Fr. Stafki's first Baptism

"Kaden Joseph, ego te baptizo in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritu Sancti."

Better?

My Girl's Weddin'

Our day began at 6:30 am. (Thanks again, Libby!)




The lovely finished product




On to the Church!


Moments before...



!!JUST MARRIED!!



Mayo in the door handles.

After

Little Girls in White



Passing the time, waiting for a very late DJ. Some numbers were quite fitting (I'm a Believer, Your Song, Goin' to the Chapel) and some not so much (Bye Bye Love, Thank God I'm a Country Boy-for Mike-). Then we sort of ran out of material. Here, you see "I'm a Little Tea Pot", performed by the Baer Family, extended relatives, and recently-estranged friends; we weren't even drinking!...much ;-p



Mr. & Mrs. Michael Trujillo

The Usual

Well, one can't be popular all the time, you know. What I cannot tolerate is 'being pawssed ovuh', as Eliza Doolittle puts it. It is honestly the saddest thing ever to happen; but there are an awful lot of little things that pile and climb until there is no perceivable way over them. Then you list them and laugh at yourself.

Dominic entertained us in the cutest way on Sunday. He was talking on the cell phone with Matthew on the way home from church. Well, the phone was going dead, but Dom didn't realize that; instead, every time is beeped, he asked incredulously, "Matthew, why are you swearing at me?"

I owe the Fargo Library, thanks to Dante and Langston Hughes. But this was way back during Lent, so I suppose it would be best to go take care of my financial obligations, what?

For two whole weeks now, when sewing up the bridesmaids dresses, there have been three principal music favorites: By Jeeves, Charette, and Oliver!. Consequently, we've all been going around spouting our own respective accents, be they British, French or .. more British. Rather fun, though it's to that point that I hear perfect English voices speaking these words as I type. A slave to my own imagination.