The Dress

As you all know my niece is getting married in what is now just a couple of months. She will be a May Bride. I had the honor of going with her and my sister two weeks ago to do a fitting for her gown.
I browsed the store for a few minutes, looking at all the beautiful gowns, it made me remember mine and Seniors special day, and how I wished to pick one of these new creations out and do it all over again...then I looked at the price tag! 

While my niece was getting in to every thing, and after my day dreams of another wedding ended.  I sat out in the bridal shop and watched other happy "bride to bes" pick and choose among the racks of dresses. I remember when I was looking for my dress, that this was the most exciting thing about getting married...it was like playing "dress up" .

As I am a major people watcher I found entertainment in one girl who was a size 18 thinking she could get in to a size 10.
The poor sales girl could not tell her which gown to choose, only offer suggestions for other more better fitting ones. Every time the future bride tried on a tight fitting dress, you could see the sales girl hold her breath and hope the seams did not rip out. She asked for help in zipping up the back, but the zipper would only go so far of course.
Finally it was when the brides mother spoke up and stopped the insanity. Her daughter told her they could be altered..but the mother shot back with : "Yes, but even alterations have their limits..." 

By that time,  I got the cue from my  sister that my niece was ready:

She looked gorgeous ! Funny how a dress can transform a person.
The seamstress spent close to an hour pinning here and there,  and having my niece turn around over and over. She felt like a fairy princess, and honestly looked like one as well.
Finally we were finished, and upon our exit I saw that one particular "Bride to Be" was still at it with dresses.. *Sigh* That poor sales girl was definantly earning her comission.

-JUGM

Oh Boy..

My right arm has been in pain since before Christmas. It started with the day my brother and all of us went out to the gun range, the one where the kids got to shoot. I remember shooting our Mosin, and the next day OWIE!  and its only gotten worse. From my elbow down, I feel intense sharp shooting pain. When I try to grab something, or open something up, the same sharp pain. Other times its a sharp consistant ache. Finally I am going to the doctor tomorrow morning. I don't think anything is fractured, but I wonder about a pinched nerve.

To make matters worse, I have to shop for a dress. I own zero. The only thing I hate worse then dress shopping would be swim suit shopping.  My wardrobe consists of shorts, yoga pants, and T-Shirts. Why do I need to shop? Because Senior is being inducted Friday night in to the National Business Honor Society at his College. I am so proud of him and all his hard work. So I have to wash up, and get all "Beutimus" for the occassion.
We took him suit shopping, which was a real adventure. And one that entailed ND making a loud "toot" in the store for all to hear...lol. 

My brother and the Raleigh party girl, are on a whirl wind cruise of the Virgin Islands. He use to own a sail boat and rented one for the week. I know...We all thought he wanted to break it off, well he is trying but his little head thinks louder then the big one..understand? Plus she has big boobs. Apparently being well endowed upstairs is more important then the fact she is looking for a meal ticket.
 To top it all off..he bleached his hair!  Our hair is dark brown/auburn  now he looks like a cantaloupe. NW called Him "Spongebob Uncle Pants" lmao.
Senior said he looks like "Bart Simpson"  It is really a bad bleach job..ick.

Okay folks, the world is full of all kinds of news, so much that there is too much to blog about. So I am off here, with my ailing arm to go out on my venture to find a dress, perhaps new dress shoes as well. The last pair I bought was in 1990 something.. 

-Yours Truly,
JUGM