Oops I am falling behind.

Time to catch up on things me thinks.

Well wedding was wonderful. My daughter looked wonderful, son in law looked fab, me well all I can say is fairy and top of christmas tree. Saying that though we all had a fab day and a lovely surprise was my cousin Gina and family made it for the wedding. Saying that though after her being rescued off a transporter bridge, seeing me in full breakdown mode must have made her experience seem rather boring, but still she made me laugh.

My hubby, son and grandchildren looked amazing, my mother told the photographer not to take a picture of her below the knee, and my aunt was so drunk she ate a candle because she thought it was a a vanilla sweetie, it was only the fact that she had wick stuck in the middle of her teeth did she finally realise things are not what they seem.

Glad to say that her husband is my mothers brother so not taking any blame for it being in my gene pool, madness that is.

My friend Chris ended up in a&e on the Sunday morning having her wrist bandaged as she went flying and broke her wrist. But all in all everyone had a fabulous time.

I managed to stop crying on the Monday after, then a few days later the bank statement came and my hubby been crying ever since. Such is life bless him.

false nails

Well I had a go at the flase nail thing. Let me tell you now how you are supposed to keep you bits in check (after the loo business) I will never know. And to type well that is a myster in its self. I have always been lucky and had long nails, but as usual you want them to stay nice for a special occasion and what happens they all snap, so I thought I would try the dubious false nail thing. Never never again the last time I had that much damage on me bits I think I gave birth, so note to onself, leave the bloody things in the chemist.

Earings

Well yet again nearlly there, but today I went to town hoping to finalise all the little things, and yes I found the perfect pair of earings. I am one of those people who feel naked if they walked out of the house without them. Did a little shopping, come home, without finalising all those little things, and yes also came home without the flippin earings because they were out of stock. Typical !!!!!!

Another day

Well another day closer and the nerves are begining to take its toll. Had a crazy text off cousin Gina to inform me that hubby has shaved his head and is looking more like a sun burnt brillo pad as we speak.
Then son came home to inform me that him and other cousin whom I call Alf Garnett, have decided that they might wear kilts to wedding. Needless to say I need the voddie drip fed to me now as son is six foot tall and Alf is five food and a fag paper, not a sight a woman of my age should behold.
Had a nice evening though, some faithful friends came to my aid to get me through my mad times, just to remind me of the even madder times we had over the years.
For some reason over the last few days I have been missing my friend Caroline who sadly died two years ago. I think of her often but lately I seem to miss her just that little bit more. She is probably just letting me know that she is standing by me enjoying the fact that my marbles are a bit looser than usual.
My poor hubby is a diamond. He is taking all this in his stride and dealing with the fact that he is working nights and his wife is phoning him in the middle of the night to make sure he has enough food in his lunch box. Why in heavens name I am calling it his lunch box when he is working night I will never know but for some reason supper box does not sound the same.
Well another day tomorrow lets see what surprises lie in store for me then.

wiccan rede

Bide the Wiccan Law ye must
In perfect Love in perfect Trust
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fullfil
And ye harm none do what you will
What you send out comes back to thee
So ever mind the rule of three
Follow this with mind and heart
Merry ye meet and merry ye part.

not long now

Well only three weeks to go and my daughter will be wearing my french doors down the isle. I am saying this because I have saved for months to buy myself a conservatory. Then the daughter comes home and tells me that her and her boyfriend want to get married. Doing the dutiful thing I have spent my conservatory money, no correction here more than one conservatory, on her wedding. Everytime I look at her wonderful wedding dress I see a set of french doors, which I would have by now had placed in my wonderful conservatory along with the furniture and decor of my dreams.

But such is my sacrifice for the day of her dreams. I will sit and enjoy along with the rest of our family and friends this joyous occasion hoping that everyone will be in awe of how wonderful she looks, with her hair and makeup done to perfection, viel in place, tissues at the ready future husband looking dapper, my husband looking proud, my mum in snob mode, and me crying into a tissue as she is wearing my bloody french doors down the isle.