Sunday, April 26, 2009

wedding dreams

My mother always taught us how to make due. It wasn't that we couldn't have nice things we were just sometimes going to have to get creative on how we were going get them. This is why I was taught to sew by the time I was eight. If I wanted a new outfit... I had to make it. Or I would buy something at the thrift store and remake it to look like what I was dreaming of.

Mom grew up in a house with 12 kids during the depression and there was not going to be any whining from her kids about how they wanted something.

These talents are a family trait that I have taken for granted for years. We all do it, aunts, uncles,cousins, brother sister.. and then there are my daughters.

Daughter number one gets it, sometimes to the point of driving me crazy. And then there is daughter number two...

This daughter is my lawyer and loves nice things like coach purses and prada image my concern when she announced that she was getting married.

How could I possibly afford to give her the wedding of her dreams?

But as a parent this has turned out to be one of my proudest moments...she is making her invitations and searching for bargins that would make her grandmother proud.

Who new that she had been paying attention all these years..she isn't going to settle..she knows what she wants and she knows hos to get it. See mama I taught her well.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

What's in a name?

My daughter is getting married in a little over three months and I find myself stressing about the strangest things.

One of the first things that came to my mind and still enters it on a regular bases is....What will my son in law call me?

This may sound strange to you but it is very important to me. A name helps identify who you are. It tells people something about you when they hear it.

So what will my son in law call me? My dad called his mother in law Mrs Benson. I thought that sounded cold especially since my mom called her mother in law Mom. I have never known what to call my mother in law so I resort to Grandma Weed. My husband calls my mom Bonnie.

So here is what I know right now..I don't want to be called Mrs. Weed and I really don't want him to call me mom. Not that I would mind but I really don't want my daughter calling his mom mom so I don't think that would be good. Dianne works but I would like to come up with a more enduring name. Something that says that I am someone special to him...not just his mother in law.

I have asked him to think about what he wants to call me but I am sure he has other things on his mind. So here are some ideas I have

Mama D
Mama Weed
Mother in law dearest fairest of them all....just kidding

I think I'm leaning to Mama Weed...then maybe the grandkids could just call me this too. My husband could be papa Weed. This sounds friendly someone you would want to go to when you need something. Like someone you would care about. I think this may be my name....It reminds me of the Bernstein Bears with Mama Bear and Papa Bear and who doesn't love that vision.

So what do you think a mother in law should be wise cracks please.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The wedding bouquet

Years ago the bride would toss her wedding bouquet as she was leaving her wedding. This has always been a beautiful vision in my mind but when I got married brides had decided they didn't want to give up their bouquet so they would toss a throw away bouquet.

This sounded like a wonderful idea to me, so that is what I did. Then as the honeymoon progressed I proceeded to watch my flowers die. My new husband told me it was time to throw it in the trash. How could I? There had to be a better idea. So on the last night of our cruise we went up on deck and threw my beautiful bouquet overboard.

What did or are you planning to do with your wedding bouquet?

Thursday, April 16, 2009


Recycling is something that we all have become familiar with in the past ten years. Of course I recycle my water bottles and gather my papers and throw them in their special bin. Doesn't everyone?

But my parents and grandparents were recycling long before the garbage man handed us our recycle bins.

My grandfather was a preacher and as I look at the back of each of his neatly typed sermons I see that he didn't use typing paper. Why would you do that when the back of the power bill was blank? Each one of grandpa's sermons are like a glimpse of history. Want to know what the church insurance was in 1952, I'm sure I can find it.

Not only was paper treated with respect but heaven forbid if you though away a piece of foil or plastic sandwich bag. All you had to do was wash it and it would be ready
for tomorrows leftovers.

When I got married I was encouraged to carefully open each gift without ripping the paper then I went home and ironed each piece and every ribbon. I didn't have to buy wrapping paper for over a year.

No, we may think we recycle but we have along was to go. What have you recycled today?

Thursday, April 2, 2009

For the love of a Son in Law

It was the perfect picture of love. My mother was having trouble eating and my husband got down on one knee and lovingly fed her each bite. This isn't the first time he has done such a thing. There was the time I said I was bringing mom home and he thought I meant to live at our house, so he just started to get things ready , no questions asked. There was also the time that he carried mom, soiled pants and all out of my car.

Yes the list goes on but it wasn't until that moment when I saw my husband on his knees serving his mother in law did I find myself wondering....will my son in laws love my daughters enough to love me?