tony)
A shining example of a higher love from Kelly McConnor
Filler Art:
This is the oft-mentioned Ned's Cabin, as viewed from a kayak.
And here is a picture of a (slightly) larger-than-lifesize bass much like the kind you can catch in Clear Lake if you stay at Ned's Cabin. I took this picture at the Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward so you could start to get a feel for all of the many cultural attractions in the area.
And I'll leave you for now with an idea of the best time for bass fishing:
Friday, September 7, 2007
Attention WEDDING PARTY and people who share beds with members of the WEDDING PARTY and people who are willing to sleep with Pat:
Josh teased a bit to Ned’s Cabin yesterday. He said, and I quote, “blah blah blah Ned’s Cabin.”
You might ask yourself, who is this Ned, and why do I have to stay in his cabin?
I’ll tell you who Ned is. Ned is NOT IMPORTANT and stop asking, you nosy so-and-sos. Ned is a man, just a man with a cabin, and we are renting that cabin, and you are staying in that cabin, and that is the end of the discussion.
If you must have more information, our parents have rented this cabin called Clear Lake Point which we call Ned’s Cabin, right across Clear Lake from where the wedding ceremony will be held. The house sleeps fifty people comfortably, or 19 in beds. It’s enormous, and it has often been called “The Graceland of the Upper Midwest” because of its numerous bowling alleys and the solid gold chandelier that hangs in the Honeymoon suite above the revolving bed.
Some of you may not know this, but being in our wedding party is a Huge Pain in the Ass*, (and splendidly large hats are NOT cheap) so we thought, what better way to say thank you than to treat you to a big cabin in the woods with kayaks and paddleboats and canoes and warm water and loons so that if you have the time, you can have a little mini-vacation before you have to stand there in your mint green tuxes before God and everyone and commit to being our friends forever. Josh and I hope this will tempt some of you to come out as early as Wednesday before the wedding to enjoy Hayward and all that it has to offer, namely, loons. There are enough real beds to sleep everyone comfortably and a huge kitchen and satellite tv and pizza delivery options available. There is a pool table and a fire pit and even a piano for sing-a-longs of “We’re in Business.” It is ten minutes from the original Famous Daves. Frankly, I would go there right now if I didn’t think my bosses would frown upon it.
Please come join us at Ned's, oh party of ours. We hope it will in some way offset the choreographed number you’ll be doing to “We’ve Got Tonight” after the ceremony. We hope.
*See: What do you think of this dress? Really? You don't think it's too slutty? Do I look fat in it? You'd tell me if I looked fat in it, right? Maybe we should try on some more dresses. What are you doing this weekend?
You might ask yourself, who is this Ned, and why do I have to stay in his cabin?
I’ll tell you who Ned is. Ned is NOT IMPORTANT and stop asking, you nosy so-and-sos. Ned is a man, just a man with a cabin, and we are renting that cabin, and you are staying in that cabin, and that is the end of the discussion.
If you must have more information, our parents have rented this cabin called Clear Lake Point which we call Ned’s Cabin, right across Clear Lake from where the wedding ceremony will be held. The house sleeps fifty people comfortably, or 19 in beds. It’s enormous, and it has often been called “The Graceland of the Upper Midwest” because of its numerous bowling alleys and the solid gold chandelier that hangs in the Honeymoon suite above the revolving bed.
Some of you may not know this, but being in our wedding party is a Huge Pain in the Ass*, (and splendidly large hats are NOT cheap) so we thought, what better way to say thank you than to treat you to a big cabin in the woods with kayaks and paddleboats and canoes and warm water and loons so that if you have the time, you can have a little mini-vacation before you have to stand there in your mint green tuxes before God and everyone and commit to being our friends forever. Josh and I hope this will tempt some of you to come out as early as Wednesday before the wedding to enjoy Hayward and all that it has to offer, namely, loons. There are enough real beds to sleep everyone comfortably and a huge kitchen and satellite tv and pizza delivery options available. There is a pool table and a fire pit and even a piano for sing-a-longs of “We’re in Business.” It is ten minutes from the original Famous Daves. Frankly, I would go there right now if I didn’t think my bosses would frown upon it.
