Kirkham, no mo'

Weddings are not where I typically like to hang out and spend my rainy Saturday afternoons. They depress me for one and the awkward social interaction makes me so claustrophobic that it physically becomes difficult to breathe. In the "old" days, I dreaded going to weddings because there was always a nosy relative I haven't seen in years who inevitably asked the question, "When are we going to come to one of these for you?" or the even worse, "We know the perfect girl for you." I honestly feel the most alone when I'm in a crowd of people.

Still, for as much as I dislike weddings, I enjoyed going yesterday to celebrate Kim and Travis' marriage. It was a simple affair with white and purple (I'm not allowing myself to type lavender) decorations tactfully strewn around the room. While I first had my doubts about what to wear to a wedding held at the local fitness center, it really was beautiful and comfortably casual. (It did NOT hurt knowing that strong, muscular men were working out and showering just a few feet away. Yes, I'm that gay!)

I thought the cake was especially beautiful with purple flowers and white boarders. The cake table had a nice arrangement of crystal, wedding mints and purple napkins. The table accents were simple, yet elegant.

Kim has been my co-worker, my boss and my friend for much of the four and a half years I've been in Guest Relations. On more than one occasion, she has seen more potential in me than I've been able to see in myself. Kim was largely responsible for landing me the promotion for my current job and has frequently been my number one supporter. It will be sad to no longer use KK as my quick code in Outlook, but then again, when is Kim and Travis' wedding about me? I'll just have to get used to Kim Worthen. Change is never easy, but for a friend like Kim, I'm willing to sacrifice (typing KW will require two hands). =)

A note about my gift, just in case Kim ever reads this: Yes, I went with Pyrex. How can you go wrong with Pyrex? It can go from freezer, to fridge, to oven, to microwave, to dishwasher. This set included lids for ease in bringing goodies to work potlucks and such. Since I'm frequently at work and always like to share (except drinks, hugs with women and fruit), I thought it the perfect gift. Kim, if you don't think so, instead of trying to return it to the Wal Mart store, just give it to me and I'll give you the cash. My opinion: One can NEVER have enough Pyrex.


Thanks, Kim and Travis, for allowing me to take part in your wonderful, rain-filled wedding day.

Memories, Memories

This was something fun on Josh's blog that he was passing on. Now it is my turn. In a way, this reminds me of attending my own funeral. I'm a strong supporter of practice funerals, meaning we shouldn't wait until someone is dead to say nice things about them (same goes for crabby old ladies who need to know they are being a pill).
This picture was taken when I picked the rotten egg card while waiting for the fireworks on the 4th of July. Everyone knows that rotten eggs ruin any batch of cookies. Some memories are good and others deserve a sour face. In the end, they all roll together and shape who we are inside.

Here's the low down:

1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember, as long as it doesn't embarrass me...

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.