How Can It Be?

I feel like I am twenty five inside so the fact that I have a daughter getting married is disconcerting for such a young person like myself to fathom.  How can it be that I am that old?  Upon further examination in the mirror I discovered that I am a wee bit wrinkly and my hair is indeed greyish in parts and I can no longer rock those jeans.  Okay, the fact that I said rock those jeans betrays the fact that I am indeed approaching those middle aged years.  Since when did I become the grown up who pays for things? 

I am thankful for my friend whose daughter is getting married the week before Erica and for Joel's (that is Erica's hubby to be) Mom because after chatting with them both I discovered there were alot of things that needed to be added to the "to do list" that I was totally oblivious to.  I was calm on the outside but inside I was screaming with fright.  I know it is Erica & Joel's wedding and they make all the decisions but she has recruited me to work alongside her.    I figured because the wedding was 10 months away that I had tons of time to figure things out.  That is not the case ....... you have to book stuff EARLY!

What do you mean you have to rent linens, plates, stemware (I had to look up what stemware was because I had no idea what that word meant, is it some new fangled name for silverware?? I discovered it means glasses, Ian said it is not just glasses but it is glasses with stems)?  What do you mean I have to wear a fancy dress?  A fancy dress means heels and I hate heels!    So much to learn as we enter this new world of wedding planning.   I think I am going to have fun though.  I am so glad Erica is so chill about things so she can calm me down when I am freaking out.

Tomorrow I am spending the day with the men in my life.  I made my son take a day off work so we could go back to school shopping.  Ian has decided to join us.  I am a little skeptical that me and the boys are on the same page for our day "to the city" for shopping.  I have a plan and they better not grumble and deter me from my goal of getting Mark clothed for the Fall.   I shall report on said shopping trip ......... 

Procrastination Is My Middle Name!

Well, It has been over 2 years since I last blogged.  Many blog posts have gone through my head.   They were good posts I tell you, but you will never know what you missed because well I have forgotten them because remember I am forty something.   Unfortunately,  I am the "Queen of Procrastination".   I think my best work happens when I procrastinate though.  But when I procrastinate I am also a bear to live with, all grumpy like and irritable.   I maybe almost forgot I had a blog.  That happens when you are forty something, you have to write things on lists so you don't forget to do them.  Then I remembered about my blog cause I was reading someones very eloquent  blog and felt immediately distressed that I may have to soon rename my blog The Diary Of A Fifty Something so maybe I should write more posts while I am still in my forties.  I am a wee put out that none of my 8 followers have inquired about my well being.  Oh right, half of them live in my house. 

Lots and lots has happened in the last 2 years - both Ian and I lost our Dad's to ALS, my Mom's husband Hank passed away this year leaving my Mom really sad & lonely as she tries to adjust to a new life without him.  My daughter Erica got engaged to her sweetheart Joel and she is getting married May 24, 2014, my son Mark got taller than me and lost his frontal lobe somehow (if you see it let me know, he needs it back) and I am afraid he may starve to death or die of scurvy if I am not around to feed him.  My hair is almost completely grey because teaching Mark to drive has been just that stressful (okay I'm slightly exaggerating on the grey hair but lets just say that I yell things at him, he gets annoyed at me, I yell louder).  Ian sometimes says in his very rude all knowing voice "You know dear, Mark is the male version of you....."  I can't deny this fact because so many times the thought has gone through my head, so that is what I would have been like if I was a boy! 

I am still a Children & Family Pastor at the Owen Sound Alliance Church.  I have been there 7 years this month!   Wow.

Erica and Mark no longer have the time to holiday with us so we have been going away by ourselves this year and getting a taste of what that empty nest might look like. Erica and Mark are both Lifeguards & Swim Instructors at our local YMCA this summer.  I'm happy they could save my life should I get a cramp while swimming.

I should blog about these life transitions so others (my 8 followers) can learn from my wisdom.  I should blog about our travels cause Ian always generates good stories when we travel.   I should muse about spirituality and politics and relationships and talk about the hard questions of life, the painful things.  I should blog about my new hobbies, I want to learn to quilt and can pickles. 

Oh I better go..... need to be seeing who got voted out of the Big Brother house.  Now don't be hating on me because I watch that stupid show.  They really need better summer TV programming for those times when you just want to veg (which is often for this forty something).  I know, I know ...... I know exactly what you are all thinking and I am going to choose to ignore all your silent voices.