A new resolution

I know it's not January 1. But I've making my own blogging resolution.

Nope, not to blog more often. I can't without leaving me any time to actually live my life. (No life...no life to blog.)
But I'm going to vow that I will start leaving comments on all the wonderful blogs that I visit and that provide me with such entertainment and encouragement.

Not that I'm fishing for comments, not that at all.
But if you'd like me to visit and (therefor say howdy do) just leave me your blog address (No comment needed) and I'll add you to my daily routine.

BTW, I'm cross posting this on my knitting blog so I can find some new knitting blogs too.
See it's a win/win situation for me.

Hey, a regular kid

Have you ever watched Blue's Clues or Dora? Have you played those PC games or watched the shows for little kids that ask the kids to yell out the answers or jump up and dance?

I've never had one of those kids. My kids never jumped up and yelled out "A clue" or counted along with Grover or danced along with Dora.

They watched and internalized. They thought those characters on TV and PC were crazy and stupid.

Well, all but Sam.

Sam plays along. Currently, Sam is upstairs playing Reader Rabbit Pre-K on the upstairs computer. (This is a Lazarus computer. ZD, the computer Messiah, brought it back after 6 months of being dead. But not until he ordered a new computer which just arrived this morning.)

Anyway, Sam is having a grand time. He and that little bunny are counting together and yelling out their letters. He's winning tickets for the fair rides and just having a good old time.

I know because I can hear him from his brothers' room, down the stairs, down the hall and into the kitchen.

I believe he's doing the marching band patterns at this point. I hear those little horn wielding ants speaking and Sam occasionally saying "Aw man! Blue! Yeah! I'm fantastic! love that song!"

There he is....the common kid.

What a hoot.

Just because

These always make me laugh. I mean seriously cackle. ZD just shakes his head at me when I scroll through these.
I'm dying laughing here just typing and looking down at those little ground owls.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
(still giggling)

Did you have to do a double take?

Me too.
I decided to drop my Army colors and I'm unsure what "message" I want to convey these days.
It matches my general mood. (bland and unsure. LOL)

I can share the "secret" news soon. Most people IRL know already. Some know and do not realise the impact of what we're doing. Some know and aren't happy about it. And some know and are just as thrilled as we are. But all the pertinent people know, I just have to get the idea squared away in my own head. Maybe later today.

As part of my own internalization, I found a piece of house decoration that I thought I was long done with. In fact, when it was packed up, it was done with great bitterness. I was so bitter when I put it away. I'm kind of ashamed of that now.

oh well, at least I'm growing.

Hey, go look at my knitting. I've been busy.

Not in the Neiman-Marcus catalog

"Do you want anything from the store?" I yelled up to ZooDad.
"Nope," he replied curtly. I could tell he was still stinging from my little meltdown over the condition of the family room/study/site of storage for mass amounts of Army gear. I can't even begin to explain the mess but it rivaled the rooms on that show "Clean Sweep."

"Too bad I can't buy you a non-nagging wife."

"Oh please," he begged, coming to the stairwell with a smile on his face. "Please buy one of those. I would really like one."

"No," I replied. "They don't sell those at the store. You can only get them free with really expensive jewelry or new cars. You can't purchase them separately."

I heard laughter from upstairs, "But I've bought you expensive jewelry and new cars."
"Well, you just got screwed over didn't you," as I walked out the door.

Poor guy, all that money invested and he didn't get the free non-nagging wife.
When I got back home, considerable progress had been made on the family room/study/Army depot

News from the zoo

Yep, that's my Andrew finally learning to ride a bike on his own. His occupational therapist will be so proud. This was another one of those things that he wasn't supposed to do until much later on. (He wasn't supposed to toilet train until he was 5. Bike riding was expected around 8.)
He ran into the house and demanded that ZooDad take off the training wheels. 10 minutes later....this is the picture I took. 10 minutes after that, he was pedaling down the road with ZooDad running to keep up.
He hasn't mastered the trivial details like steering and stopping...but that's what grass is for.

Of course, now we have to get a new bike for Christmas and keep Sam back just long enough for Andrew to back in his own success.

Here's the new mom of the house.

Don't let that sweet face fool you. She'll chew your fingers off to protect her wee little bundles.
Here's their first picture taken at 4 days old. There are four of them. They are currently 11 days old. They are fully furred, their eyes are open, and they are just started to walk around the cage. In another week, they'll be fully weaned and can be separated from Mom.

