It's funny how things in life work out. I bumped in to an old friend one day. I use to work with her ^. We spoke of meeting up for beers at a later date. Then that night, over beers, we got to catch up a little. The conversation was amazing that night. We are still having that same conversation.
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Giving the new nephew a beat down.
I'd do it all over again if I could . I wouldn't have changed a thing.Words to the rest of the family from my mother in law.
Date: Monday, November 17, 2008, 9:48 AM>
I survived the weekend and the prep leading to the weekend. It rained like hell on Friday and we started putting a Plan B into place in case Saturday's nuptials had to be inside. Couldn't complete the yard work; ergo, we let it go. Cindy came 1st thing Saturday morning and did flowers she ordered from the Farmer's Market. Who knew she had a flower talent, but she does. The flowers were plentiful and she arranged them better than I could. I garlanded the banisters since it figured into Plan B. The groom's mother and granny came an hour early since they were bringing food and the same went for Steve and Marie. They were quickly followed by Michelle, then Cindy, Mike and Micah. This was the first meeting between Kevin's family and Michelle's. The forecast rain did NOT happen and the temperature was mild. Hooray.
Kevin and his pals came with the white folding chairs and put them on the patio. Michelle was cool as ever. She had broken a strap of her busy, color-patterned dress and needed a needle and thread to repair it. She tried to pin me down as to what I thought of the appropriateness of the dress." Was it too Hoochie-Mamma?" I was vaguely supportive that it was fine and she replied that I wasn't helping. Bob said he was not going to offer an opinion because it was a no win question. When it came to light that she had a second dress with her and it didn't need needle work, I suggested she change into her backup choice. The backup dress was dark blue and ,having no go-with flats, the bride went shoeless in the wet grass: besides the ground was soaked and heels would have been a handicap. The minister, Linda Boozer, is a friend of Michelle's. She spoke of Kevin's pick-up line to Michelle when they met and their first date: a moonlight hike with flashlights. The minister acknowledged baby Stella as there to witness the marriage of her parents. The couple wrote their own vows. They spoke softly and said they accepted the other for who he/she is now and promised to accept the other for who he/she becomes. An airplane flew over during Michelle's vows. She paused briefly but continued, fearing the guest would think she'd forgotten her lines. Kevin promised to always let Michelle have the first bite of his waffle. The tee-hees threw him. He recovered. A fire truck, which I tuned out, his heightened senses picked up, as it passed in the distance. My neighbor loaned us 2 big purple potted something-or- others for my front porch. Michelle brought all sorts of potted plants and flowers and a black wrought iron table and chairs for the patio and porches. Cindy's friend loaned potted plants for the back retaining wall. All of these will disappear at the stroke of midnight and my house will again be in tatters and I will sit by the cinders and hope to be rescued by the prince and my fairy godmother. As this isn't a fairy tale, that won't happen. Dinner was a kitchen buffet line of lasagna, salad: both green and pasta, bean soup, dill carrots,and brussel sprouts. Before the ceremony we had appetizers of boiled shrimp, shrimp paste on crackers, brie with fruit and crackers, tapanade and crackers, humus and vegetarian chips. About the house we had dark chocolate covered pecans and salted peanuts. Dessert was a two tiered vegan cake. The top layer was yellow lemon and bottom was chocolate raspberry. In all there were about 20 in attendance in our home for the wedding. Bob and I opted out of the continuing festivities in Belmont