Wedding photos

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Photos from this weekend's wedding extravaganza... Here's the bride and groom... yay!!! Matron of honor, and her way-cute husband:

Musicians at the cocktail hour:

Me and my most fabulous sister:

The best dancers in the room:

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A kid again...

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Short posting because I'm totally exhausted... in a GREAT way! I went skiing today for the first time in probably 10 years... and LOVED IT!!! It was so good to feel the wind in my face, and watch my nephews fly down the hill. Even the two year old was ready for more after 7 straight hours of hitting the slopes (with only a brief break for overpriced, overcooked burgers and mini-pizzas)... I took the youngest down the bunny hill with my arms hooked under his, swinging his mini-skis between my own... killer butt workout, but so much fun to hear him say "whee! faster, aunt beth, faster faster!" Oh, the simple joy of experiencing things through the eyes of a child... it's a fabulous affirmation of the joy that's so readily available in the world.

Who knew that strapping myself to two boards and hurtling down a snowy mountainside could be so liberating? I *must* do this again... SOON! It might even make the winter months in New York bearable...

I'll post photos in a bit... Right now I'm still trying to get the circulation back to my ankles...

psst - Sue & Matt, thanks for adopting one more over-aged kid into the family....

Photo blog of the day: Locks for Love

My sister has always had long hair. No, wait... I take that back. She cut her hair short once in... I think it was around 1986... and was so traumatized that it takes years for her to get up the courage to cut it now. Her husband - a strapping, handsome man of 6'5" and who could pick me up by my ankles without even adjusting his center of gravity - loves her hair long. VERY long.

So when she got her hair caught in the engine of the leaf blower a few weeks ago, she decided that she needed to cut it a little shorter. And seeing the length of her hair now, she decided to donate a few inches to Locks for Love. (And by a few inches, I mean... a foot.) Her husband refused to cut her hair... so she asked me to help her out.

I - being totally willing to do anything because I'm adventurous (and because it's not my hair) was ready and excited! To be honest, we were all a little nervous... she because we were about to cut off a foot of her hair... and me because, well, her husband is a big guy... and so far, he seems to like me, and I didn't want to jeopardize that.

But we plunged ahead... rubberbands in hand... scissors at the ready... tv on for soothing background noise. I'm not sure why we had to put a bed sheet over 50 square feet of the floor, but hey, who am I to judge? The goal was to lop off ... uh, I mean, carefully and lovingly hack two braids... and then make the remaining ends look neat. Or, as neat as I can... (*wince*.)

Here goes...

I've always wanted to try being a red-head... but hopefully, another person somewhere with NO hair will enjoy it more...

Yay Sue! (And please forgive me, Matt... but it was for a good cause...)