Hmm...while I would feel a little sad about raising my kids in 18 days. I would love a 18-20 gestation period. I think the hamsters totally lucked out.

Conversation in the driveway

Me to ZooDad: "You know, it's going to take me the better part of two days to get these two bookshelves painted. You'll be responsible for the boys while I'm painting."

Matthew: "Mom, which part of the day is the better part?"

We've still laughing over that one. Is it cruel to be that entrained by the things they say?

Infested

Hi y'all!

I'm back. I'm back and I have news but I can't go sharing the news just as yet. So, technically...I'm back and I have a secret. But it's not really a "Secret" secret. It's really just news that we can't tell everyone yet. But some people already know and just have to act surprised when we start telling everybody. (So y'all keep your lips tight.)
Whew!
And no....it's not that I'm pregnant. Though someone in the house was.

We are currently infested...with hamsters.

Andrew wanted a hamster. And after the death of our two giant Oscars (yes, the giant scary fish died.), we...strike that...I decided to get him one.

I got him a cute little Robo Dwarf hamster and a Jetson style hamster pod house. her name is Speedy because she is a wickedly fast little rodent. Mango the cat was pleased by this event. She takes great joy in watching the little rat though she is frustrated that she cannot actually obtain her.

This hamster purchase led to a series of events as follows:

Matthew, envious of the hamster that Andrew owned, asked for his own hamster.
He wanted a panda bear hamster. (Very cut teddy bear hamster with panda-like markings.) The boy loves pandas.

Of course, there were no panda bear hamsters in town anymore. Not at any of the three stores that we visited. Though one store promised that would have them next week.

We went back next week and they didn't have them. By this time, Matthew had spent about 10 days planning for his new hamster. The boy was not leaving without a fuzzy rodent of his own. He had already cleaned and set up his old cage, all ready for it's new inhabitant. He had food, bedding, and little chew snacks all set to go. Just no hamster.

Now, if you've ever met an Apserger child or any child on the Autism spectrum, you'll know that they do not respond the change very well. Especially, for something they've been looking forward to.

But crisis was averted when we found a lovely long haired hamster that was dark brown and white. She kind of looked panda-like. All was good.

Matthew waited to name her until he "found one that suits her." You don't want to rush into something as important as a name. He took wonderful care of his little friend and played with her every day. He never woke her from her naps and fed her fresh veggies. Changed her water everyday.

He did comment that she slept....a lot.

Then one day, he casually mentioned that she had been sleeping for a whole day........................................................................................................................

yes.

Just what you think.
Dead hamster.

Oh, the tears. He wanted to see her. He wanted to help bury her. he even placed his stepping stone over her burial spot. He cried that he had not taken good care of her and that he didn't ever want another pet.

So that day, I took him to buy a new hamster just to help shake his self-doubt. And as luck would have it, the store (different store...I learned my lesson) had a mother and child pair up for free adoption.

Well, free hamster at least. Then I went on and bought a second hamster pod house and more tubes, and more little treats. Not-so-free hamsters.
Matthew loved them though. He set to taking dilligent care of his new little family. He even filled their water bottle with filtered water.

Matthew named the mom, "Gold." He waited until we could tell the sex of the baby since he didn't want to give a boy hamster a girl name. You don't want to offend a hamster, after all.

A few days later, I noted that "Gold" was kind of chubby. (You know what that means.) In fact Gold was chubby and the "chubby" was kind of hard. I noted this to ZooDad to warn him but he poo-poo-ed the idea.

Yesterday, the boys and ZooDad went down to the farm to visit MIL and I was left in the quiet house to enjoy the peace.

I heard a faint "squee, squee" that wasn't coming from our "baby" hamster. Upon further investigation, rather slender "Gold" came out of the little hidey hole.

Oh no...she didn't.

She did!

I shifted her bedding slightly and I caught a glimpse of at least 5 little pink bodies before mom returned to slap at me.

Holey Moley.
Want a hamster?

I'm not posting

but I am knitting. So if you want to see what my needles have been up to, head over the the zoo full of knitting over in the side bar.

We've been busy hanging out with ZD. He'll be home from all work for the rest of the month! You wouldn't believe all the stuff he's finished. (And the messes he's made.)
He even cleaned out my fridge and freezer. Unprompted.

And he's been doing laundry.

My darling has been replaced by a pod person.

Just letting you know

I have a husband again.
We picked him up from the airport at 1:30 today.

