06 January 2008

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

Heather and Hounge's wedding blog! woohoo!

14 comments:

Unknown said...

Hi

Carol E. said...

Hi Honey! Just wanted you to know we read the "blog" page, and I am calling the hotel today for reservations. We aren't getting a rental car, so we should probably stay where your parents are going to be. See you soon! Love you, Aunt Carol and Uncle Bill

Unknown said...

Hounge,I hope to make it but I need to wait to see if my parole officer will give me permission to leave the county, he is a real jerk. Is there an open bar??? sure hope so.. Are the gun laws in LA still the same or have they cracked down? Gotta run, have a freind I have to Bail out of jail tonight..see ya soon Mandius

Tuna said...

Well I'll be... Now that you got a blog going there will never be any silence from us country bumpkins up her in frigid ole' Montana!
We're as excited as a bunch of chickens with the chicken house light just turned on to come down to the Big Easy and see you guys get hitched up!
I never knew the meaning of true happiness until I got married....Now it's too late!
Love, Tuna

Tuna said...

A guy was invited to some old friends' home for dinner.
His buddy preceded every request to his wife by endearing terms, calling her Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.
He was impressed since the couple had been married almost 70 years, and while the wife was off in the kitchen he said to his buddy:
"I think it's wonderful that after all the years you've been married, you still call your wife those pet names."
His buddy hung his head. "To tell you the truth," he said, "I forgot her name about ten years ago."

Tuna said...

I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

Tuna said...

Make love, not war.
-Hell, do both. GET MARRIED!

Sign in the Women's restroom at The Filling Station, Bozeman, MT

Tuna said...

There was a couple, 85 years old, who had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. They were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.
One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven. They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside.
He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favorite clothes in the closet. They gasped in astonishment when he said, "Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now."
The old man asked St. Peter how much all this was going to cost.
"Why, nothing," Peter replied, "remember, this is your reward in Heaven."
The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on earth.
"What are the greens fees?" grumbled the old man.
"This is heaven," St. Peter replied. "You can play for free, every day."
Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages.
"Don't even ask," said St. Peter to the man. "This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy."
The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife. "Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?" he asked.
"That's the best part," St. Peter replied. "You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick. This IS Heaven!"
The old man pushed, "No gym to work out at?"
"Not unless you want to," was the answer.
"No testing my sugar or blood pressure or..."
"Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself."
The old man glared at his wife and said, "You and your stupid bran muffins. We could have been here ten years ago!"

Tuna said...

A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. (Milton Berle)

Tuna said...

Q: Whatever happened to the bedbugs who fell in love?
A: They got married in the spring.

Tuna said...

"Basically, my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she'd come in and sink my boats."
- Woody Allen

Tuna said...

WHO DOES WHAT
A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.
The wife said, 'You should do it because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.
The husband said, 'You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.'
Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.'
Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.'
So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says . 'HEBREWS'

Tuna said...

Q: How do you know when you're at a hillbilly wedding?
A: Everyone is sitting on the same side of the church

Tuna said...

There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoebox in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoebox and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.

When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents.

"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily."

The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

"Honey," he said, "that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the doilies."