Sunday, January 9, 2022

MOTB or MOB or just plain Mooree

 Hey team,

Hi I’m back….it’s only been a couple of years since my last post.  Blame the pandemic.  Was so busy evading viruses, I forgot to write.

Just checked and decided I might tryyyy and use this site to keep in touch over the next few weeks (7-8) while away in Queenstown, then Auckland, back to Christchurch early March.  I know, wild eh.  

Firstly, MOTB!! Insane. You’ll all know that acronym! I prefer MOB Mother of Bride. Seems more succinct.  This day has been so far off and now it is here.  Not even a pandemic could stop the momentum of it. 

I’m like a good Girl Scout, prepared.  Emotionally and physically.  I have the speech written, 3.34 minutes long, the sensible shoes ready to co-march our eldest daughter down the aisle of no return (Lol) and the dress picked out over six months ago.  A little bit of last minute fad fasting and footwork will ensure I still can squeeze into it.  My hair style is at peak length; enough to style with ease as opposed to the buzz cut of a freshly shorn sheep and I’m leaving my face to a professional to sort out on the day.  

That’s about it really.  Due to my incredible child raising skills and her higher school education, I have found myself  redundant and jobless in the event coordination arena.  I have received my ‘run sheet’ via email, so will know exactly (to the minute) what is happening and when I should be there.  Can’t wait.  It will be the greatest party we’ve had to date!

A new iPad Pro 11 inch with matching keyboard has reignited my typing fingers. I couldn’t/wouldn’t part with the extra $$$ for the 12.5inch.  Am going with portability and am pretty happy thus far with the lack of inches. (She never uttered).

Let me know if these mad utterings reach you..