As all of you well know, we (Denise and I) have been searching for the perfect wedding dress for her. We have come across some very interesting dresses for brides and for bridesmaid.
Now I am now a judgmental person, but I think this one is well, not quite Denise's style.
A couple of the dresses left me totally clueless as to what the wedding theme may have been.
While some were almost perfect, but not quite
Others left us pondering: What were you thinking???????
As well as feeling sorry
and even sorrier for the bridesmaids. I hope they are still friends.
Oh my.....
and so as we continue to sear and wonder about it all, I am reminded of a saying I saw in front of a church once:
I was awakened this morning by my phone rining and somebody asking for "Nakisia" in a heavily accented Arab Voice. after shaking myself awake, deciding it probably was not a terrorist trying to destroy America by making sure none of us got any sleep, (too much Brad Thor and Tom Clancy)
I politely told the voice they had the wrong number:to which it replied" Americans!" and hung up.
Maybe I was wrong. It was definitely someone determined to make sure I had a bad day and take my joy away.
I made a conscious decision to ignore the call, pick up my Bible and read.
A lot of what our day is or our life is Attitude. and there are a lot of Attitude stealers out there. Don't let them steal your Joy.
Today, Tasha and I are going for a walk to gather Autumn leaves. We are doing a collage for Fall. She is doing great in her work for school. I finially got her to acknowledge there is a color other then pink,. and she can draw something other then circles and people. I love homeschool.
May the Lord keep the joy stealer's out of your life today.
On March 9th 1982, I woke up with more energy then I have had in a long time.eight and 1/2 months into my pregnancy; I have a whopping two weeks to go to my due date.
Totally ignorant of the mysteries of childbirth, I mean the real realities, I read joy through natural childbirth, and books like that. these books were relativity accurate except they choose not to mention a small little tidbit. Well several actually, they are
A. Babies come when they are ready not the doctor says i.e. all due dates are bogus
B. husbands, even though they were fathers before they met you don't have a clue as to how their ex wives popped out their little ones and
C. having a baby HURTS. Everyone seems to ignore the pain factor.
And no, I don't want to hear about the pioneer women who served breakfast, cleaned up, had a baby and was picking cotton right after lunch. This women is a myth, made up by husbands, and if you are a young women expecting a child I am telling you that right now. Believe it.
Anyway, I cleaned the house top to bottom. Even washed windows, made a fabulous dinner fort he man, who came home peeked my forehead and went to his bowling league.
I spent the night Dancing with myself to old music, and one song kept playing a 1963 Song
So I exhausted myself nd went to bed. Waking up just long enough to say good night to Wally and find out he had bowled a 200 game. It was a good night for both of us.
some o'clock in the morning I woke up to go to the,uh,restroom and found myself in a pool of water. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't this it was good. I asked Wally, he sleepily turned over and said it wasn't time yet so don't worry.
Famous last words, I worried. He, finally totally annoyed with me for not listening to him, told me to call the emergency room, He snuggled back under the covers totally confident the doctor would tell me the same thing he had been telling me. . He didn't, what he told me was to get into the emergency room, like 2 hours ago. I did, dreamily imagining, that March 10, 1982 was going to be Dennis or Denise's birthday.
Can you say, Naive? No one mentions, uh, labor.
Labor hadn't started so they gave me a few hours to start on my ow, then they induced. At 4:30 am I began labor and was put in prep room. I read readers digest through the first hour, watched Donahue the second part, as well as the soaps I haven't watched before, left the hospital hooked on Another world and General. hospital, I actual went to Soap Opera rehab later on in life.
The last part of labor, I wasn't watching anything I was simply screaming..then miraculousness at 8pm they decided they needed to perform a C section..because I was dilating (you couldn't have decided earlier?) all I knew was after hours of pain, a quick prick of a needle I wasn't feeling any pain, but amazingly I was holding a squalling baby who was apparently mad at heck for being forced into a cold impersonal world, when she had tried her best to stay where she was.
She fussed at me some time, but finally settled down. I remember holding her and not wanting to let her go.
the staying awake until they brought her back in.
So on March 11, angry as all get out she came into the world; now we are planning her wedding. I remember the day she was born in relation to the day she will be married and all she has gone through before.
this time.
I pray for a blessing for her, Thank God for the honor of being her mother. Now on to the wedding.
Every time I think, Hey I don't have anything to write about I might as well close my blog Something comes up to write about.
My daughter announced her engagement a couple of weeks ago and I find myself smack dab in the middle of planning a wedding.
I didn't have a big wedding, so this is all new to me. I knew about the basics, Brides family pays for this Grooms family pays for that..but I didn't know all the extras. Present for parents, present for groom (I always thought the Bride was the present to the groom?) etc etc etc. So I am in for a year of new adventures, the least being spending two days looking at brides magazine and getting sticker shock on wedding dress prices. Seriously who pays 15,000 for a dress you can wear one day? Seriously?
so now I have new blog ideas, I started homeschooling Tasha which will be another set of adventures. All will keep me busy and hopefully a laugh for all of you.