Please come join us at Ned's, oh party of ours. We hope it will in some way offset the choreographed number you’ll be doing to “We’ve Got Tonight” after the ceremony. We hope.
*See: What do you think of this dress? Really? You don't think it's too slutty? Do I look fat in it? You'd tell me if I looked fat in it, right? Maybe we should try on some more dresses. What are you doing this weekend?
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wayward in Hayward
This blogging thing is complicated. For one thing, you are supposed to do it more than once a month, apparently, so that people don't forget about your blog! But who has the time? Some of us have jobs, people!
Also, our URL isn't accurate anymore, as She-Bear pointed out in our last post. That renders the counter on the left inaccurate as well! Gah! Our wedding date is now moved up a week, to July 12, 2008. See, we called to book hotel blocks and discovered that apparently there is a monthlong sleepaway camp going on near Hayward, and that the campers' moms and dads had already reserved all the rooms in town for parents' weekend on the 19th. That created a huge problem, because we knew that some of our guests (my friend Pat, my brother Gabe) would want to try to meet girls at the sleepaway camp, and who needs parents interfering with yo' game, playa? Too, we figured that some of you nellie-nellies would want hotel rooms. Come on!
So, the lady and I are going to have a talk about this blog. In the meantime, though, I will tell you about OUR FABULOUS WEDDING-PLANNING TRIP, from which we have just returned.
For starters, how apropos that we should make the journey over the Labor Day weekend, because wedding planning is a lot of work. To the casual observer, this may not be apparent, because it just looks like a bunch of flipping through magazines and pointing at the things inside of them, but the casual observer doesn't understand just how many things there are to point at. Also, you are not just pointing! Some of the things in the magazines must be admired, some must be mocked, and some must be torn out and put into a binder! I am really glad I'm not in charge of that last bit, because whenever I tear something out to store in a binder, I end up with a binder full of stuff that I never look at again, which ends up getting stored in a cardboard box with a bunch of other binders full of stuff I've never looked at again. The box keeps getting bigger and bigger, and frankly, it's getting too heavy and real old at this point. When I started this system back in college, I was pretty sure I'd have an attic soon where I could leave the box until I died, after which my kids would go through it, thinking it was all really important to me. That was so long ago. I am 31 now, and there is still no goddamn attic in my future. We don't have attics in New York. That would be preposterous. Please, please, let this wedding happen soon and then let me write a best-selling novel and then let us move back to the Midwest or somewhere with attics. PLEASE.
Anyway. Here are some highlights of the trip:
Ned's cabin. Our wedding party will be staying here next summer, and man, are you guys in for a treat. This place is enormous and has a pool table, a boating area, and, yes, a hot chicks room. Perfect for those of our friends who are into "the lifestyle," which is all of them.
The McCormick House. This is where the reception will be, and this joint is so stylin' that when you see it, you are not going to believe you're in Hayward, Wisconsin. You will probably think it's Eau Claire, perhaps Madison. One word, people: topiary. And one more word: reflecting pool.
Dragonfly! No joke, we were out on the dock and this dragonfly came and sat on my shirt for, like, an hour, until I had to forcibly remove him. We're pretty sure he was ancient and about to die, and just wanted to spend his last few minutes with a man society press has dubbed "god of the dragonflies—and the kitchen." He got me instead, but I don't think he knew the difference.
There is more, but I can already tell that this is going to be one of those posts that Kelly just shakes her head at. I will be back tomorrow, with a more composed manner, better things to say, and entirely better ways of saying them. Thanks for understanding—this wedding stuff just wipes you out.
