Writer's Workshop: Our wedding song

Hubby and I had our wedding in the park, a low budget affair with not a whole lot of bells and whistles, more like a Sunday bbq where everyone is dressed up.

My mother was the ring leader and I was the 2nd in command. I’m sure your thinking it should have been the other way around, but I really needed someone else to be in control. I did get all things approved by me first and mom was great as long as I kept her in check or she would have went crazy and had me wear a tiara or some other crazy thing like that.

In the plans for the wedding in the park, my mother was to bring a music cd that she had of some real soft classical music. I was supposed to go through the cd to determine which song was going to be used. This was supposed to have happened earlier in the day while everything was getting set up.

As you all know preparing for a wedding is brain frying work and the bride has enough on her plate as is, these little things tend to get lost or forgotten in the frenzy.

Needless to say I never saw the cd or listened to it. As I sit here now, I have no clue what happened to it. I had made arrangements with my BIL to bring his Cher cd for some lively music afterwards, you know while everyone was eating. The main song on that cd that I was most interested in was “It’s in his kiss”, it was one of the songs that was playing on the oldies channel on the radio (well the older version of course), that day hubby and I went for that ride together, the day we meet. In case you missed that post, you can read it here. Although we hadn’t kissed yet, the song lingered in the air that night. Leaving that song with special meaning for me.

Dad and I were all ready to walk down between the chairs to the canopy my mother had pain stakinly labored over. The music was que’d and the boom box was started. I was expecting some unknown soft song that mom had rushed to make a decision on.

Yup you guessed it! Dad and I walked down the isle to the bebop song of “It’s in his kiss”! The small group of family and friends, grinned, laughed and looked puzzling to each other.

I could see mom jump out of her seat to correct the matter, but the mystery cd was not right there and well it was too late now. Dad was up and out of his wheelchair and already walking. She sat back down almost as quickly as she had gotten up; she was mouthing “Sorry” to me.

I could have cared less cause I was already laughing and could see hubby was too!!



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Twenty Questions

Twenty Questions

I got this from Joanie @ Joanie's Random Ramblings It looked like fun, so I thought I'd do it too!



1) Dressing up or casual?
Casual all the way!!


2) Most original Halloween costume?
When I was 8, I dressed up as a Victorian lady complete with a lace parasol. Won third place!


3) What would your talent be if you were participating in a beauty pageant?
The talent of losing my voice and looking like a deer caught in headlights.


4) What do the words retro boutique design mean to you?
Hippie style..fringed jackets, super bells, long flowing skirts and leather beaded headbands..ect...


5) What do you see as your greatest achievement?
Sobriety!


6) What household chore pacifies you?
Watering the plants.


7) Favorite type of weather?
Cloudy days with cooler temps with the threat of rain. The skies are fabulous at those times.


8) Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out?
Out! I hate to feel pinned down.


9) Do you have freckles?
Yes, I do. Even my lips have freckles.


10) Favorite kind of sandwich?
Chicken breast, with sharp cheddar and olive mayo.


11) Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
Yes, I could but definitely not for long.


12) What’s your name spelt backwards?
rehtaeh


13) What message is on your voicemail machine?
Voicemail not activated. Answering machine..You have reached the Welch Residence, please leave your name and number and we'll get back to you as soon as we can.
(all said with a very southern drawl)


14) What was the name of your first pet?
First one I remember was Jeremiah, a orange tabby.


15) Do you believe in karma?
Oh yes! Karma has gotten me a time or two.


16) Do you believe in luck?
Sometimes I think I do.


17) Do you have a nickname?
nope


18) Are you a shopping addict?
Never can afford that luxury.


19) Favorite superhero?
Wonder woman with her invisible plane.


20) Chocolate or vanilla?
vanilla.

Rocks

So last post I mentioned hubby bringing me some rocks for the yard design I had in mind.
Here is a pic of my yard kinda bare and difficult to mow. I dreamed up a design that might look good and elevate the mowing issue, but first I had to get my hands on some rocks.

Hubby offered to bring me some rocks from work, but I had to unload them. Two hours of shoveling them out from the back of his pickup and lots of pain later, this is what I got done.

It was six in the evening by time I finished and since there was still some sunlight left, hubby thought it was a good idea to go get some more. Which was kinda cool cause yall know how much I LOVE to get out of the house, any excuse will do!

Just gotta love the look of a man driving a large piece of machinery!

I just had to share all my hard work with yall, even though as you can tell it is not finished.