that night. I believe some did frolic. Lydia and I did, however, join Steve and Marie, Cindy, Mike and Micah for a smorgasbord Sunday brunch at Upstream on Sunday. Steve Mack treated us all. Bob and Joe tailgated for the Panther's game and enthuasticly wore> the Panther toboggans Lydia had knitted to the Panther's vs. the Lions football game. As the Panthers won, the toboggans are now deemed The LUCKY Hats. As if we had an ounce of party left in us, on Sunday evening we headed to Gastonia to Kate's Roller Skating> Rink for the big wedding reception for friends and relatives of the couple. I missed the memo stating to come in costume from the 70's and was surprised to see guests in Afro wigs, prom dresses, jumpsuits, plaid pants and newsboy caps. Christina wore a kilt that barely covered her black bloomers and she pushed her baby round and round the oval rink in a stroller. I'd see the wee pink toes and baby fingers wiz past as I sat safely un-rollered in a booth eating pepperoni pizza and sipping Pepsi Cola. Bob ate a hot dog and a cup cake from the cup cake tree. At the far end of the rink 2 dudes in helmets battled it out in a blow up boxing ring. Their weapons were air filled boop 'em sticks with big hammers on each end. Kevin's mom made his favorite cake- German Chocolate- and eventually, we had some of that goodie. Kevin's Granny was hanging in there with the pop music and bestowed on Michelle 2 lockets, each with Kevin's baby picture. The skating rink dude challenged revelers into races and a game of musical paper plates. The bride, who wore a white baseball type hat with a toole white veil, declined to race proclaiming to be with child as her excuse. Cindy raced and came in third. She was bested by the attractive redhead in a strapless black cocktail dress. The lovely prom queen in the aqua formal was handicapped by the length of fabric jailing her long legs. This material, she attempted to gather up into one hand and thereby liberate her gaily knee highed, striped socked legs. For those unfamiliar with Musical Plates it is played just musical chairs but instead of chairs on the rink, the rink master keeps removing one paper plate. Meredith's youngest daughter won this but I suspect the young adult males let her win for fear of hurting her in a> mad dash to plop their bottoms on the remaining plate. Bob and I left the reception before it concluded but not before the slicing of Tina's moist German Chocolate cake. We took 2 slices home. I went to bed around 9:30 last night and awoke around 5:00AM. Life goes on. Bob is at work and so are the bride and groom. Cindy starts a new nanny job today and Joe and Lydia are back in Asheville but leaving today for the long drive to San Miguel. It has been the most ambitious summer into fall that I can remember. We get by with a little help from our friends.
If I knew how to forward photos, I would. We'll see. I am not giving younger minds a chance to edit this telling before I mail it. That means it could contain flaws. What the hey. I'm a story teller not an historian. File it or not. The mother of the bride has spoken.
-Nette
I could not have said it better
Date: Monday, November 17, 2008, 9:48 AM>
I survived the weekend and the prep leading to the weekend. It rained like hell on Friday and we started putting a Plan B into place in case Saturday's nuptials had to be inside. Couldn't complete the yard work; ergo, we let it go. Cindy came 1st thing Saturday morning and did flowers she ordered from the Farmer's Market. Who knew she had a flower talent, but she does. The flowers were plentiful and she arranged them better than I could. I garlanded the banisters since it figured into Plan B. The groom's mother and granny came an hour early since they were bringing food and the same went for Steve and Marie. They were quickly followed by Michelle, then Cindy, Mike and Micah. This was the first meeting between Kevin's family and Michelle's. The forecast rain did NOT happen and the temperature was mild. Hooray.
