Thursday, September 12, 2013

Francis Dale DMH

 (photos 1 & 2 via our friend Katrina, thank you.
We did it, we took the cat plunge (and I'm not talking about stealing a  toilet plunger that looks like a cat). Meet Francis Dale Dart-Mclean Harris, aka baby Francis, and most recently Mr Tambourine man. Side note, Mr Tambourine man came about because Francis wears a bell on his collar, and in the "jingle jangle morning he'll come following you" (get it? Bob Dylan).  Francis's story is 10 months long, so I will spare you with the shortened version. Ahem, Francis the cat lived under some stairs in Bend,  Oregon, he was a stray kitten, and a starved one at that. Somebody called the lost cat service and said "take this cat away, he meows all day long, and it drives me nuts (in more words or less, I imagine a really nasal voice on the line, the type you get by pinching your noise while you talk)." Can you guess why Francis meowed all day, and drove that woman nuts? That's right everyone, Francis was hungry (like the type of hungry that makes you meow and meow all damn day). The organization took Francis to Portland, cleaned him up, plumped him up, and gave him all the fixings to pass on to a family (as in he literally got fixed). Shortly after, I stumbled upon Francis when he was spending the weekend at a cat event at Petco (they do these things, with cats, it's like an art opening sans cheese, and wine, with cats and people just... mingling around). Long story shorter, we swooped Francis up (because who couldn't resist that little face), and he lives here (at our house) happily every after (try to read this whole story to a child before bed...might cause some boredom/confusion/ sleep).  So far we know Francis likes to wear his tie (on special occasions only), he enjoys Stevie Wonder and The Chiffons, he likes to sit with Alex while he works in the evening, and he is willing to drink out of a wine glass if it means he doesn't have to go downstairs to his water bowl.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

In the Tune of At Last

(The summer Alex and I met, he wrote me a letter saying "if we ever have a song, it will be that one you gave me on a mix, with the woman singing "Atlast" the whole time.")

Since Alex and I have been together for over eight years, and today, marks marriage for two years, and the yearly dates, and the marriage date fall on different dates,  I suppose the best thing to do is to celebrate them all (the wedding anniversaries, the yearly anniversaries, and the every day ho hum of life together). Every day counts you know?! Two years ago today, we made a pact in front of dear family and friends, an announcement to the world from the top of our lungs (but not really that loud), stating we were in love, and serious about it forever. Dear Alex, still so in love, still oh so serious about it (you, it, us, to the moon and back)!Lucky to know you today and everyday. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

DJ BBJ For Hire...

But seriously folks. Here are some the latest vinyl gems that have recently become my own (dance party soon?)...
What song is your favorite (I know, is it possible to even choose)? 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

August Snippets

(photo above taken by Noel Javier)

Monday, September 2, 2013

Happy Birthday Doily Lawson

Shola had a birthday, and it was just grand. Wine with a view, a golden dazzled birthday dress, a banjo performance, party hats, and babes. Happy Birthday Doily! 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Javier + Fuentes

August was truly a doozy, so busy that I didn't take a moment to post about the various (wonderful) weddings  we went to this summer (4 to be precise). The first wedding we went to was our dear friends Brooks and Noel (the photos above don't do the lovely event justice... and I'm kicking myself for not getting more snaps of the two lovebirds together). Their wedding was perfect,  a roof top affair in the Pear District complete with the sweetest details (buttons with the couple on them, bunting flags a plenty, ice cream sandwiches, and a DJ playing hit after hit...). The night was filled with beers, cheers, and tears, not to mention two surprise dance performances coordinated by the groom (what a guy). Congrats you love doves, the wedding ( like you two together) was just lovely.