My husband mooned my mother on our wedding day.
Did I hook you?
It's the truth! I wouldn't lie to you.
Actually, he mooned us all...it just sounds better when you single out my mom.
Don't worry, it wasn't actually during the ceremony.
It was a very small wedding. Our reception was in the rec room at our apartment complex.
My mom made my dress. See?
It was about lunch time (wedding at 7), we were setting up for the reception. Both our moms were there, and our sisters. We were having a good time.
I was playing with the video camera we had rented for the weekend.
Soon-to-be hubs was setting up the stereo.
His sister (God, I love her!) saw I had the camera pointed in his direction, so she said, "Quit filming his butt!"
(we got together because of his rear, but that's another story)
You don't know my husband, obviously.
But that's just the sort of comment he can't leave alone.
He dropped his drawers and gave us all a proud fanny wiggle.
AND I got it all on film.
We laughed and laughed and laughed.
ESPECIALLY my mom. (Oh, I miss her!)
HIS mom was mortified. (I miss her too)
That was seventeen years ago TODAY.
I don't know where the time went.
One day I'm a young whipper snapper, next day I'm pushing middle age with a houseful of offspring & attitude.
Soooo, I guess my point is that time is going to pass no matter what.
Don't put off your dreams thinking you have plenty of time.
You do, but not an infinite amount.
Do something every day that makes you happy.
Keep writing. One sentence at a time. Maybe you'll get published. Maybe not.
Maybe your children will find your writings after your gone and it will bring you back to them, just a little. Which is kinda better than publishing, isn't it?
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!!!
EXERCISE: March of Dimes Walk on Sunday--week's worth of exercise in one day. Not ideal, but it works.
WATER: 5 glasses
BOOK: 39,250 words.