Funny Gonzo

funny momments in life

Okay, I was brushing out my curly hair to straighten it and getting on Yahoo to check my email when a funny little thing happened:

Dress

Still needs to be altered...WAY to big in the bust and WAY too long...that's what I get for getting a "custom-made" dress off the internet LOL

Poem for the Mother of the Bride

Momma's Little Girl
by Mery McNett

I'll always be Momma's little girl,
no mater how old I get.
I was always your little pearl,
always your little pet.

I'll always remember that Christmas when I was three,
when you played Mickey Mouse with me
right there in front of the tree.
We were in my Popples tent, remember that?
And when I said "shut" up it was something to jest at.

When I was sick you were always there
to take care of your little Mer-Bear.

Christmases and Birthdays have always been the best!
And because I have a mom like you,
I know that I am truly blessed.

You made sure we got what we wanted,
no mater how crazy it might be.
Remember that Christmas
when I wanted a Doc Brown wig under the tree?

I remember that when I forgot my Little Lamb,
you never ceased to knock down every door to find it,
like my mommy of a battering ram.

I was a child with a wild imagination
and you encouraged it without hesitation.

I'll always love you with all my heart,
I always have,
right from the start.

A poem for the Father of the Bride

My Daddy-MON
by Mery McNett

When I was a little girl,
a ponytail with a little bit of curl,
you told me that I was filled with sugar and spice,
mixed in with just a dash of nice.

On my birthday when I turned three,
I proudly declared "He Daddy man!";
calling you "Uncle Bob" was just plain crazy.

Even though that was terribly cute
what I said next made me laugh 'till I let out a lil' toot.
You weren't "Uncle Bob", and "Daddyman" was a good ploy,
but I thought that the name you wanted most was the lovely "Fat Boy".


At bedtime a stage was lit, the curtains pulled,
and "The Show of the Bear" was performed
a memory that I keep lovingly capsuled.
And let's not forget good ol' Mr. Poopy-Putt-Putt,
whose antics were like a routine of Lou Costello and Bud Abbott.
And the stories of when you were a little boy always had me in stitches,
especially when you sat outside eating fig-newtons,
listening to your friend get kicked his britches.

Remember the first time we saw a cartoon fart?
It was Ren in a bathtub.
That memory is locked deep in my heart.

As I got older, my hormones made me scream, cry and yell,
and my young life's decisions were not made very well.
I have had a hard time becoming an adult,
and since I inherited my anxiety from you,
Its all your fault!

I'm really just kidding! I know I was a stoopid kid,
But being there for me when I need you
was something you always did.

Now I'm  an adult, but not yet really rightfully considered one,
but no matter how old I get and where I go,
you will always be my "Daddy-MON".............................

.............NO FAT BOY!