My mother is going to have surgery again.. Although she has been in unimaginable pain; you would never really know it.She never complains. Never, even when the pain is so bad she can hardly catch her breath. She cracks jokes . Keeps us smiling. She is the smallest one in my entire family. Yet, so very strong. She worries more about her three children's ( all grown) happiness, more than her own. I guess that is a mother's love. Sometimes we take that for granted. We are so blessed to have her in our lives. I'm blogging at six a.m. ( I DON"T DO MORNINGS) because I'm worried,not her. Last night she wanted to talk about her upcoming birthday plans...not surgery. She constantly amazes me. I remember when I was a girl thinking she was put on this earth to make my life a living hell. I'm glad to have come full circle. When I really grow up, I hope that I will be just a fraction of the woman she is.

The Wedding is over! Bride and Groom... Happy as hell. Me..Nutty as a fruitcake. I mean it this time; no more weddings. I will help out in any way possible,.but no more bridesmaid dresses for me. I want to be the one that keeps a watchful eye over the napkins, spoons, candles...whatever. Another thing that made me say okay I have seen it all. How do you bum rush a wedding? People you don't know just chillin' at your table. greeting you like family, eating and drinking more than the invited guest. Why nobody knew half of the people doing the electric slide? Security!.... I've decided that I need just a few things to get married now..(1) love, (2) Rock,(3) Judge(4) A white dress.. Of course!

Okay so the previous blog did post. I feel dumb. Just so you know my computer was tripping and I don't feel like correcting all the mistakes. Enough said. Now about this wedding...I have been paired with a pimp wanna be. Not even a new and improved millenium pimp. I have the pimp wanna be from the 70's. He actually says ( Foxy, Jim, Skin and a few other phrases I remember hearing in the movie Willie Dynamite).. This brother is stuck in a time warp and why was I chosen to walk with him? Because I'm short. Correction because he is short. So once again, I get shafted. I have to learn how to walk in heels. Coverage of children being abducted is worrying me. There is just enough sickness in this world to make me think if I had children I would be a paranoid , crazy, deraaaanged mother when it came to my child. Yet, today there was an hour long program letting parents know what needs to be done to protect their children. Question: Why do you need to be told that a 3 year old needs constant supervision? Wiz moment....Don't nobody bring me no bad news... Gotta go..relearning the funky chicken so I can dance with Willie.....