He is currently upstairs playing with the boys. From the sounds of it, they’ll come through the ceiling onto my head, any minute now.

By the way….he was gone one year, one month, and 29 days.

And I keep thinking that I’ve imagined that he's home and he’ll disappear on me.

Someone tell me what's up with this problem.

I know what I think is wrong with it.
But I want to know what you think.
This is from chapter 2 of an 8th grade Holt Mathematics book.

During the qualifying for first NASCAR event and Texas Motor Speedway in 2005, the fastest speed was 192.582 mi/h. The next four fastest speeds, relative to the fastest speed, were approximately
-17/25 mi/h,
-0.15 mi/h,
-1.15 mi/h,
and -1 1/40mi/h.
List these relative speeds in order from least to greatest.

Hmmmmm......

Time to oneself

It gets kind of busy here at the zoo. The house has enough rooms so that everyone can find a quiet spot, but sometimes that quiet spot is just not the space of choice.

My last little one is very much like his oldest brother. He can retreat into his own fantasy and entertain himself for hours. Unlike his brother, (but very much like his mother) he needs this time to himself to play and relax without a pile of people.

Usually, Sam's quiet place to play is with me in the living room, while I'm knitting or online. It's hard to explain, but I'm flattered that he doesn't see my presence and a intrusion.
Over the past few days, he's been starved for that quiet time. We've had sickness abound. And then I moved all the furniture to the middle of the room so I could finally finish off the painting in the living room.
As I pushed the furniture into place and started vacuuming, Sam appeared. He waited patiently for me to finish then praised my efforts.

As I fell into the couch to rest and surf "teh internets," Sam collapsed to the floor with a toy scorpion and his "finger man."

For the past half hour, he's rolled around, playing out some imaginary scene...almost oblivious to my presence.


I'm nursing a monster sized bruise that I got when I fell off a chair today. Yes, I am clumsy enough to fall off a chair...but I happened to be standing on this particular chair. You see I was just way too lazy to go get a stepladder. So I used a kitchen chair to finish painting trim and do all the touch up work. At one point, I shifted just a bit too much and off I went. To add insult to injury, the chair whacked the inside of my knee on the way down. Unfortunately, the other half of me was still on the chair at the time.
So I have a nice egg-sized bruise. And it hurts like the dickens.
Now I just have to hang the pictures and the room will finally be finished.

Zoodad is one step closer to home. He's at his out processing station. This will probably be out least productive homeschool week ever. It's going to be awful hard to concentrate with cabin fever and the prospect of playing with Daddy.

I'll be surprised if anyone sleeps this week...including myself.

Giddy!

My dear hubby is on his way to the states. He'll be back home with us as soon as Wednesday. (By Sunday at the latest.) Holey Moley!!!!

It feels like he's been gone forever. September 2006 seems a lifetime ago.

I sure hope all the kiddies get over this stomach bug that has lingered (and lingered and lingered) with us this week. Ugh! It hasn't been too bad but it has been dragging on far longer than anyone would want. We've been housebound all week and the boys and I are all stir crazy.

Plus we're waiting for ZooDad to get home and nothing to distract us except a long to-do list.
The biggest two items on the list are to finish the living room and make ZooDad's welcome home banner!

We are bouncing off the walls here at the zoo.

Short Timer Blues

We are down to days folks.
Days.

In days the big man will be leaving his sandy and hot habitat and going to a hot humid spot just one step up from Beelzebub's hangout.
After serving penitence there, he'll be back home in the zoo.

Days. Almost enough to count on my fingers.

Sigh

And of course every thing's going to hell in a hand basket while we're waiting on him. I swear....I can get through over 14 months with nary an issue and then I just go to pot during the last few weeks.

Speaking of going to the pot...we're having trouble with ours. Me and the main sewage line are duking it out. Actually, me, the main sewage line, and some Ligustrum bushes are all fighting it out. It seems that the Ligustrum bushes would like sole access to my sewage line for their roots.
I, however, contend that since the Ligustrums aren't paying the mortgage...they can just bite me.
The sewage line is playing both sides of this whole fight but it seems to be cozying up with the bushes at this point.

But I have plans and Mr. Rooter will back me up on them tomorrow when he shows up.
I am very possessive of my waste water removal pipes.
As soon as ZooDad gets home we will settle this once and for all. It would be settled sooner but I can't work the chainsaw. (Nor should I be trusted with one since I cut the TV cable with the hedge trimmers once.)

