I’ve never owned a dog, so I wondered if year six would be when Scooby started to act like less of a puppy. I mean, he is 42 in dog years now. Maybe he’d be a more chilled out version of his hyper self. Nope. He’s still crazy after all these years, our Scoobus. He still runs around in crazy Scooby circles after a bath or when he’s riled up and restless*. He’s still a fiend for treats and a cuddle addict. He still tried to run away at the sight of a horse**. He’s a rascal, but we sure do love the guy. Here’s our best pictures and videos of Scooby’s sixth year, but first a recap of our birthday celebration.
*Or whenever he feels like it, as he did today after much walking and treats and attention.
**This was under my watch and the most horrifying 20 minutes of probably my entire life. Continue reading
Oh hey, we have a new website. RockLoveWedding.com is now live. Don’t worry, we’ll still be updating RLA regularly* but a wedding deserves its own website. And since we sent out the Save the Date last week, we figured we’d put a spotlight on the website it directs you to. We’ve had fun creating RLW together the last month or so, from our engagement shoot with Caitlin’s dad to seeing the progress on Edward’s comic up through writing descriptions of our wedding party and creating a registry.
*As in, this is still 100% our blog. I feel like that makes it sound like we’ll be keeping RLW up on the reg. It’s pretty much done at this point.
“Cast Away” may very well be Hanks’ greatest acting challenge to date. To carry a film where you’re the only one on screen for hour-long stretches at a time is one thing. To somehow make a friendship with a volleyball pull at the heartstrings is a true accomplishment — to say nothing of the complete body transformation he went through for the role. Hanks pulls off the challenge well and starts the decade with an incredibly compelling movie that netted him his fifth best actor nomination and is one of our favorite roles of his. Even if it took weeks to get Caitlin in the mood to watch it.
Caitlin and I were driving home from our usual weekend fro-yo stop a few weeks ago and somehow the topic of farts came up. Specifically, how often I farted in front of Caitlin. I said it probably happened a couple times a week and she insisted it was more or less a daily occurrence*. I put my money where my butt is and told her I bet I could last until my birthday (then three weeks away) without farting in her presence**. I could fart in the bathroom or leave the room, but if we were sharing a common room and she heard or smelled a fart, she won the bet. As for the stakes? If I won, she’d have to bake us something aromatically pleasing, like cinnamon buns. If she won, I’d have to buy her two candles. She considered this a win-win for obvious reasons. So, who won?
*I mean. A couple times a week??? Who was he kidding.
**My thought: “This will be the easiest money I’ve ever earned, metaphorically speaking.” Continue reading
Planning my birthday since I’ve been in Austin has been super easy. Just go to Fun Fun Fun Fest and maybe get a meal with friends. Caitlin, being the sweetheart that she is, wanted to do something extra special for my 30th. I found out that she started planning this even before my 29th. Caitlin telling me, “Don’t look at my phone this weekend!” was the only clue I had about a birthday surprise. That actually helped narrow it down quite a bit*.
I figured it had to be an out of town visitor, since why else would who she’s texting with be a clue as to the surprise**. With Andy and Jordy in Baltimore for a wedding and my dad having just visited, I hoped it would be my sister Suzy. She’d yet to visit Austin, but she’d just traveled to Vegas the weekend before. Surely, she wouldn’t be able to come all the way from Jackson Hole, Wyoming just for my birthday.
*I really wanted to try to not say ANYTHING about anything, but 1) Zack looks at my phone a lot, as would anyone who is curious when a “ding” goes off, and 2)Just like Zack with the engagement surprise, the closer we get to surprising the other person, the worse we get at keeping it from them.
**I don’t understand why he jumped to this conclusion – if it were me, I would have just thought, got it, don’t look at texts because there *is* a surprise. I don’t think I said anything about, “Don’t even look at who it is!” Whatever, he outsmarted me here.
One of our favorite treats during our trip to New York City this summer was Crack Pie from Momofuku’s Milk Bar. Consistently melt-in-your-mouth delicious and endlessly addictive, it was wheat-and-sugar-based perfection. We also loved their frozen yogurt* varieties, and I adored their Confetti Cookies, which were moist and gooey amazingness. They could do no wrong — so when we realized that they also crafted absolutely gorgeous, unfrosted-on-the-outside wedding cakes, we felt confident that we’d found our bakers for our wedding. First, we “had” to do a** tasting.
*The cereal fro yo is ridiculously good. I don’t understand how they capture that taste so well.
**Let’s be real. Caitlin wanted to do *a* tasting every month. It would be a great idea to have a monthly tasting it wasn’t $50+ for shipping
How good was Caitlin’s costume? She got in full costume and make-up while I was sleeping Friday morning and when she woke me up, I was genuinely startled. I did a double take and was completely taken aback*. After we laughed at my reaction, she went to work in costume** and I saw a double feature of “Birdman” & “John Wick” before getting into costume by the time she got home. After four years of being rock stars that required an explanation for most people to know who we were, we had our most successful costume to date being Janice and Floyd Pepper from the Muppets band***. It was the most labor intensive costume I’ve ever done and Caitlin went all out with a full body suit and we both used face paint for the first time. Once we were in costume, we had a delightful romp around our neighborhood, starting with the candy tasting menu at our favorite restaurant, Qui.
*I wish I could somehow share the mental snapshot I have of Zack’s face when I woke up him. Wide, unfamiliar eyes and a barely-open mouth with a deep breath in. It was hilarious/I felt kind of bad about it.
**I frightened a lot more people at work.
***We definitely got recognized a lot more easily, but I still found myself explaining to more than one person, “No, I’m not Jem.” “No, I’m not Sick Blossom.” “No, I’m not a Cheeto.” Continue reading