Here Comes the Bride..uh..Mother of the Groom!

They say the wedding day is all about the bride and this certainly is true especially
when I am the bride.  (Don’t even ask).  Good fortune is having people around who love
you no matter what and the no matter what can be the MOG (Mother of the Groom)
who was her own shining star in The Wedding of the Year.  It was a good thing that William and Kate got their tawdry little affair over in April to clear the decks for The Wedding.  Well I should correct any misunderstanding here – I loved the Royal Wedding and as some of you may recall my sister who lived in the same apartment building as I showed up on my doorstep at 5:30 in the morning, in her pajamas with sleep tousled hair and a homemade at-the-last -moment Fascinator.  It was fascinating and almost as much fun as being there!  And dear William and Kate, who I encourage to call me Mummy, are a delight.  So without putting down their attempts at putting on the dog as it were I shall just bask in the glory of my moment. Uh I mean the bride’s moment.  It’s a darn good thing my daughter-in-law has a terrific sense of humor – actually both DILs do which is probably why we get along so well and they have a high tolerance level for moi.

So having promised pics many moons ago and just having received them a few days ago I
thought I better get posting as some of you, my blogging friends, have a very long memory.

The Groom and Mommy I raised this child just for this moment!

 

Not all my exes live in Texas..Son's Dad

 

light hearted and fun lotsa laughs

 

Two Brothers My Sons

 

The Groom, The Radiant Bride and her Father

 

 

 

The Royal Wedding and Me

The Royal Wedding And Me

I just got a mini lesson on royal etiquette so I can be prepared for my attendance at the wedding of my old friends Will and Kate.  Actually they are too young but I always considered his dad as an old friend.  Okay not really. Truthfully as a very young child when I first heard there was a prince in England about my age I was convinced that someday I would be his princess.  I think I was five.  What did I know?

The mini lesson was on the evening news and aside from which piece of cutlery to use when and how, or curtsy the most important instructions were: don’t speak unless spoken to and don’t touch. Oh and don’t chew gum.  

It seems Kate’s mom came under criticism when she was spotted chewing gum at William’s graduation.  And First Lady Michelle Obama came under severe criticism when she met the Queen and in a friendly gesture put her arm around the Monarch’s shoulder.

Strange to say my invitation has not arrived which may mean that for some reason I was left off the list.  It might be just as well as I am not sure I could abandon my gum chewing shoulder hugging ways!

Oh yes…I never did find my prince..just the odd court jester or two!

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