The upstairs bathtub is trying to get in on the whole "Let's back up the house" plan but I have some heavy duty clog eater in mind for that mischievous piece of fiberglass and pipe. This stuff came in a bottle and double bagged for my protection. The upstairs commode is also mouthing off....but it's days are numbered too.
Quite wisely, the other sinks and toilets are toeing the line and not daring to really step off my path of conformity.
So it could be worse.

The same can not be said for the kitchen sink faucet. After numerous failed attempts to make it an upstanding chrome citizen, it will be evicted by mid-September. I've already informed it of the decision and it hasn't been scared straight yet.

The working/not working sprinkler head has received the same news but it decided that my threat was viable and is now spic-spic-spicing along like it should be. I did have to go out there and taunt it with a replacement head but you know....desperate times, desperate measures.

The mountain laundry continues to grow. Soon I'll be able to host climbs on it. You'll have to bring your own oxygen and guide. And then you'll have to fold a load of two before you can go home.

I'm still painting.
Still. Painting.
Painting.
Still.
I think the fumes are getting to me. Or the heat.
I found myself sucked into a Wagner Power Sprayer commercial. I was actually lusting for a few seconds until I realized that in my hands, it would be like a bad episode of Mythbusters.
(Can these things explode, Hyneman? And would they completely cover the walls with paint if they did. No, Adam. That myth is busted.)
I do have one room completely done...ceiling, trim, walls. And two with trim and ceiling to go. Oh well, it gets done when it gets done.

School is.... going. I guess we're doing well. Matthew didn't cry once today. (New personal record) Jacob is engrossed in Black Horses for the King, which is history reading.
I'm totally working the kids like dogs. (wink)
Jacob re-started Latin again and this time...the time is right. In fact the time is so right that I'm not starting any other children on Latin until they hit sixth grade. Him and the chick on the LC DVD's are enjoying their time together. Plus the boy knows how to find his pronunciation CD, find his CD player, and then find the track he wants to listen too. All without my assistance.
It's a good thing.

Now, I'm off to bed. We have to be at school tomorrow for speech. At 8:30. In the morning. All dressed and everything. And trying not to look like a disgrace to homeschoolers. And hopefully Sam will be in a good mood.
Y'all wish me luck.

The good news is.....tomorrow is just one day closer.
(sigh)
Very soon.

Mango says, "Seriously, Don't mess with me. I mean it. I will gnaw you finger off if you touch me again. And you are not going out this door because I am not moving."

I am still living.

Things are going great here at the zoo. I just haven't had the motivation to blog.
We've had lots going on. I even have pictures.
I'll get back into the swing of things once I get back into the swing of things. (Do you feel like the Alfak duck in the Yogi Berra commercial?)

A funny from today: I tutor 2 different 8th graders from our local PS. One for 2 hours and one for 1 hour. The 1 hour kid brought his math problems and two worksheets from his teacher. (The worksheets were requested by his mom for me to use to work with him. The teacher is great to provide these.)

Anyway...

1 hour kid and I do his homework and he's got negative integers down pat. Then we move on to worksheet #1 which has material that he botched totally earlier in the week. We work on it until the light bulb clicks on. He's got it!
then we move on to the worksheet for tomorrow's work to get him a head start. In no time, he's got it and we fly through the sheet.

We he finished, he looked at the clock and saw that him mom wouldn't be by to pick him up for another 15 minutes. So we go on to the next section to pre-teach that material.
By the time his mom gets to my house, we're done with that material also.

As he packed up his work he remarked, "I just did a whole weeks worth of math in a HOUR! And I understand it. And I did my homework."

I couldn't help but laugh at him.

Total Random Thoughts

For some reason the soundtrack in my head is playing "Dancing Queen."

I am equally as shocked by this as you are. This particular version has an extended play time and is getting on my nerves.
I tried singing "Free Bird" but so far.....no effect. Next thing I know, I'm humming, "Friday night and the lights are low..."
(sigh)

Sam has announced that he no longer wants to be four. Nope. He's "tired of being four." He wants to be six instead.
I guess six is a much more exciting age. You get to sleep on the top bunk. You get to start 1st grade. And you might even get your first loose tooth.
There is some envy here at the Zoo. Can you tell?

