All the thanks are belong to you!

Well, a magical thing happened yesterday.

The Word Press gods smiled down on this here little blog, and my post We are all travelers here was Freshly Pressed.

This was my second foray into the FP world, and I have to say I am just as humbled, honoured, and jazzed as I was the first time.

But more than anything, I am so excited to meet all you new fab chaps that have stopped by my little slice of the internet.

Thank you all so much for coming over, leaving a note, liking a post, or just taking a peek around.

Here at Rant and Roll we like to have a good time. So please, put on some sweet tunes, limber up those limbs, and have one sweet mad dance party.

I am working on a longer piece for Friday’s post, but in the interim, please enjoy this sneak preview:

In our hotel suite, we ate sushi and drank diet coke. My sisters gave themselves pedicures in the bathroom, and I practiced putting in my contact lenses.

That night I slept, but the butterflies in my stomach and the persistent buzz of a malfunctioning air conditioner ensured that I slept little.

The morning of the wedding broke absolutely beautiful. It was to be a hot, sun-drenched day, perfect for a garden ceremony and dinner.

The first person to arrive was our photographer, my soon to be sister in-law Vanessa.

“Getting here was crazy!” She exclaimed. “There’s this crazy burnt-out semi-truck taking up space on the number 1! Traffic was moving so slow, I didn’t think I was going to make it on time!”

A burnt out semi-truck?

Tune in Friday to read the full story!

Same bat time, same bat channel.

And in the mean time, let’s end on a laugh, shall we?

I can no other answer make, but thanks (and thanks!)

This morning I woke up and checked my e-mail.

Then I did this:

Holy mother of pearl!

And then afterwards, I did this:

Freshly pressed! Yowza!

And then for the rest of the day, I felt like this:

Chillin. Illin. And cleaned the heck up!

Funnily enough, after work, what did I do?

I went to the gym gosh darn it!

I kind of felt like I owed it to them in a way.

It ended up being a fab, FAB workout too. I ran sprints and hills (alas – on the treadmill), squatted until my thighs were about to give out, and then did enough push-ups and pull-ups to never want to partake in another one until the end of time (or, as it more likely, for the next two or three days.)

Then I came home and got my cooking groove on with the ever lovely Mr. M.

We decided it was high time to make some homemade spaghetti sauce along with some sweet mini bowtie pasta.

We lined up our veggies and got to work:

Nommers.

There is something so calming about working in the kitchen with someone you love.

It also helps if you have similar taste in radio programmes. The CBC has been absolutely killing it with their 20 year anniversary coverage of the Seige of Sarajevo.

I’ve been brought to tears many, many times listening to their coverage. Seriously, their interviews are just outstanding in the extreme.

As we listened we chopped, woked, and boiled.

Boil it!

M was kind enough to capture much of the action.

Needs more tomatoes.

We also decided to cook up some spicy shrimp for good measure.

Shrimp it!

For a final outcome of this:

Absolute bliss.

As an end note, I would like to send a massive thank you to everyone who has dropped by this here blogspot, left a note, liked a post, or subscribed to updates, whether it be today, or the day I started up Rant and Roll.

Your support means more to me than you know.

So to all of you, a toast!

I couldn’t do it without you.