I did manage to hurt myself as usual, my left shoulder feels like I pulled something and my left wrist still hurts but is getting better.

I am currently having an affair with Ben, but don't worry he is Gay. He sure does know how to treat my shoulder right. Sorry, bad joke, I know..but bf and I laugh our butts off cause we are on such intimate terms with Ben. Our hubbies should be jealous!
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When I told hubby I was going to post about rocks, he insisted that I show yall his fabulous pics from work. A strange and natural phenomenon that happened after moving truck loads of rock from this pile. The more that was hauled away, the top rocks would fall and left this face in the side of it. Hubby was at first creeped out at it, but that quickly turned into WOW!

Funnies

Hubby comes home with a joke to tell me:

An older couple is driving along and they hit a rabbit. The old man gets out and grabs a spray can out of the bed of the pick up. Walks over to the rabbit and picks it up by its ears. He sprays the whole can on the rabbit, tosses it in the truck and grabs another can. He uses up that whole can and releases the rabbit. The rabbit gets up and goes ten hops and turns and waves, another ten hops and again turns and waves. The rabbit continued to do this till he was out of sight. The old man tells this wife, I gotta know what was in those cans. He reaches in the back and brings them to the light....

Hair restoration and permanent wave!
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I have told hubby of my plans for the yard and that I will be needing some small rocks.
Yesterday he came home and said..I'll load if you unload. I'm like, HUH?? The rocks you want, I will get them from work and load them in the back of my truck, but you have to unload them. Deal? Deal.
Later...
I really ought to go out there and unload my junk from the bed of the truck so there will be more room for your rocks. I nodded and said yes.
Since your going to be out there can you bring me a small starter planter. He looks at me with a frown, I said.. I OUGHT to go out there! What part of OUGHT to didn't you get. LOL!!!
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I had been trying to get hold of my dad all day and was getting frustrated.
I called my sister to see if she knew where dad was. Nobody was home, so I left a message.
Later that evening...
Boo calls me and says...Aunt Heather you need to watch your language! There are kids here you know! (She is the only kid and she is 12!)
What?! I was watching my language!
No you didn't, you said bad words!
My message contained...

Where the heck is everybody? Daaang!

Apparently, I said two bad words!

Seriously?????

The kid cracks me up!

Writer's Workshop: Socks

Soo I have noticed a few of the folks I follow doing this thing called Writer's Workshop. It wasn't till recently I noticed this meme gives you several topics to choose from, so I thought I would check it out and see how it goes.

This week's assignments are:

1.) Choose a headline from The Today Show website and write up an opinion post based on the story you chose. I have reviewed the headlines for the last two days and either they get me agitated(or down right mad) or I really don't have an opinion worth writing about.

2.) Write a poem about the last thing that made you mad. Poems are Suzicate's forte. I do good to read them!

3.) Write about a joke that did not go over well. All my jokes end badly cause I forget parts or nearly all of them.

4.) Write a funny story involving socks. I do believe I can do this one, just don't know how funny it will be.

5.) It happened on Facebook...write about a funny or awkward conversation you saw unfold on Facebook. I am sooooooooo NOT going there!!


Socks..

Oh sure I could write about the sock that always seems to lose its mate, but we all know how that ends...The sock monster that lives in the dryer took it!


Okay so on to my little story...
As most of you know (especially the poor or just plain old), the entertainment of children was once something that had to come from your imagination. In our house the Sock puppet was all the rage! Now I'm not talking about a store bought fancy one or even the some-what fancy ones that you decorate.
Like this one:

Even this one is better than what we had:


No, we had just a sock, a magic marker, a piece of furniture to hide behind and lots of imagination. The sock of course had to be one of dad's socks, they were the only ones that would cover your whole arm. We would draw faces, you know...just eyes, nose and mouth. We never could get very imaginative with the socks cause dad had to have them back for wearing. He only had a few pairs and we couldn't afford for him to spare any just for play.

Soo, as you can imagine...Dad walked around with sock puppets on his feet!

Sunday morning standing outside the church yapping with another family, dad had a pebble in his shoe and proceeded to take off his shoe. The other man just happened to look down and saw the puppet. Dad slipped his shoe back on, in embarrassment.
It was too late, all of us had seen it. Thankfully dad was reprieved from his embarrassment, by the thunderous laugh of this other man. They both got a real good chuckle out of it. Me, I was giggling!

Dad bought new socks the next month and gave us the old puppets!

Now go see Mama Kat and check out the other Writer's Workshop posts for this week.