An affair to remember....

I can breath a sigh of relief. The second hardest wedding of my life is over. I did rather well. Spoke to my friend before the ceremony. Then I got recruited to help during the reception.....actually I was told not asked....I really just wanted to be a guest.

My whole morning started out with a few circumstances. Then I found out I had to be ready to leave 90 min sooner than I had thought. No problem.

Upon showing up at the affair I was told I looked gorgeous, glowing and I believe someone told me I looked beautiful. Hey, that was my plan all along!

So I sat down and listened to the bride and groom introduce some people and when she got to the part where she introduced her bridesmaid as her "best friend" it was as though someone threw rice in my face. I suddenly turned sad. I heard a voice whisper in my ear, "that used to be you".

And so I scarfed down my food, left, came home, ate a tenderloin and onion rings, had a good cry and watched a video.

Wish I could have seen things....darn these cataracts.

Wish them well..... I think I'll elope :-)

Bittersweet Time

Be careful how you treat the ones you care about, you can never take back the hurt you may cause...

It is going to be a rather bittersweet weekend for me.

Five years ago my best friend and I had a parting of ways over something she did. I was hurt beyond belief and our friendship bit the dust as we knew it. It has never been the same. It has been mended, we still go out for a bite to eat once in awhile but the fun like we used to have is gone.

And now her wedding approaches. I've spent the last week or so contemplating why I'm emotional about it. Is it because she is getting what I have always dreamed of? No. It's because I miss being a part of the pre wedding activities that all best friends are a part of. The parties, the showers, the wedding planning, decorating, consulting etc etc.

I would have looked forward to all of that stuff. Now I'm just a guest.

Am I happy for her? Sure why not, anything else takes to much energy.

Deep breath, pretty smile, waterproof mascara!

Eye Spy Part One

Let's go down the road to surgery together and have a laugh or two.

To begin with, in order to qualify for financial aide, I had to write a letter stating how my basic monthly needs are met. I could have made anything up, but I chose to go the honest way.

I worded my letter using the words "anonymous donations from church family".

I ended up going round and round with a young woman who insisted I tell them who the donations came from because they needed to write a letter explaining their side of the story. I couldn't get through to her that I don't know who the donations come from, hence the word "anonymous".  Then she wanted a letter from the church....I said the church doesn't know who the ANONYMOUS donors are either. Then she wanted a letter from my family. WHAT? Ok chickiepoo here's the scoop. First of all my church refers to one another as family, Second of all, there was no comma in between 'church & family' in my letter. Thirdly, would you like for me to give you a Webster's dictionary so you can look up the word "anonymous"?

Twice I went through all of this with her, once on the phone and once in person. I was very nice and cheerful both times, even to the point of giggling. She wasn't amused.

FINALLY, her supervisor read letter and approved it on the spot.

Thus begins the journey. Now I wait on something else that has become somewhat comical....I'll keep you posted. LOL