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Finally

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Another year - like in prison.

The sixteenth hash mark is done!  We were so busy around our actual anniversary that there was no time to take our rings to Sartor Hamman, but I took them in two Saturdays ago while Lloyd was busy buying his auction stuff, and we picked them up this Saturday with his parents.

Dropping them off was a little funny. (It’s no rinky-dink place, but a very nice jewelry store in Lincoln.)

Saleslady: Can I help you?
Lauren: I’m here to get our wedding rings engraved. We get these hash marks….?
Saleslady: Mr. Sommerer?
Lauren: Huh?

Her daughter had attended Lincoln Lutheran so she knew Lloyd, and apparently we are the only people who return to their store for hash marks. Lloyd thinks he’s got it made – I’m the only wife who is happy to have gold taken away as a present!

I just re-read last year’s post about the slash, and Peggy had a comment requesting a wedding photo.  I never obliged, so here you go.  (My advice for any formal picture taking: Get a jazz-hands pose.  It will be your favorite.)

Mark,Tina,Phil,Keren,Patrice,Kathryn,Sam,John,Brad,Samith,Karl

A Nebraska Wedding

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I went to a most unusual wedding today. Actually, the wedding itself was not strange – it was quite lovely, with TONS of flowers! (I was sleepy, though, and dozed a bit. I missed all my doses of caffeine.)

The after-activities were pretty different from weddings I’ve attended. The bride used to work with me at the CDC, and she is marrying a young man who is a farmer. There was a definite farm theme going on. In addition to bubbles, they had blue cowbells to ring as they left the church. It was an awesome sound.

More cowbell!

They rode away from the ceremony in the same pickup his parents rode off in. (The lawn chairs were strapped in, as were the picnic tables for the wedding party.)

Don’t tell the cops about the open containers.

At the reception, there was definitely a Checkoslovakian influence. We were greeted by a polka band, and there were kolachies at each table. The best part of the reception? This truck in the Ag pavilion. (That’s short for Agriculture Pavilion – a nice big building we use for all sorts of functions.)

Now that’s what I call a bar.

Strangest part of the reception? Being greeted just inside the entrance by two people dressed up as old hillbillies giving out free shots of homemade hooch. (I only caught the old lady in the photo. Sorry.)

Straight out of the jug.

I liked this wedding!