Terry's 3M's

Guess I've been away from this machine for a while.

I guess that I should call my sister sometime today and offer her congratulations on her first week of married life. I was sort of right--but, mostly wrong. They didn't get married because of doctor's not giving them information, but, it was concerning their medical problems--the insurance companies will cover them better this way...and of course, taxes will be easier at the end of the year.

It was a simple and nicely done ceremony. It took place in an anteroom of a Mormon church. The prayers were nice and a little speech about love not being anything like the Hollywood movie version was quite well done.

The matron of honor's son was a tad disruptive (as if a 22 month old can be expected to behave!), but, the few other kids there (we left ours at home with A) were quite well behaved.

I'm sitting next to my mother in the second row right. I'm dying because my feet hurt so badly (my eee width foot incased in pumps that are far too narrow and unlike most people, my corns are on the BOTTOM of my feet--so walking in shoes hurts--period.)

In the row across from me is my brother and his wife. Since there was only a couple of days notice before the wedding (the original date for this wedding was May 1999), my sister-in-laws dress wasn't ready. The pieces of the dress she's making were cut out but not assembled yet. And they spent more time at the auto parts store than the couple had intended and didn't have enough time to go home and change. So she was wearing a tee shirt with white wolves on the front and navy shorts--with moccasins.

In the front row center are the bride (wearing a long sleeved dark green velvet dress--street length) and the groom in his suit. The suited best man is seated next to the groom and the matron of honor (wearing a red and black pantsuit) is next to the bride. To the right of the best man is the groom's autistic son, the son of the matron of honor and the groom's oldest son.

The m-o-h's son is picking on the autistic boy. He raises his fist, and the older boy puts his had down. Then the little boy tries to bite the ear of his seatmate. So my brother moved him to a seat in front of me and the startled child is surprised to find that he can't move because I have the back of his shirt in my hands. I let go when he says that he's going to go sit with his mother. Then there weren't any more problems with kids.

My other brother had gotten back with his ex-wife and kids. It was at the wedding that I learned that she had taken their daughter back to NY state for the summer. (We are originally from NY and most of the families are still back there.)

After I congratulated the couple, I commented to the bride that she should feel complimented. The only times that I have put myself through the torture of wearing pumps during the past 20 years has been for my sisters' weddings. The things I go through for my sisters!

My sister accused me of whining.

After the wedding, we went to Macayo's for dinner with the newlyweds, the matron of honor and her son and the bride's friends from California. Macayo's is a Mexican restaurant.

All through dinner, I kept trying to place a name to the face of the woman from California. I mean, I could remember things--like the time we went out to a Mexican restaurant in California together (that's when I saw chimichangas on a menu for the first time) and playing Trivia Pursuit with her. But, I couldn't remember her name! [I should say however that that happens to me a lot--I'll know a person from somewhere and can remember where--but, the name often eludes me--sometimes, it's a week later when I'll remember and say, "oh, yeah--that was Laurie (or Carmen, or whatever)]. Of course, it could be just because it has been 11 years since the last time I saw her and she wasn't married or a mother at the time.

We had a long dinner. I had chili rellenos for the first time in at least a dozen years. I had a virgin strawberry daquiri that was extraordinarily sour. Faye had a Naked Iquana (2 kinds of rum, sloe gin, and pineapple and orange juices)...whoa! Was that ever strong!!

Conversation over dinner included talking about kids, the accomodations at Treasure Island, how much the price of entertainment has gone up in this town, and reminisces.

We were pleasantly surprised to find that the out of town guests had paid the check!

Unfortunately, the bride's stomach problems prevented her from finishing her meal and made her extremely uncomfortable for the rest of the dinner. I will be happy when she finally gets well again!

It wasn't quite what my sister had in mind, but, it was nice...and we all hope that things get much better and that the reception that is planned for their first anniversary [and postponed honeymoon] go off without a hitch.

Boy, do I ever hope that the business takes off and we can afford a second... or maybe even a third computer!