Priestieboy was laughing about how I was fist pumping at Lawyerboy’s wedding while in my gown with my legs in a not very lady-like way. He thought for sure I was drunk because who goes around doing that while in a gown yelling “woo woo”?
I said, “I most certainly was not, that’s me sober, you should see me when I’m drunk.” I think most of my friends would agree? This is what I looked like, apparently.
Today is my 30th wedding anniversary. Most of my friends think we should be going out to dinner or celebrating in some form, but we’re not. We’re not big on holidays. But we are going on a trip in a few weeks and are blaming it on the anniversary.
But what I’m thinking back to is something I’ve blogged about before, how my sister told me that I didn’t know what marriage was like. Really? You’re going there?
We’ve stayed together despite years of his traveling, kept a relationship going via the phone, email, and text numerous times per day during his travels, raised two (what I call successful) kids, married a kid off, we haven’t been put out on the street waiting for the bank to do something for us like others have, and we’re comfortable in our home and with each other. I think that qualifies me for knowing what marriage is about.
Pfffffft.
My friend Cindy texted me the night before Lawyerboy’s wedding: ”While everyone is turned around looking at the beautiful bride coming up the aisle, turn yourself around, and look at your son on the alter waiting for her”.
I did just that. I stared at him with tears in my eyes, willing him to notice me looking at him. He did. I will always remember what I think passed between us, though I’m sure he has a totally different interpretation of that look we gave each other. His was probably, “Ma, quit lookin’ at me!” While mine was more proudly sentimental.
Thank you, Cindy.
PS: I then turned around to see my new daughter-in-law coming up, as it has the longest aisle in Buffalo, she was just half-way up!
I saw on Facebook that you’re donating, a one-day internship with you this coming Sunday which will go to the highest bidder. This is your link :
https://www.charitybuzz.com/catalog_items/3476295
. When I saw it, I immediately sent it out to my husband for approval to bid but I received no answer. I usually don’t even ask his permission, just on the big things, ya know? But I play tit for tat and once I told him, “do NOT come home telling me you bought a new car or a new TV.” He came home with one new car and two new TVs. So if I really want to, as I sit here typing, I could bid on your item.
Then I’d have to fly out there from Buffalo to LA. I’d get to meet your wife and son. I’d have lunch with you. But I wonder what you’d have me do otherwise as an intern? Would you make me type the article you’d write on me? I’d be OK with that. I’d be able to give you plenty of fodder. I think we have a lot in common. You know, I just self-published a book. You had yours properly published. I’m a little funny, you’re freaking hysterical. I’m good looking, you’re so-so (well, that’s your fault for the pics you put up of yourself). Though I, too, have published very unflattering pics of myself to show my humility, which is a great characteristic we should all strive for.
You’re married, I’m married. You’re raising a kid, I’ve raised two perfect children. See, we could so do this and have fun. So since I’ve only just now, Thursday, seen this auctioning off of interning with you for this Sunday, and I’m not going to be able to turn it all around that fast, I’d like you to donate it again. Perhaps to a different charity next time. And could you post it on your facebook sooner? K, thanks, man.
Peace Out
No, I didn’t wear my shirt backwards and inside out today. But I did wear my slippers to the Hospital Where I Volunteer. Thankfully I realized it five miles after I left the house and turned around. No, those are not my pajamas, it’s a maxi dress.
As part of my marketing I must do myself for my book, I am exhibiting my book at a few huge expos. The Combined Book Exhibit is an expo where they will physically place your book standing up on a table of same-categoried books (mine would be in Indie). They also have a section to promote your eBook.
When they sent me the link that included and displayed all the books which would be promoted, I was excitedly flipping, flipping, flipping through the pages to find my book with my smiling face on it. Around page seven I found a book that looked out of place as it was displayed sideways. As in horizontally, where as all the others, of course, were displayed vertically. I thought to myself, “that poor soul has their book sideways”.
It was mine. Why, out of a thousand or so books, was mine displayed sideways? I emailed them and asked them to correct it, which they did, but now that I think of it, I should have left it lying there that way to catch some attention, shouldn’t I have?
