I just finished watching 2012. Hmmm. I believe the end is near. I believe that God exists and that HE has a plan. I've been listening to Harold Camping (Family Radio) and he has a whole book about it. Read about it hear: http://www.familyradio.com/graphical/literature/waat/waat_temp.html
You will want to read this...

27 Dresses

I just finished watching the movie "27 DRESSES" - my daughter has been urging me to watch this movie for many months now. I thought she wanted me to watch this because she did a photo shoot of herself called "Always the Bridesmaid..." or something to that nature. She was in several weddings, and I guess it "hit" her when her wedding was less than what she expected. Her excited interest in this movie (as far as I've been thinking) has been mostly centered around the bar scene where the two main characters sing an Elton John Song "Bennie and the Jets" - I've seen several shots of this scene and I could relate to her liking of this scene - since she grew up in the 80's and E.John was a known musical entity in our house as she grew up. But I really didn't recognize the "urgency" that she wanted me to see this movie. So I watched it. Hmmm.

My daughter painted her kitchen the exact same color as the main (girl) character's apartment. Okay - I've been "inspired" to do things in my life by things I've seen, admired, envied, loved, experienced, etc. So I realized this thing and continued to watch. Yes, she (my daughter) was in several weddings before she was married.

My daughter is a photographer - and I can see where the movie inspired her photographic gifts. I am happy that movies and life and everything in this world can inspire her, and her artistic abilities. I love her with all my heart and I wish nothing but the best for her abilities and life and talent.

BUT:
This movie put the clincher on my own life and my regrets/sorrows/realities.

First, I want to say that I am so happy that my daughter met the person she is married to because HE is the person who I prayed for - all throughout her life - while I was pregnant with her and who I prayed for throughout her life. I was fortunate to tell him this - I told him one night while she was working and he was over our house, - "if you are the person who marries my daughter, I want you to know that I've been praying for you all of your life." God bless him - he said, "Thank you."

When I was pregnant with her - in those days we weren't able to find out the sex of our child before they were born - I prayed that God would have a person He chose to be the mate of my child - and that they would find each other.

ANY - WAY -
27 dresses - I can see where this would have a happy, interesting effect on my daughter - just the story and the thoughts behind this story....

But- in a different sense:
I was never in a wedding. None of my friends asked me to be in their weddings - and the one that I was asked to be in, I turned down for personal reasons.

I ran away and got married when I was 18. There was no one in my wedding except the Justice of the Peace and his wife, my husband and me. In Charleston, SC, in 1971. One year after I graduated from HS. No wedding. No friends. No parents. Just him and me. And the JOP and his wife. In a foreign city/state.

Never in a wedding. Never had a wedding.

And my only daughter's wedding - a ramshackle of an event - she was 6 months pregnant. My husband was fit to be tied - we got to the church - I was taking care of my 2 year old grandson - her first child - my baby (whom I loved with all my heart) - he was a handful - and I stayed with him - to keep him quiet - and stayed in the back of the church - and I missed the only wedding that was related to ME personally. And I missed it.

27 dresses - the only "related event" to this is that my mom was born in 1927

and, ya know, it all doesn't matter to anyone. "It's all good" - and that was something in the movie too, although I can't remember the scene. And it is a plaque that I bought my daughter -
"IT'S ALL GOOD" - and no matter how much you cry over an incident that happens in your life, it doesn't matter and the only thing that matters is the good in it.

xoxo
M.

Suziblu - Lovin' it.

Here is the last of my entries to my online art class - Petite Dolls w/suziblu. I loved this class - it brought back all my inspiration - if only for a few weeks. I loved it...

is like it never was

babies
oh-wow - babies. Arent they the greatest? My first baby was my niece Jocelyn. Oh My God...what a perfect baby to love - she was my brother's ( my hero's) first born and oh, what a beloved creature she was to me...I felt like she was mine.... she WAS mine! Oh, yeah and my brother's and my sister-in-law created her, but she was MINE! - i was my brother's sister - my brother's "girl" - it was the blood line - me - my big brother - his 1st born. no one else mattered - I love my SIL, but my brother's baby was part of me. My little sister - my first-born blood relative after the rest....I totally was in love with her. But then there was the envy. She was his "girl" - oh Diane was his wife and lover and friend and confidant now, - but Jocie was apart from that - his girl - his spawn - his "person" who was like me but different - but "related" in the same sense as "ONE".

My dad never experienced this... he left

AFTER SUZI BLU