♥ PrettyBoy's And Girls Come Out To Play ♥

Really looking forward to my son's engagement party this Friday.  Out of all the PrettyGals below (and quite a few more not in pictures!) at last he's found Thee One.  He's always been a bit of a player outside his band's heartthrob drummer status, but I've fond memories of his Girls of Yore.....(and some not so fond!)  Now my baby's growing up!  Not in any hurry for grand-babies just yet, but I'll buy a ball of wool in just in case.....................

                                                              Stacey

                                        
                                                             Emma

                                                  Dionne

                                                    Nicola

                                                   Lichelle

                                    
                                          Carlene

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It's nice to know he's at last settling down.  I just hope at the ultimate alter he doesn't do a Ross from Friends and get his women mixed up! 

'Aw For Seany's Wedding (Part One)

In my absence from Blogger those long, trying months where, quite frankly, I feared widowhood upon me, there were happier, uplifting and gracious days through the darker ones, the best being the wedding of my stepson, Sean.

My hubby (The Cheaper Half) and I each have a child each from our first marriages, my daughter ,Kerri, of course, being the other.  The pair were used to each other at access weekends and holidays, ect.  Sean and Kerri became remarkable close, especially through their teenage years and shared cigarettes laughs, alcohol loyalty and discreet tattoos other interests. 

Over the years, life took them off to ventures and places new and Sean and his father lost touch once he moved from the area.  Kerri had also settled in London with a wonderful hubby and her dream job.  Years passed and on one of our phone calls, Kerri passed on the news that there was a relative of Sean's asking how we were all doing.  So cutting a long story short and some credit (for something good this time) to

Facepuke, we were all back in tough again.  And in remarkable co-incidence given the size of Britain, Sean had settled with his fiancee and kids just a mere 15 miles away from Kerri in Oxdford.


The step-sister and step brother with their respective partners met up a good few times and before long Seany's wedding came about and I have to thank Kerri and her hubby James for the travel and hosting arrangements. We probably couldn't have made the wedding without them.

 Circumstances went that we were unable to arrive in London until the night before the wedding, meaning The Cheaper Half and his first born were reuniting for the first of a very long time, at the church just prior to the service. The instant those arms went around each other brought tears to everyone's eyes....leaving the gals having to reapply the mascara before the bride's turn to do that came along.

What was more poignant than anything though was Seany telling his dad it was 13 years, 7 months, 2 weeks and 2 days since he last saw him. That was scary said out loud. In a fast-paced life time passes so quickly, you never seem to clock the years accurately.  All I know is despite the reason for not keeping in touch, the heart never lets go completely.  And now the future holds plans anew.

Interspersed in this post are some of the wedding pics most speaking for themselves (which may bugger up my grammer into weird sections) so please  click on the bigger pic. Outside of all the marital stuff, is a day to remember for so many reasons.  It is true what they say about absence and heart.

Love, Loss and Lullabies

It's been  a crazy sort of week.  The biggest and best news was hearing that my darling daughter Kerri, and her hubby, James, have been accepted by the council and social work to become adoptive parents.   Over the next five months they will be undergoing training and assessments and then it will be a matter of presenting a case to the courts and deciding on the child that will be so lucky to have them as parents.   I may be a grandmother again in time for Xmas!  I'm so proud of them both.  Some would give up the ghost after being unable to conceive as it can mentally and physically drain.




On a sadder note, my cat, Boaby, died.  Such a strange death as he literally just got fed, jumped upon the couch to go groom himself and a few minutes later fell on the floor dead.  I felt it for my hubby as I wasn't there and he tried to revive him by similar means as one would give a human.  After reporting the death with the vet, he said it could either have been a heart attack or aneurysm.   He was only nine and otherwise fit.  He now shares a grave space with the other two cats we've had over the years.  He wasn't an overly affectionate cat, more entertaining and the only one he ever trusted holding him was my son PeaPod.  I'll miss his following us about the garden and streets.  We clipped some fur from his tail and chest which my hubby is going to make into a fishing fly and calling it The Boaby Dazzler.  He won't be using it mind you, it'll be kept in the glass case beside his other creations to memorialise him.