I have burned out yet another fish aquarium filter. I have to buy a new one before my Zombie Fish (more on this story later) die....for real.
I'm torn on the idea that dead fish are a bad thing. My fish scare people, including myself. My sister won't even fee the things when she house sits.
So once again, I'm spending fifty bucks on terrifying fish that I don't even like. And they aren't edible. If they, were....I still wouldn't touch them.
Very scary fish.

I'm rereading all my twaddle. Yep. I'm talking about books so simple in thought and premise that I can read them in a single day. This of them as Adult Magic Tree House books. It's quite satisfying in a junk food kind of way.

The Braves are resting tonight. This means I can't fuss at my inappropriate crush boy. I have this thing for Brian McCann, the team catcher.
My friend says that it's fine since I'm not old enough to be his mother.
I'm not. So at least it's not scandalous. It still is inappropriate however since the boy is 23.
The fact that I've thought about this is even more evidence of my questionable character.

I wonder why I can't even type my own name. Seriously.
Most times I have to correct it. I type "Sheola" or my favorite "Sheula" and rarely I get a "Sehila." While all of these seem to be very exotic and exciting names....they are not mine.

My oldest is apparently a finger and toe crossing virtuoso. He's demonstrating this to me as I type this. Oh....he can also form his feet into some very odd fist shape. the boy has some freakish toes.
He didn't inherit them from me. I come from the barely-toed ilk. None of my ancestors can pick up Hot wheel cars and Beanie Babies with our stubby toes.

Oh great....I succeeded at expunging Dancing Queen. I'm now dealing with, "If I leave here tomoroooooooowwww..."
Wonderful.

What's old is new

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIGbhPLZmjY

This link might not be musically clean for kids but the grown ups need to watch the Bob Fosse dancers getting *down* to Walk it Out. The lady with the serious groove is his wife Gwen Fosse.

Who knew that Bob and Gwen would be the influence of Rap/Hip Hop "video girl" dances!

What a riot!

Here's the link for the orignal music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFhXyns6vzE&NR=1
It's not nearly as entertaining for some reason.

And the clouds parted and a beam of sunlight poured down on them

It's a sunny day here at the zoo.

Well, as sunny as we can get it anyway.

Things are falling into place around here and it's not all gloom and doom. There's behind the scenes gloom and doom that I can't post publicly about yet. And that's the reason for my overall Eeyore-ness.

But the behind the scenes stuff is lot less gloomier than it has been so...Woohoo for us. I will eventually fill everyone in on what exactly is going on but I have to wait for clearance for ZooDad. I still don't have a long term plan but the very next step is firming up. So at least I know the direction we're going.

All this cryptic talk. Let's just say that my "let's just wing it" gene has been pushed to its tensile strength. At one point it even snapped and we had to do some complicated Boy Scout knots to tie it back together.
But the stress on it has recently reduced a bit and things seem to holding up.

In other news...
We've been spending our days with my newest little great nephew who is down visiting from way out of state. Eli is three months old and just bit over 10 pounds. We've never seen one so small. All mine hit 10 pounds by the end of their first month. (And that includes the one who had to have stomach surgery)
He is such a cutie. I swear, if my niece weren't so attached to him, I'd just claim him as mine and take him home.
It sure makes me want another one and I thought I was over all that.
It makes the boys want another little brother, even Sam.
Andrew has managed to teach Eli his first word, at least that's Andrew's point of view. He was excited because he taught the baby to say "Hey."

See. First word at 3 months. He's a tiny genius.

Oh....forgot to say...

The oldest child, the one who is 11.5 years old...he went to the doctor today right?

His stats:
117 pounds
5'4"
size 11.5 shoe

His 5'1" doctor lamented, "I've got 11-year-olds taller than me."
I laughed until I realized......

He's taller than me also.

Daaaaaaaaang!
Doc said he hasn't even started his puberty growth spurt. It's not the height I'm worried about.

It's the shoe size.
It's scary to think about.

Year 13 is done

I finally get to do the Wedding Meme!


Today is ZooDad and my 13th wedding anniversary.

He's called twice. Once for a pick-me-up after a long, hot, and stressful day. The second was reminisce about our wedding day.
I sure miss him.

So here's the dirt on us.

1. Where/How did you meet?
At Applebee's. I was a smart ass hostess working two jobs while going to school for my education certification. He was an Army Captain with a GPS who had no idea that a hostess could know what triangulation was.

2. How long have you known each other?
Let's see...we met in April of 1993

3. How long after you met did you start dating?
Two days? He asked me out the night we met.


4. How long did you date before you were engaged?
Officially engaged, as in ring on my finger and everything?
One year after we met almost to the day.

