The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

The Good:

My only son Clayton proposed to his girlfriend Erika last week and she said yes! They are planning an August wedding. This is my first time being on this side of the aisle, so I need some input on just what is expected of the mother of the groom. I'm beginning to understand that there's more to my duties than just showing up and looking fabulous...

We filled the hot tub back up! Just in time for a light snowfall this weekend. My favorite kind of snow--looks beautiful coming down and doesn't stay around long. Ahh, the bliss of sitting chin deep in 102 degree water, looking up at a clear sky full of stars. Love it!

I've found out that our local university offers several exercise and dance classes for $2 each! The one I'm most interested in is belly dancing. Now all I have to do is work my courage up to actually go to a class. You should have seen the lovely woman I met in the lingerie dept of Walmart who told me about these classes. She was 70 if she was a day and was looking for pretty bras to wear while dancing. She even showed me some moves right there in the store! All I could do was smile and say "you go, girl!". I wish I was that uninhibited.

The Bad:

I've been having trouble posting lately, because I've felt so uninteresting and boring. I've started reading lots of other blogs and those women are such better writers than I am. Guess I've gotten a little intimidated.

We own a small home-based business that is dependent on the auto industry. The economy is starting to affect our income in a negative way and that's scary. Both of us are a little long in the tooth to be looking for new jobs.

The Ugly:

In the South, the word ugly has an additional meaning. If you are grumpy or cranky or just having a bad attitude in general, you might be accused of "being ugly". My mother used to accuse me of this a lot. I used the term on my kids and they would tell me they weren't ugly. I had to assure them that while they didn't look ugly, they certainly were acting ugly. Apparently, I haven't outgrown my tendency to be ugly. Example below:

To borrow from The Original Queen Bee, I did not laugh hysterically when I heard my ex-son-in-law (aka Dimwit) couldn't attend his recent wedding reception because he had the runs! Nor did I find it immensely amusing that his new wife had to attend said reception not wearing her wedding dress and all alone in a new city where she knows no one. I also did not lie to my granddaughter when she asked why I was laughing so hard. I would never do things like this. They are beneath me. (yeah, right--I'm laughing now)