And to finish off  this rather teary week,  PrettyBoy and his girlfriend got engaged - totally out of the blue!  Brought me back to my own engagement to his father.  We were in our flat watching The Proclaimers' first appearance on Top Of The Pops, when he piped up:

  'Wanna get married, hen...?'

No ring, bended knees or romantic gestures,  just the two of us in opposite chairs sitting  puggled after just putting our firstborns to bed after a hectic day.  I gave a little 'whatever' grunt in reply.  How's that for romance?  At least my son done it in fairly fitting style with ring and surroundings!

I'm leaving a video of a song I've enjoyed listening to over the years which, despite the lyrics, hold the bumpy ride of marriage wonderfully.



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McVicar

Prettyboy attended a recent wedding. His gorgeous girlfriend Stacey's brother was getting married. Apparently, the Vicar was a funny old guy. The bride was a little late and to fill the awkwardness he started to sing the notes from the Wedding March,  'Da-da-da-da'....(everyone stood up) which he then backed up with 'da-da-da-da-da-da-da' (notes 4-10)...from the Funeral March. Bridey turned up and during the course of the ceremony he kept pausing to feel the groom's head and going, 'he's okay, he's okay'. Later on Bridey nervously got the ring hand wrong, to which he remarked 'pillock' to her. Then he was first up to the bar after the 'I Do's'.  With these being just a few of his hilarious antics, I want to book him in now for my funeral. 

                              The Pretty One With The Even Prettier One
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The 20 Year Hitch!

Yes, today we've reached that milestone. Had to climb many hills and had so many spills that I dare not think about them all. I've been married for 20 years now. I just found out that your 20th Anniversary is your 'China' one - which is very apt given all the plates and cups I've threw at him over the years! Never had a direct hit. Not with one of them! Kept Polycell in business well, so I've at least managed something good.

So what are Trevor and I going to be doing about it today? Bog all. I need an emergency extraction at the dentist, (which my daughter'll go ballistic about when she finds out! She's an RDN or 'Matron' as her work colleagues named her) and he's got the cold again. So I suppose a little moan together before bedtime will be the best we can do.

Marriage is a unity with so many odds against you. No guarantee it's gonna last. I showed him on facebook recently how easy it was to divorce him! Well, he kept interrupting me to look for google tips on killing chocobo's or similar for a ruddy computer game! But I doubt we'll ever part now. Although we have very little in common (really we don't) he still makes me laugh. Virtually raised the boys himself when they were little as I was never out of hospitals. Honestly, as with today, I went to the dentist looking forward to having my feet up for a bit. Not in the least bit scared of needles. Had more pricks than Kerplunk me and it shows right over the gynaecological region. But he's the biggest prick I've ever had. And I wouldn't want it any other way. Hubby, I doubt if you'll be reading this but:

I BLOODY LOVE YOU, I DO!

And here we are on our wedding day. A simple do with family mostly, and that's my brother Rab with the fag in his gob! Never let it be said that I pick pictures with no class! Just look at how Trevor nervously fingers his tips. Yeah - you've done it now mate!
And us today where he's lost his hairline and I've lost my waistline! Well, all marriages are give and TAKE aren't they!!

N...n...n...n...n...nineteen..? Oh, s**t!

Today is our wedding anniversary. This morning I got up and having the house to myself (after school and college holidays) was fabulous. McScrooge was away fishing, too! Hurray! Yup, the kids got themselves off and McScrooge gets up ridiculously early anyhow and buggers off, so it felt more like my birthday - with bits of Xmas and Mother's day chucked in!

McScrooge should have been home for a bit dinner but I don't know where he's got to. Looks like the champagne (Asda'a fizzy wine) and the bubble bath (no comment) planned for the 30 minutes (far, far too long) that he gets home before the boys do will have to be postponed until our 20th. Phew.............!