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Jul. 21st, 2008 01:55 amThe last week has been a bit manic because not only did my cousin arrive last Sunday from Boston but we also had to prepare for my cousin's out of town wedding and make the final arrangements about the pet-sitter who was going to mind Rosie and the Six.
I'm behind on a lot of things because of having to entertain my cousin D. Not that I'm complaining, she's here, naturally she has to taken care of, otherwise what's the point. But it seemed everytime I tried to sit down and check my email, we were off somewhere else. The google alerts are in the triple figures! Yikes!
The wedding was held in Mulraney, Co. Mayo. It's about a two hour drive from our house and the hotel my cousin and his fiancée - excuse me, now she's his wife - picked was beautiful. It was just across the road from a lovely beach and the restaurant duly deserved all the accolades it's gotten the past year. Our particular reservation package included three breakfasts and two evening meals so we got to eat there twice. I think I want to marry the executive chef there. Mealtimes would never be boring.
The wedding went really well. The church was three minutes walk from the hotel and the priest was very relaxed and joked with everyone and during the rehearsal, he told the couple what they'd be doing, where to stand and all that, and all he kept saying was to take their time and enjoy it and not worry, that he'd guide them through and give everyone who was participating in the ceremony a nod and mention them by name when it came time for them to take part. I did a prayer of the faithful myself and to be honest, the only thing I was worried about was that I was going to end up falling flat on my face walking on the altar in my new shoes with the three inch heels that I only broke in the day before! Well, really I'm minding six pups so heels of any kind are not the best choice when your ankles are under constant attack from furry creatures determined to chew everything in sight! Plus there's the whole piddle patrol thing.
The Six have grown the past few days. The pet sitter did a great job taking care of them, I was very impressed with her. But it's like my babies have grown into toddlers all of a sudden. Toddlers who like to push each other around and try to eat one another's faces when they're not attacking shoelaces and teaching dusters exactly who's boss. Be prepared for a lot of "WWWWAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! MY BABIES ARE ALL GONE!!!!" type posts when they're re-homed. They're seriously off their heads but I love them to bits and really enjoy their company, even when I'm having to gently reprimand them for thinking my thumb is a chew toy.
Actually one of them appeared to be trying to draw blood from my shin this evening. I think they might be part terrier,part vampire. I'm going to take them into the garden tomorrow and see if any of them sparkle. How many do I need for a baseball team? Will six do?
I'm behind on a lot of things because of having to entertain my cousin D. Not that I'm complaining, she's here, naturally she has to taken care of, otherwise what's the point. But it seemed everytime I tried to sit down and check my email, we were off somewhere else. The google alerts are in the triple figures! Yikes!
The wedding was held in Mulraney, Co. Mayo. It's about a two hour drive from our house and the hotel my cousin and his fiancée - excuse me, now she's his wife - picked was beautiful. It was just across the road from a lovely beach and the restaurant duly deserved all the accolades it's gotten the past year. Our particular reservation package included three breakfasts and two evening meals so we got to eat there twice. I think I want to marry the executive chef there. Mealtimes would never be boring.
The wedding went really well. The church was three minutes walk from the hotel and the priest was very relaxed and joked with everyone and during the rehearsal, he told the couple what they'd be doing, where to stand and all that, and all he kept saying was to take their time and enjoy it and not worry, that he'd guide them through and give everyone who was participating in the ceremony a nod and mention them by name when it came time for them to take part. I did a prayer of the faithful myself and to be honest, the only thing I was worried about was that I was going to end up falling flat on my face walking on the altar in my new shoes with the three inch heels that I only broke in the day before! Well, really I'm minding six pups so heels of any kind are not the best choice when your ankles are under constant attack from furry creatures determined to chew everything in sight! Plus there's the whole piddle patrol thing.
The Six have grown the past few days. The pet sitter did a great job taking care of them, I was very impressed with her. But it's like my babies have grown into toddlers all of a sudden. Toddlers who like to push each other around and try to eat one another's faces when they're not attacking shoelaces and teaching dusters exactly who's boss. Be prepared for a lot of "WWWWAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! MY BABIES ARE ALL GONE!!!!" type posts when they're re-homed. They're seriously off their heads but I love them to bits and really enjoy their company, even when I'm having to gently reprimand them for thinking my thumb is a chew toy.
Actually one of them appeared to be trying to draw blood from my shin this evening. I think they might be part terrier,part vampire. I'm going to take them into the garden tomorrow and see if any of them sparkle. How many do I need for a baseball team? Will six do?
