My last several posts have been about Damien and his 50 shades of criminal minds, but I have decided to take a short reprieve from that topic. Mainly because thinking about it scares the bejeebers out of me. And also, because I recently received something in the mail that scared not only the bejeebers but the oh no holy way out of me!
I am a 43 year old single woman. Going all of the way back to the late 80s, I cannot even remember how many weddings I've taken part in. Let alone attended. I know it started out with my bff and her wedding. Of course, with it being the late 80s I got to wear a dusty rose dress. It really wasn't that bad. lol The wedding turned out to be a fairy tale adventure. It was an outdoor wedding and it had been raining all day. Suddenly just as we were about to walk down the aisle the sun came out from behind the clouds and it was just gorgeous. You need to realize that at this wedding I was still an idealistic 20 year old and my bff had promised to throw the bouquet to me. (As in, whoever catches the bouquet gets married next.) The bouquet is headed straight for me and some prepubescent tween jumps up and catches it. I refrained from knocking her down.
The next wedding I participated in allowed me to once again wear dusty rose and some twice divorced twit caught the bouquet. Although, I did wind up dating the groomsman I was paired with for several months. Obviously, that didn't last. The last update I received was that he had divorced his third wife, had a drinking problem, and was living in a trailer in his mother's back yard. (I did not say that with glee in my voice!)
Thankful for several years, probably about a decade, after those I was only invited to attend weddings as a guest. No more dusty rose for me! I also managed to never catch a bouquet.
Then I made it to my 30s and started teaching a college age Sunday School class of all girls. It wasn't all girls on purpose, there just weren't any college age guys coming to Sunday School. I really liked these girls and bonded with most of them. Of course, then they started getting married. I received several wedding invitations and two or three requests to serve at their weddings. Being asked to serve at a wedding is actually an honor. You may not be close enough to the bride to be in the bridal party, but they still want you to have a role in their big day. I know that is the intent, but serving at a wedding blows great big baby chunks! Especially, if you are stuck serving cake! (Now if any of you reading this had me serve cake at your wedding don't feel bad. I would do it all over again, but if I ever get married I am hiring people to serve the food at my reception!) The first one of these weddings I lost the bouquet to another tween, the next time I lost it to a thrice divorced woman dating her soon to be fourth husband. So, I am standing in a group of women at the third wedding, the bride looks at me over her shoulder, throws the bouquet straight at me, a tween jumps up, a divorcee jumps sideways, I push the divorcee to the side, and jump above the tween. Victory is mine! I finally caught a bouquet!!! (Not that I was the next person married, but still! I deserved to take some darn flowers home by this point.)
Throughout the rest of my 30s and now my early 40s I have been invited to attend several weddings of younger co-workers. I attend. I will NEVER serve anything, let alone cake, at a wedding. And I will not even get in the group that gathers to catch the bouquet. Honestly, I'm old enough and have been to enough that weddings have lost their magical appeal. Would I still like to have my own? Yes. Will I still attend those of people I care about? Of course. But you better have some good food and drinks available at the reception :)
You are probably wondering how something could have scared the bejeebers and the oh no Holy way out of me, and what that was to do with weddings. Well, I am getting there! Having taught school for 14 years I have had many, many students. I started out teaching high school so most of those students have married. I started teaching 5th grade a long time ago and many of my early years 5th graders are already married. But I received a wedding invitation in the mail a while back for one of my 5th graders that I taught just last year. (Well, it seems like just last year!) But he is about to graduate from college and is getting married. And he sent me a wedding invitation! OMG! I am happy for him and his bride to be, but really?! I watched my friends marry, I watched my Sunday School students marry, I watched my high school students marry, and now I am watching my 5th graders get married.
Most of the time, I am resigned to happily or at least contentedly being single. But every now and then something comes up that makes singledom blow great big baby chunks!
I am planning on attending the wedding. He was one of my favorite students of all time! But if anyone has a suggestion for a date for me, please let me know :)
I am a 43 year old single woman. Going all of the way back to the late 80s, I cannot even remember how many weddings I've taken part in. Let alone attended. I know it started out with my bff and her wedding. Of course, with it being the late 80s I got to wear a dusty rose dress. It really wasn't that bad. lol The wedding turned out to be a fairy tale adventure. It was an outdoor wedding and it had been raining all day. Suddenly just as we were about to walk down the aisle the sun came out from behind the clouds and it was just gorgeous. You need to realize that at this wedding I was still an idealistic 20 year old and my bff had promised to throw the bouquet to me. (As in, whoever catches the bouquet gets married next.) The bouquet is headed straight for me and some prepubescent tween jumps up and catches it. I refrained from knocking her down.
The next wedding I participated in allowed me to once again wear dusty rose and some twice divorced twit caught the bouquet. Although, I did wind up dating the groomsman I was paired with for several months. Obviously, that didn't last. The last update I received was that he had divorced his third wife, had a drinking problem, and was living in a trailer in his mother's back yard. (I did not say that with glee in my voice!)
Thankful for several years, probably about a decade, after those I was only invited to attend weddings as a guest. No more dusty rose for me! I also managed to never catch a bouquet.
Then I made it to my 30s and started teaching a college age Sunday School class of all girls. It wasn't all girls on purpose, there just weren't any college age guys coming to Sunday School. I really liked these girls and bonded with most of them. Of course, then they started getting married. I received several wedding invitations and two or three requests to serve at their weddings. Being asked to serve at a wedding is actually an honor. You may not be close enough to the bride to be in the bridal party, but they still want you to have a role in their big day. I know that is the intent, but serving at a wedding blows great big baby chunks! Especially, if you are stuck serving cake! (Now if any of you reading this had me serve cake at your wedding don't feel bad. I would do it all over again, but if I ever get married I am hiring people to serve the food at my reception!) The first one of these weddings I lost the bouquet to another tween, the next time I lost it to a thrice divorced woman dating her soon to be fourth husband. So, I am standing in a group of women at the third wedding, the bride looks at me over her shoulder, throws the bouquet straight at me, a tween jumps up, a divorcee jumps sideways, I push the divorcee to the side, and jump above the tween. Victory is mine! I finally caught a bouquet!!! (Not that I was the next person married, but still! I deserved to take some darn flowers home by this point.)
Throughout the rest of my 30s and now my early 40s I have been invited to attend several weddings of younger co-workers. I attend. I will NEVER serve anything, let alone cake, at a wedding. And I will not even get in the group that gathers to catch the bouquet. Honestly, I'm old enough and have been to enough that weddings have lost their magical appeal. Would I still like to have my own? Yes. Will I still attend those of people I care about? Of course. But you better have some good food and drinks available at the reception :)
You are probably wondering how something could have scared the bejeebers and the oh no Holy way out of me, and what that was to do with weddings. Well, I am getting there! Having taught school for 14 years I have had many, many students. I started out teaching high school so most of those students have married. I started teaching 5th grade a long time ago and many of my early years 5th graders are already married. But I received a wedding invitation in the mail a while back for one of my 5th graders that I taught just last year. (Well, it seems like just last year!) But he is about to graduate from college and is getting married. And he sent me a wedding invitation! OMG! I am happy for him and his bride to be, but really?! I watched my friends marry, I watched my Sunday School students marry, I watched my high school students marry, and now I am watching my 5th graders get married.
Most of the time, I am resigned to happily or at least contentedly being single. But every now and then something comes up that makes singledom blow great big baby chunks!
I am planning on attending the wedding. He was one of my favorite students of all time! But if anyone has a suggestion for a date for me, please let me know :)
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