How to avoid being a bridezilla!! (What to do when your wedding isn't going exactly as planned)

My friend is getting married in two days. As an assertive and opinionated woman (why we love her) we expected her to have a mild case of briditis. As it turns out, she is the reason for writing this post. I have been amazed with her cool demeanor and humble gratitude towards all of us. And it can't be easy. She has been experiencing a little more than a few snafus. Her venue isn't properly hydrated, along with her flowers. Her dress was altered and still a bit too big, along with the men's tuxes. A little thing here, another there...It is enough to make my head spin and I am just one of the bridesmaids! But she has been quite the opposite of the bridezilla we might have assumed anyone to be after such events, going out of her way to make us comfortable while we all scramble to the finish line. It really shows me how much she is ready to spend the rest of her life being a wife to someone she is deeply in love with. I have watched this person change in such a short time that it blows my mind. I love her even more today than when I first knew she was my friend. I see many people in my life becoming more and more wonderful every day. I see the power of love overcoming failures, shortcomings, and issues big or small. Love is my God, my God is Love. And I am happy to witness this exchanging of God through vows, bows, pom-poms, feathers, fancy dresses and good times...I hope that my newly different, old love becomes like theirs...and I hope someday we will be able to share days like this together...but that's a different story ;)

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Georgia is a country. Just thought you ought to know that. Another fun fact is that my grandmother used to call children "Hooligans". I would love to bring that back. Hail to the hooligans, hehe, haha.

I smell a hitchin'

My best friend is getting married. I am frantic. What now?

i have a lot of blogs...

And yet, am pondering another one. This one will have one central theme and purpose, I will let you all know what that is when I get both the permission and everything together. This blog will be to benefit a very special little baby boy, who I have fallen madly in love with. Please follow if you would like to keep updated on the new blog. And "The old brown shoe" my vintage and design blog ought to be up soon as well.

All I want to do is write!

It seems as though I would be able to do things that I want to do. I am basically a stay-at-home mom although I am broke and really should be working. I live in a super small town and really do not have any job opportunities that are worth paying for daycare. I want to write, blog, be successful, but somehow when I finally get the baby to bed, all that I seem to do is clean...And my house is still dirty. Oy Vay!

Sometimes, you just have to let freedom ring...I guess.

I realized today that freedom (or at least fireworks) cost ten dollars a person at the Ironstone winery near my house. I couldn't believe that they were charging so much for people to see something that should be free. When I was younger there we were very poor but I could always guarantee that we would see fireworks on the fourth of July. I loved the fireworks so much! Now, on the 2nd of July, in 2011, you must pay! I feel for the children who don't understand why they can't go to see the most magical of all things, because their parents don't have enough money. I am grateful that my daughter, who is 9, is in Missouri with her dad this summer where that isn't a worry. It reminds me of old caste systems in India...segregating the children who come from means, from the poor kids who might be lucky enough to have their parents park their cars on the side of the road near the venue so they may get to see. I would've been a side of the road kid if the fireworks in our town weren't free back then...but hey, LET FREEDOM RING right??

Blogs with themes...

I have never been one to do anything "By the book" or "By the blog" in this case. I have really been leaning back and forth on the idea of doing something with some sort of guideline. I suppose that really, my NON-guideline is, in fact, a guideline. I don't know! Tell me what you think.