Also, our URL isn't accurate anymore, as She-Bear pointed out in our last post. That renders the counter on the left inaccurate as well! Gah! Our wedding date is now moved up a week, to July 12, 2008. See, we called to book hotel blocks and discovered that apparently there is a monthlong sleepaway camp going on near Hayward, and that the campers' moms and dads had already reserved all the rooms in town for parents' weekend on the 19th. That created a huge problem, because we knew that some of our guests (my friend Pat, my brother Gabe) would want to try to meet girls at the sleepaway camp, and who needs parents interfering with yo' game, playa? Too, we figured that some of you nellie-nellies would want hotel rooms. Come on!
So, the lady and I are going to have a talk about this blog. In the meantime, though, I will tell you about OUR FABULOUS WEDDING-PLANNING TRIP, from which we have just returned.
For starters, how apropos that we should make the journey over the Labor Day weekend, because wedding planning is a lot of work. To the casual observer, this may not be apparent, because it just looks like a bunch of flipping through magazines and pointing at the things inside of them, but the casual observer doesn't understand just how many things there are to point at. Also, you are not just pointing! Some of the things in the magazines must be admired, some must be mocked, and some must be torn out and put into a binder! I am really glad I'm not in charge of that last bit, because whenever I tear something out to store in a binder, I end up with a binder full of stuff that I never look at again, which ends up getting stored in a cardboard box with a bunch of other binders full of stuff I've never looked at again. The box keeps getting bigger and bigger, and frankly, it's getting too heavy and real old at this point. When I started this system back in college, I was pretty sure I'd have an attic soon where I could leave the box until I died, after which my kids would go through it, thinking it was all really important to me. That was so long ago. I am 31 now, and there is still no goddamn attic in my future. We don't have attics in New York. That would be preposterous. Please, please, let this wedding happen soon and then let me write a best-selling novel and then let us move back to the Midwest or somewhere with attics. PLEASE.
Anyway. Here are some highlights of the trip:
Ned's cabin. Our wedding party will be staying here next summer, and man, are you guys in for a treat. This place is enormous and has a pool table, a boating area, and, yes, a hot chicks room. Perfect for those of our friends who are into "the lifestyle," which is all of them.
The McCormick House. This is where the reception will be, and this joint is so stylin' that when you see it, you are not going to believe you're in Hayward, Wisconsin. You will probably think it's Eau Claire, perhaps Madison. One word, people: topiary. And one more word: reflecting pool.
Dragonfly! No joke, we were out on the dock and this dragonfly came and sat on my shirt for, like, an hour, until I had to forcibly remove him. We're pretty sure he was ancient and about to die, and just wanted to spend his last few minutes with a man society press has dubbed "god of the dragonflies—and the kitchen." He got me instead, but I don't think he knew the difference.
There is more, but I can already tell that this is going to be one of those posts that Kelly just shakes her head at. I will be back tomorrow, with a more composed manner, better things to say, and entirely better ways of saying them. Thanks for understanding—this wedding stuff just wipes you out.
Monday, August 13, 2007
It's Not That We Haven't Been Blogging
It's just that we've been blogging on the NEW site. The correct site. You know, july122008.blogspot.com*? I can't believe you haven't heard of it. It's very popular. So popular, we're currently in negotiations for a book deal. We're not much into writing, but don't worry--I hear Karl Rove has plenty of free time to ghost a book for us these days.
Wait, why the confused look on your face? Hadn't you heard? We changed the date of the wedding, making this website completely irrelevant. (And irreverent!) July 19th, 2008 seemed like a good day for a while, but we thought better of it. The thing about July 19th, 2008, is that besides being the original date of our intended nuptials, it also happens to be the one day that a crack opens up between this world and the next letting out all the mystic wolf-spirits so they can feed on our fragile tendons while we cower in fear. I don't know how we forgot about that. It happens every Leap Year, and yet somehow it still sneaks right up on you.
