You think I should send out an email blast about my excitement - who would care?…. One of the large “morning shows” called me this morning to do a live show with them… ummm…I thought it was one of my kids’ friends, one of my nieces or nephews pulling a prank and thank the Almighty God in Heaven I didn’t say “Whatever!!” and hang up. Lawd knows my mouth gets me in trouble more than it should. I said (more cheery than I should have) “Good Morning, Hi!!”
At any rate, this woman from “THE SHOW” - she asked that I not mention which…. ??? …. well she wanted to know about Whit’s Quince since she saw me in Special Events Magazine. They’re doing a live segment but wanted to film an actual party going on this week end or next - and then move into the live segment and ask why, as parents, we’re crazy enough to spend time, money and energy into these lavish parties. DANG!! I don’t have one…. so they’re no longer interested in me. It doesn’t take much, does it? I guess, she’s moving on to the next Event and Wedding Planner on the list. UGH! I did tell her I would post the question on the Wedding Coordinator’s web site that I belong to. Their life is probably more exciting - they live all over the world in Italy, UK, Virgin Islands - never know.
In reality, it probably doesn’t matter, though… I was so nervous just talking to her - I’m not sure why…. I kept thinking … I won’t be able to speak on camera, I’ll make a fool out of myself, what will I wear, should I get my hair cut… I can’t Iris is in the Carribean! …..and ….many more things I probably shouldn’t mention here.
So much for my 20 minutes of fame. I’ll stick to the word of mouth recognition….

I’ve had lots of people call me looking for the picture of my reception facility. I thought I’d bump it up so you don’t have to spend a whole lot of time sifting through sensless chatter.

Because I get tired of hearing Tony say “when are you getting rid of that junk?” a gazillion times a year, I decided to rent a storage facility.
Mind you, it’s not junk. It’s stuff that I’ve gathered, over the many child rearing years, proving that my kids may want it for their kids. It’s stuff like old teddy bears. Whit’s dress up clothes. Baby dolls - mine included. About 1,000 match box cars. An old Chemistry set - how can I get rid of it since this spurred my son to be a Chemist?? Now that I have the sympathy of all mothers out there I have to ask…. why didn’t I think about building a storage facility instead of a reception hall?? Have you ever even been to one of those things? I never had to; at my last house I had a basement and attic where I sufficiently stored all things that were out of Tony’s sight. In a warehouse you don’t have those privileges! UGH.
Back to the storage… here is a large piece of land with rows of garages and garages. I’m sure not much spent on upkeep. Hand them a lease, say “buy a lock” and collect rent! How ingenious. I should have thought of that!
BTW…. before we drove off (after the second trip of two van fulls - you know, the kids stuff in the back and the party stuff in the front of the storage!) Tony looks at me and says “don’t come sneaking over here after a shopping spree with your sister from Target -either!” I gasped and said “I’m offended!” - in honesty… I never thought of it. Thanks for the heads up.