5. How long was your engagement?
Well, not long. A possible invitation of Haiti meant that we had to move the wedding up a few months. So we were only engaged for 3 months.

6. How long have you been married?
Lucky 13 years


7. What is your anniversary? Today, July 30.

8. How many people came to your wedding reception?
Not many. It was a quickly planned wedding. All we really wanted to do was get married. My future MIL actually did all the planning. ZooDad's Dad was very ill and she couldn't leave him. So we headed down to her to get married and she threw us a wedding. We had maybe 40-50 people at our wedding, but I only really cared about one person.


9. What kind of cake did you serve?
I don't even remember. It was white.

10. Where was your wedding?
In Savannah, GA

11. What did you serve for your meal?
I have no idea. I was too excited to eat. I remember the cake but I know there was food. I have pictures of it too.


12. How many people were in your wedding party?
Two. A maid of honor and a best man


13. Are you still friends with them all?
Well, my BIL was Best Man, so we still love him dearly. My MOH dropped me when I couldn't attend her wedding. Jacob was 4 months old and had pneumonia and I didn't want to drive 9 hours to the wedding. I know...selfish of me.

14. Did your spouse cry during the ceremony?
Nope. I didn't either. The minister did though. He told us that it was an honor to marry two people who meant their vows as much as we did.

15. Most special moment of your wedding day?
Being married and going to see my new FIL after the wedding. (see below)


16. Any funny moments?
Not funny at the time but funny now. My Dad was in charge of navigation and he got the whole family lost in SC. My Uncle, Aunt, and cousins arrived and helped me get dressed. The minister had to delay the wedding while I waited for someone in my family to make an executive decision to override Daddy's directions.
They finally got there about 10 minutes late.

17. Any big disasters?
My FIL was bed ridden by the time we got married. He'd had numerous pin point strokes that left him mostly paralyzed and in very poor health. During the reception, my FIL's nurse found that his blood pressure had dropped dramatically. He was rushed to the hospital. MIL had to leave to be with him. She wouldn't let us leave the reception though. Once the reception was over, we went to hospital. When ZooDad said, "Here's your new Daughter-in-law, " my FIL took my hand and squeezed it.


18. Where did you go on your honeymoon?
Peaks of Otter in Bedford, VA. They had no TV. No telephone. Just mountains, a lake, a great restaurant, and a bed. We're going back as soon as ZooDad gets home.


19. How long were you gone?
Four days. We'd planned to be gone longer but we found a puppy on our way home on our wedding night. (We'd bought a house the day before our wedding. Crazy, huh?) The puppy had Parvo virus and we delayed our honeymoon for two days so we could get him medical care. He stayed in the animal hospital clinging to life, while we called from the lodge each morning to see if he was still alive.
He lived. In fact, he's still living.


20. If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change?
I would have my parents get there a little earlier. And I wish my FIL could have been there to see us get married. But other than that...nothing.


21. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The side closest to the bathroom and farthest from the alarm clock.


22. What size is your bed? Queen


23. Greatest strength as a couple?
We are formidable when we're together. We back each other up and never, ever back down. We're like Pitt Bulls. My goals are his goals. His goals are mine.
And we have fun. We still crack each other up.

24. Greatest challenge as a couple?
We are not neat tidy people and we both have a pack rat gene. And we like to lounge around a bit too much.


25. Who literally pays the bills? Me. He makes the money, I spend it.

26. What is your song?
We don't have one. We have a bunch of songs that we've made up: the Wake Up song, the Dead Snake in the Road song, the I love My Boys/Wife song.
Oddness


27. What did you dance your first dance to? I'm ashamed to admit this. The Chicken Dance. I can not believe that was our first dance. I should have known then that we would have a crazy life.

28. Describe your wedding dress:
I didn't have a wedding dress.
I wore a ivory suit. It was a very informal wedding. The suit had a knit sort of bodice with satin sleeves and a chiffon skirt. ZooDad wore his Gambling Suit from his time in Germany. Many jokes were made about this.


29. What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding?
White Mums, pale pink roses, and daisies, my favorites. My cousin is a florist and did my flowers.


30. Are your wedding bands engraved?
Yes, with our wedding date. Just as a reminder. ;)


31. How old were you when you got married? I was 24. Zoodad was 31. He's a cradle robber.

There you go. All about our wedding day.