Anyway, once we realized that, and also after we heard about Hayward, Wisconsin's famous Summer Solstice Tantra-athon, we knew June 21st was the perfect new date for our wedding. Everyone involved hustled to change our plans and renegotiate with our vendors for the new date. It all came off without a hitch. There were hotel rooms, there were available caterers, there were plenty of free members of Cirque de Soleil. It was a Christmas miracle, right in the middle of summer! It was too good to be true.
Who could have known that while our wedding team (also known as Team My Mom) scrambled to make the necessary changes, the guys at “Nampfh” (or National Association of Musky Fishermen) were also making a major schedule change. While they had originally hoped to hold the Hayward Lakes Annual Musky Fest on June 28th next year, those annoying dopes in Rice Lake had moved the date of their Musky fishing contest, making conflict unavoidable. No one wanted to see Rice Lake and Hayward go toe to toe for the greatest Musky fishing talent in the Northwoods, least of all this bride and groom. So we changed our wedding date again. A big sacrifice, but for a worthy cause.
So, in conclusion: July 12, 2008
Go ahead and mark your calendars in pen. This is the date we're sticking to. I'll be damned if I'm going to see another event get scheduled over our wedding, be it otherworldly or just plain supernatural. That is why I am starting a petition to get the Hayward Area Chamber of Congress to put my wedding on their official "Events" calendar for all to see (sign up in comments section). If someone wants to schedule something else on July 12, 2008, may God help their souls.
Just to be on the safe side, though, you probably should all keep the entire summer free for now.
*Obviously there is no such blog. You’ll have to keep coming to this inaccurately-named site for the latest wedding updates. But that doesn’t give you an excuse to show up for the ceremony a week late, Gabe.
Wait, why the confused look on your face? Hadn't you heard? We changed the date of the wedding, making this website completely irrelevant. (And irreverent!) July 19th, 2008 seemed like a good day for a while, but we thought better of it. The thing about July 19th, 2008, is that besides being the original date of our intended nuptials, it also happens to be the one day that a crack opens up between this world and the next letting out all the mystic wolf-spirits so they can feed on our fragile tendons while we cower in fear. I don't know how we forgot about that. It happens every Leap Year, and yet somehow it still sneaks right up on you.
Anyway, once we realized that, and also after we heard about Hayward, Wisconsin's famous Summer Solstice Tantra-athon, we knew June 21st was the perfect new date for our wedding. Everyone involved hustled to change our plans and renegotiate with our vendors for the new date. It all came off without a hitch. There were hotel rooms, there were available caterers, there were plenty of free members of Cirque de Soleil. It was a Christmas miracle, right in the middle of summer! It was too good to be true.
Who could have known that while our wedding team (also known as Team My Mom) scrambled to make the necessary changes, the guys at “Nampfh” (or National Association of Musky Fishermen) were also making a major schedule change. While they had originally hoped to hold the Hayward Lakes Annual Musky Fest on June 28th next year, those annoying dopes in Rice Lake had moved the date of their Musky fishing contest, making conflict unavoidable. No one wanted to see Rice Lake and Hayward go toe to toe for the greatest Musky fishing talent in the Northwoods, least of all this bride and groom. So we changed our wedding date again. A big sacrifice, but for a worthy cause.
So, in conclusion: July 12, 2008
Go ahead and mark your calendars in pen. This is the date we're sticking to. I'll be damned if I'm going to see another event get scheduled over our wedding, be it otherworldly or just plain supernatural. That is why I am starting a petition to get the Hayward Area Chamber of Congress to put my wedding on their official "Events" calendar for all to see (sign up in comments section). If someone wants to schedule something else on July 12, 2008, may God help their souls.
Just to be on the safe side, though, you probably should all keep the entire summer free for now.
*Obviously there is no such blog. You’ll have to keep coming to this inaccurately-named site for the latest wedding updates. But that doesn’t give you an excuse to show up for the ceremony a week late, Gabe.
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