Was trying to think of something both of them like. They like to travel. So how can I make that into a nice reception?
Going to need some out of the box thinking.
We do have a framed map with their wanderings marked on it, so I can start with that.
Yep, all my other ideas are out the window.
If a mod wants to combine the appetizers thread with this one, I'd be grateful.
One thread would be better than multiple threads.
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Every time I ask Jesse for his thoughts, he just says to get a piñata.
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They've been as far west as Texas and as far north as Illinois and up the coast to Virginia and everywhere in between.
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Mmm, tell Jesse to stop sniffing the marker and get going on the poster boards!
Ok. But he'll just draw a picture of a piñata.
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Have a screen set up that continually shows photos of their life during the party.
We are doing that.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Asked mom what song would she say made he think of daddy.
She said Somebody's Knocking
Lyrics?
Somebody's knockin', should I let him in Lord it's the devil would you look at him I've heard about him but I never dreamed He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans
Well somebody's talkin', he's whispering to me Your place or my place well, which will it be I'm gittin' weaker and he's comin' on strong But I don't wanna go wrong
He must have tapped my telephone line He must have known, I'm spendin' my time Alone he says we'll have one heavenly night My fever's burnin' so he ought be right at home
Lord, it's the devil would you look at him I've heard about him but I never dreamed He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans
He must have tapped my telephone line He must have known, I'm spendin' my time Alone he says we'll have one heavenly night My fever's burnin' so he ought be right at home
Somebody's knockin' (Somebody's knockin') Oh, somebody's knockin' Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/terri-gibbs/somebody-s-knockin-lyrics/#bkwUIVsEFiho4Dfx.99
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After dessert, we poured champagne and sparking cider for those who didn't/couldn't drink. I made a toast, then we did a slide show, in chronological order, synced with music from each decade. It started with a song they liked when they were dating, then "We've Only Just Begun" by the Carpenters when it showed their wedding pictures. When they showed our baby pictures, my brother and I whooped and hollered. We made sure we had at least one pic of my parents with friends or relatives who were at the party. It was fun and kept the attention of everyone. Then we had it loop after the "presentation" so people could watch it over and over.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
If you get one, you have to come let me ride in it.
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I have wanted a Mustang since my uncle had one. I was 12 I think. It was a 65 rag top.
My dream car is a 64 & 1/2, candy apple red, white leather interior, chromed out.
Or a 66 fast back, stainless steal silver and black.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It's pricey. But do you know anyone with a refurbished 50's car? Maybe you could get the owner to be a limo driver for the day of the party. That would be cool.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
That would be so awesome if they would drive your parents to the party. You can hang the obligatory beer cans and such off the back and use the window paint to write "Just Married Again after 50 Years"
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Give Jay Leno a call. He could probably hook you up.
A friend of mine had an antique car. I can't remember what it was...but she was selling it and guess who showed up to take a peek...Jay. She said he was very nice. Don't think he ended up buying it though.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I talked to the culinary person at the local career academy.
$5-$12 a person.
Is that an average?
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LOL I thought this thread was going to be about the the 50th Anniversary Mustang. I want one. I sooo want one, as in I am going to run the numbers...
I had the 25th anniversary Mustang. It was hunter green with white convertible top & white leather. I loved the heck out of that car. I kept it until the repairs cost more than the car was worth.
My first car was a 67 Mustang. Red with black convertible top & black leather interior. It did not have power steering, power brakes or A/C. I still loved it. I traded it on an 86 Mustang GT. That particular car was a lemon.
LOL I thought this thread was going to be about the the 50th Anniversary Mustang. I want one. I sooo want one, as in I am going to run the numbers...
I had the 25th anniversary Mustang. It was hunter green with white convertible top & white leather. I loved the heck out of that car. I kept it until the repairs cost more than the car was worth.
My first car was a 67 Mustang. Red with black convertible top & black leather interior. It did not have power steering, power brakes or A/C. I still loved it. I traded it on an 86 Mustang GT. That particular car was a lemon.
The 67 Mustang would be awesome to have now.
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
We had a 67 camaro. That was the family car. Then it was my brother's car. He eventually sold it to the people next door who gave it to their daughter for her 16th birthday. She loved it. She & I still talk about that car.....
I was thinking this is going to take place at the beginning of Spring.
Vow renewal at 3, the reception will follow immediately after across the hall.
I'm going to do an afternoon tea kind of thing with a southern twist.
I think I can make that nice with out breaking the bank.
If I offer 2-3 kinds of sandwiches, little 7 layer salad cups, a nice cheese and cracker tray and of course the cake/cupcakes. Could do some cookies too maybe.
I can put out some nuts and mints, too.
Have punch.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Ok. So dad asked mom if she would renew their vows lat night. She said yes.
(Good thing, it would have been weird if she said now)
And now she is in full blown bride mode. But it's cute.
Found a photographer. Have them lined up.
Found some things we need today at Hobby Lobby and found out it all will be 50% off next week. So we will get all that then.
Mom and dad shaved the guest list down.
Things are moving right along.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
LOL I thought this thread was going to be about the the 50th Anniversary Mustang. I want one. I sooo want one, as in I am going to run the numbers...
I had the 25th anniversary Mustang. It was hunter green with white convertible top & white leather. I loved the heck out of that car. I kept it until the repairs cost more than the car was worth.
My first car was a 67 Mustang. Red with black convertible top & black leather interior. It did not have power steering, power brakes or A/C. I still loved it. I traded it on an 86 Mustang GT. That particular car was a lemon.
The 67 Mustang would be awesome to have now.
My father had a 64 1/2. I did get to drive it occasionally. Loved that car.
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I've never used a caterer so I didn't know if it was about right.
Mom knows a photographer who is only charging us $100 for 2 hours, all the pictures on disc, a framed 11x14 and a memory book.
I think that's awesome.
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