I know I’m full of posts today! 
Enjoy it because next week might be slim…
I am teary-eyed right now because my brothers and I are about to accomplish what we could not during my father’s life…a happy family.
I just have memories of one of them always disrespecting my mom—so I kept him at a distance. The other I recall as being slow and aloof. Well, there is yet another MIA, but this isn’t about him.
I was about to see my brother, but he’s headed here to put flowers on my dad’s grave along with the other brother. He’s said he wanted to see my mom, and she called on my line about that time. She agreed to lunch on her break and will meet my brothers and me at a restaurant not far from our house, my dad’s favorite spot.
My family, all of my dad’s outside children and myself along with my parents, never once sat down at the same table and dined together. We’ve been at family gatherings together, but not ever as a unit. I still call myself an only child because I was for so long even though the boys are older.
What amazes me is that my dad would’ve been ecstatic if we could’ve done this while he was alive. Maybe what matters most is that we’ve gotten it right now.
This was my hair flat ironed about eight months ago after a haircut. Add eight months worth of hair and some ear length layers and you have my hair now.
Every few years or so, I start all over from a fade. I just saw the cutest pic of this sister with about two or three inches of hair. She had a texturizer, but it made me miss my short hair again. I miss the old me, and I don’t know how much of that is tied up in my hair.
I haven’t cut my hair since 2002 and started letting it grow back in 2003. I haven’t cut more than two or three inches at a time since then. If I make it to 2010, that will be about the longest I’ve gone without a major haircut. I’ve done good.
To cut or not to cut, what say you?
…with a bunch of frills in a church house and a plated dinner reception complete with live orchestra or band?
Dragonfly’s comment on “Shaking My Head” led me to this question. Can any married person or single person desiring a church wedding please explain to me the purpose and/or joy of getting married with all the bells and whistles? I’m sincerely trying to make peace with this.
Also, for those familiar with the Bridezilla phenom, what are some ways women can avoid it? I have some ideas, but let me hear from you.
I got an evite from a friend’s husband for a baby shower for his wife. I should have been excited but was disturbed.
I met this friend through a mutual friend, let’s call her Z, when she and I were in Z’s wedding. When she called and told me that she was finally expecting after having been trying for several years, I was soooo happy for her. She told me she’d already called Z and had asked Z to throw a shower for her.
I called Z and told her to let me know if there was anything I could do to help because New Mommy (NM) is a very sweet person. Z shocked the heck out of me!! She said she hadn’t replied to NM’s request or messages because she was upset with her for having put on slippers at her wedding after having told others not to do so. *blink*blink*blank stare*
Color me flabbergasted!!! NM had delivered the message at Z’s request. Z was really showing out during her nuptial period, and NM tried very hard to be a buffer and keep Z calm. Z felt like NM had been annoying and wanted to tell her about herself, but this was FOUR MONTHS LATER!!! Was it that serious? NM had had back to back family issues going on and Z never felt it was the “right time” to voice her concerns, but were they really worth voicing?
NM had spent a mint of money on Z’s wedding. I know because so did I and some of the other participants. I told her she needed to let it go and move on. I asked her if it was worth risking a loooong friendship with her matron of honor over something so simple. (I’m giving you the short version because it gets even more ridiculous than this.) I thought she heard me, but apparently, she didn’t agree.
Although she’s on the invite list, the shower evite did not come from her. I’m going to guess that she didn’t confront NM but preferred to give her the silent treatment, which resulted in NM’s hubby hosting her shower.
I know for a fact that NM is probably the best friend that Z has. She ALWAYS put Z first when planning for Z’s wedding. She traveled from out of town more than once to do things wedding related. She always began and ended with, What would Z like? She was more committed than I was. Seriously.
I am not surprised at Z, but I am disappointed.
People like Z are why I don’t agree to participate in many weddings. Now, that’s hard to believe considering I’ve been a maid of honor twice, a hostess twice, and a bride’s maid three times. I haven’t even said “yes” every time I’ve been asked. Some people just take the “It’s my day…” business entirely too far. The most gracious bride I’ve ever attended was my older cousin. She had not a drop of divatude and just made everyone feel wonderful. She was more concerned with everyone else than with herself. She was calm and happy the whole day. I had one soror who’s wedding I attended who was the exact same way–calm and sweet.
Lord Jesus, please let me be calm and sweet and not make the people around me hate me. Please and amen.
If I can’t attend NM’s shower, I will certainly be sending a gift. She didn’t even know me and sent an arrangement and made several follow-up calls when my father died. I’ll just have to put and keep Z on my prayer list.