Kevin and his pals came with the white folding chairs and put them on the patio. Michelle was cool as ever. She had broken a strap of her busy, color-patterned dress and needed a needle and thread to repair it. She tried to pin me down as to what I thought of the appropriateness of the dress." Was it too Hoochie-Mamma?" I was vaguely supportive that it was fine and she replied that I wasn't helping. Bob said he was not going to offer an opinion because it was a no win question. When it came to light that she had a second dress with her and it didn't need needle work, I suggested she change into her backup choice. The backup dress was dark blue and ,having no go-with flats, the bride went shoeless in the wet grass: besides the ground was soaked and heels would have been a handicap. The minister, Linda Boozer, is a friend of Michelle's. She spoke of Kevin's pick-up line to Michelle when they met and their first date: a moonlight hike with flashlights. The minister acknowledged baby Stella as there to witness the marriage of her parents. The couple wrote their own vows. They spoke softly and said they accepted the other for who he/she is now and promised to accept the other for who he/she becomes. An airplane flew over during Michelle's vows. She paused briefly but continued, fearing the guest would think she'd forgotten her lines. Kevin promised to always let Michelle have the first bite of his waffle. The tee-hees threw him. He recovered. A fire truck, which I tuned out, his heightened senses picked up, as it passed in the distance. My neighbor loaned us 2 big purple potted something-or- others for my front porch. Michelle brought all sorts of potted plants and flowers and a black wrought iron table and chairs for the patio and porches. Cindy's friend loaned potted plants for the back retaining wall. All of these will disappear at the stroke of midnight and my house will again be in tatters and I will sit by the cinders and hope to be rescued by the prince and my fairy godmother. As this isn't a fairy tale, that won't happen. Dinner was a kitchen buffet line of lasagna, salad: both green and pasta, bean soup, dill carrots,and brussel sprouts. Before the ceremony we had appetizers of boiled shrimp, shrimp paste on crackers, brie with fruit and crackers, tapanade and crackers, humus and vegetarian chips. About the house we had dark chocolate covered pecans and salted peanuts. Dessert was a two tiered vegan cake. The top layer was yellow lemon and bottom was chocolate raspberry. In all there were about 20 in attendance in our home for the wedding. Bob and I opted out of the continuing festivities in Belmont that night. I believe some did frolic. Lydia and I did, however, join Steve and Marie, Cindy, Mike and Micah for a smorgasbord Sunday brunch at Upstream on Sunday. Steve Mack treated us all. Bob and Joe tailgated for the Panther's game and enthuasticly wore> the Panther toboggans Lydia had knitted to the Panther's vs. the Lions football game. As the Panthers won, the toboggans are now deemed The LUCKY Hats. As if we had an ounce of party left in us, on Sunday evening we headed to Gastonia to Kate's Roller Skating> Rink for the big wedding reception for friends and relatives of the couple. I missed the memo stating to come in costume from the 70's and was surprised to see guests in Afro wigs, prom dresses, jumpsuits, plaid pants and newsboy caps. Christina wore a kilt that barely covered her black bloomers and she pushed her baby round and round the oval rink in a stroller. I'd see the wee pink toes and baby fingers wiz past as I sat safely un-rollered in a booth eating pepperoni pizza and sipping Pepsi Cola. Bob ate a hot dog and a cup cake from the cup cake tree. At the far end of the rink 2 dudes in helmets battled it out in a blow up boxing ring. Their weapons were air filled boop 'em sticks with big hammers on each end. Kevin's mom made his favorite cake- German Chocolate- and eventually, we had some of that goodie. Kevin's Granny was hanging in there with the pop music and bestowed on Michelle 2 lockets, each with Kevin's baby picture. The skating rink dude challenged revelers into races and a game of musical paper plates. The bride, who wore a white baseball type hat with a toole white veil, declined to race proclaiming to be with child as her excuse. Cindy raced and came in third. She was bested by the attractive redhead in a strapless black cocktail dress. The lovely prom queen in the aqua formal was handicapped by the length of fabric jailing her long legs. This material, she attempted to gather up into one hand and thereby liberate her gaily knee highed, striped socked legs. For those unfamiliar with Musical Plates it is played just musical chairs but instead of chairs on the rink, the rink master keeps removing one paper plate. Meredith's youngest daughter won this but I suspect the young adult males let her win for fear of hurting her in a> mad dash to plop their bottoms on the remaining plate. Bob and I left the reception before it concluded but not before the slicing of Tina's moist German Chocolate cake. We took 2 slices home. I went to bed around 9:30 last night and awoke around 5:00AM. Life goes on. Bob is at work and so are the bride and groom. Cindy starts a new nanny job today and Joe and Lydia are back in Asheville but leaving today for the long drive to San Miguel. It has been the most ambitious summer into fall that I can remember. We get by with a little help from our friends.
If I knew how to forward photos, I would. We'll see. I am not giving younger minds a chance to edit this telling before I mail it. That means it could contain flaws. What the hey. I'm a story teller not an historian. File it or not. The mother of the bride has spoken.
-Nette
I could not have said it better
