The Wedding Planner
I told myself that I would not post until I had something besides wedding stuff to write about……yup, that’s why there has been nothing, nada, zip. Because for well over a month that is all I have been doing. The end is in sight, June 5th is right around the corner, we will soon be celebrating. I am beyond excited, that everything has come together so well. Some might call it obsessive planning, I call it one chance to get it right. Since I don’t see anyone else stepping up to do all the work and we certainly don’t have the funds to hire a professional, good ol’ mom does it all. And for those who think I don’t know what I’m doing, this is the fourth wedding I’ve done. I have discovered weddings are like everything else…the more you do it, the better you get.
We are still planning on changing locations after the wedding. So the move and living in the RV is still on. It just got pushed back until middle of June. Bear is going to have to go ahead of me since I have a committment to emcee our local festival. That’s another thing you get better at the more you do….this is the third year I’ve done all the emcee work, truth to tell it’s a blast. It’s called the Archey Fork Festival and they have an antique car show, carnival, craft booths, free music and a ton of fireworks. My job is to open the festival, introduce all the bands, give proper acknowledgement to all the sponsers and make sure all the little tech details don’t get out of hand. I usually work from about ten in the morning until 10 at night. It’s a long hard day and it’s all volunteer. Not one person gets paid. I am just one of 50 to 75 volunteers, it’s just I’m the one on stage so I am in the most visible position. Woohoo, just where Hams like to be…center stage.
Well, I have to do multiple things today and not one is getting done so I better get the hell off here. By the way if anyone wants an invitation to the wedding you better e-mail me your address. If you were to actually come you would find a formal afternoon wedding with a carnival/reception. Carnival??? you say! Well, why the hell not? It is a family affair and if the adults get to drink, dance and make merry why shouldn’t the kids have as much fun. Since kid is a relative term, I do believe that after the pictures are all done I will get on my play clothes and climb into the bounce. Make sure you check out the link, this is Emily’s future in-laws.
This is where I put my apology to all my friends for neglecting you for so long. When this is all over I promise to come by and play catch up. Remember, if you need me, I’m only an e-mail away. Have a great Friday!
You say it’s your birthday
When everything goes into overdrive, and the blooms are at their best. I want to be outside enjoying all the gorgeous trees and flowers. Problems is, I like millions of others wake up with a head full pollen, aching everywhere. Sneezing becomes the hobby I do best. Over the counter allergy pills are in my purse, car, coat pockets and medicine chest. This makes me a member in good standing of the “Sinus Club”. How many of you are members? Walking to the mailbox becomes a visual treat and a path through hell.. Right now the pine pollen is coming down so thick it leaves a layer of yellow on everything. In the South you know it’s spring when your car has a thick film of pollen and everyone is praying for rain to knock it down. Come on rain!!
This is the bridesmaid dresses. You have no idea how beautiful everyone looked in these. Of course they never have the proper colors to show everyone, so this is the best I could do. I wish there was some way for some of my xanga friends to come and share this day. As odd as it sounds there are many times when the objective advice and opinions I get here are better than the advice and support I get from my so called “real” friends. And I know in the last couple of days I have laughed here at xanga more than I have “in real life” Somewhere along the line I changed fundamentally and my best friend just doesn’t get it. Truth be told I quit thinking of her as my best friend a year ago. Though there have been several times I’ve tried to reconnect, it just ain’t happenin’. SAD! I’m positive that this is a huge part of the reason I’m so excited by moving on and out of here. A new start so to speak. You would think after 15 years she would “get where I’m coming from”, now I’m just to tired to try anymore. Luckily, I married my true best friend, and like a knight in shining armor he said “let’s blow this place.” Okay maybe knights don’t really talk like that, but hey, works for me! So after the yard sale, the bridal shower, the wedding and (yech) the cleanup, it will be time to go. 
One of them looks like the top one in this picture below. The other one, the dangerous one, is six feet long. Yeah, real glad that one didn’t come crashing down. 
This is no joke, I have things from grade school, why I still have them is a mystery. Pictures and baby books I can understand. But old school papers from third grade? I also have every vase that I have ever gotten flowers in, clear back to high school. Maybe I can get a nickel apiece for them. Even if we weren’t going anywhere it’s time to get rid of some of this stuff. I’m thinking that if I clear the house out when we come home for weekends it will seem like a mansion compared to our little R.V. 
You know the best part of all the wedding plans is giving my daughter what she wants, or as close as we can afford. The worst part…with her and Tim three hours away, I walk a fine line between it being her wedding and it turning into “my wedding” I hate that. I don’t want it to be mine. If I had wanted a big wedding I would have had one 22 years ago. We eloped, and for very good reasons. I never regretted it, but for obvious reasons there are some people who think that every brides wedding is really the wedding her mother never had. I’ve even read of moms that changed the wedding music just as the bride is starting to walk down the aisle. Emily (thank God) knows I wouldn’t do anything that selfish, but when I’m the one picking out the flowers, cake etc. it really makes me aware of each decision. Is it me that loves it or is it Emily and Tim? Nothing like second guessing every decision for two months to give you confidence. 
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