Mother Of The Fried

We make quite a pair, my only daughter and me.

The poor thing moved back in with her old mom and dad at the end of July. She hadn’t lived with us—or in Kansas City—for six years. The day we drove over to Columbia, Missouri to haul her stuff home, her boyfriend Marc sneaked in a little aside, one of those asides a Mom remembers forever.

“I need a chance to talk to you,” he whispered to Doug and me while the girl was sticking a lamp in the truck. “I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

Doug didn’t waste many words. “She’s more than a hand, Marc. She’s a handful.”

Since then, Carrie’s gotten engaged, started a Master’s degree program, and begun teaching handicapped kids in a Kansas City, Missouri, inner city school. She’s exhausted and exhiliarated, over and over again, each day. A couple of her students are in wheelchairs, a couple more use walkers. Several have cerebral palsy and some wear diapers. Not all of them speak, but the classroom brims with the kind of communication a loving teacher encourages.

All I know is, if I were one of the seven little girls in my daughter’s class, I would be thrilled to spend my days with Miss Carrie.

Now, of course, on top of a move, an engagement, the pursuit of a Master’s degree, and a new career, she’s planning a wedding.

I think this is where I come in—kind of. It’s not easy being Mother of the Fried. Emotions and hormones run high and some days, hot—and that’s just me.

Yesterday was one of those days. But finally, after weeks of online research, a frenzy of phone calls, and visits to a dozen wedding and reception venues, we’re signing a contract today. Carrie and Marc are getting married on June 30, in the beautiful columned space called Kirk Hall in the downtown KC Public Library. The reception will be on the top floor of the 1906 building (originally the First National Bank, where my father worked until I was eight years old), where we’ll use a lovely room indoors and the entire rooftop as well.

If you’ve never planned a wedding, let me just say dates go fast. Sometimes, they’re yanked right out from under you before you can pull the cap off your pen to—as my father used to say—sign your life away.

But now that a place has been secured, I think we can relax, at least for the moment.

Then again, I’ve heard photographers book way ahead.

Posted by Katy on 10/06/06 at 05:51 AM

Fallible Comments...

I love your mind. :)

Have fun, MOF.
Posted by Jeanne Damoff on 10/06/06 at 07:49 AM
Jeanne--Man, it's tough when my first instinct is to say, "I love your body." Phooey. That's my second instinct, too..... :)

Hey, when is your little girl getting married?? I have lost track!
Posted by Katy on 10/06/06 at 08:31 AM
that sounds like the start of lovely wedding plans.

definitely invest in a good photographer.
Posted by Tess on 10/06/06 at 08:32 AM
Considering I just planned my entire wedding...feel free to ask for any resource links or whatnot. =)
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Posted by yjwoobkn on 12/05/08 at 01:38 PM
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
Posted by zopiclone on 12/07/08 at 02:31 PM
The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.
Posted by cathead on 12/07/08 at 05:35 PM
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Posted by investment on 12/07/08 at 09:15 PM
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.
Posted by amlodipine quickie prelubrication on 12/08/08 at 07:05 AM
I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
Posted by intrafield on 12/08/08 at 07:06 AM
If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play.
Posted by tatterdemalion on 12/08/08 at 07:06 AM
A physicist is an atom's way of knowing about atoms.
Posted by generic finasteride on 12/08/08 at 10:20 AM
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Posted by amlodipine on 12/08/08 at 01:26 PM
Our lives teach us who we are.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:46 PM
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM
I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone wants to get a hold of me, they just say 'Mitch,' and I say 'what?' and turn my head slightly.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:48 PM
It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:48 PM
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:49 PM
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Posted by bemock on 12/08/08 at 04:49 PM
We inhereit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted... Each of us contains within... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.
Posted by echo on 12/08/08 at 04:51 PM
With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
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Posted by ztwzpugt on 12/11/08 at 08:11 AM
Absolute faith corrupts as absolutely as absolute power.
Posted by kenalog on 12/13/08 at 03:16 AM
A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
Posted by incoercibility on 12/13/08 at 03:19 AM

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Personal blog of christian writer & fallible mom Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri Katy is represented by Greg Johnson at WordServe Literary Read more Katy at LateBoomer.net Follow Katy on Twitter Follow Katy on Facebook 123 Recent Posts Try Becoming Brenda Starr Off Beat Scattered That’s It So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What? The Spoon Sciatica Sweetheart A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices. As with everything in life, balance is key. Slow down, you move too fast… Yeah, I know. I have issues. Search Advanced Search Syndicate Login E me at katy @ ngenius.com	Mother Of The Fried We make quite a pair, my only daughter and me. The poor thing moved back in with her old mom and dad at the end of July. She hadn’t lived with us—or in Kansas City—for six years. The day we drove over to Columbia, Missouri to haul her stuff home, her boyfriend Marc sneaked in a little aside, one of those asides a Mom remembers forever. “I need a chance to talk to you,” he whispered to Doug and me while the girl was sticking a lamp in the truck. “I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Doug didn’t waste many words. “She’s more than a hand, Marc. She’s a handful.” Since then, Carrie’s gotten engaged, started a Master’s degree program, and begun teaching handicapped kids in a Kansas City, Missouri, inner city school. She’s exhausted and exhiliarated, over and over again, each day. A couple of her students are in wheelchairs, a couple more use walkers. Several have cerebral palsy and some wear diapers. Not all of them speak, but the classroom brims with the kind of communication a loving teacher encourages. All I know is, if I were one of the seven little girls in my daughter’s class, I would be thrilled to spend my days with Miss Carrie. Now, of course, on top of a move, an engagement, the pursuit of a Master’s degree, and a new career, she’s planning a wedding. I think this is where I come in—kind of. It’s not easy being Mother of the Fried. Emotions and hormones run high and some days, hot—and that’s just me. Yesterday was one of those days. But finally, after weeks of online research, a frenzy of phone calls, and visits to a dozen wedding and reception venues, we’re signing a contract today. Carrie and Marc are getting married on June 30, in the beautiful columned space called Kirk Hall in the downtown KC Public Library. The reception will be on the top floor of the 1906 building (originally the First National Bank, where my father worked until I was eight years old), where we’ll use a lovely room indoors and the entire rooftop as well. If you’ve never planned a wedding, let me just say dates go fast. Sometimes, they’re yanked right out from under you before you can pull the cap off your pen to—as my father used to say—sign your life away. But now that a place has been secured, I think we can relax, at least for the moment. Then again, I’ve heard photographers book way ahead. Posted by Katy on 10/06/06 at 05:51 AM Fallible Comments... I love your mind. :) Have fun, MOF. Posted by Jeanne Damoff on 10/06/06 at 07:49 AM Jeanne--Man, it's tough when my first instinct is to say, "I love your body." Phooey. That's my second instinct, too..... :) Hey, when is your little girl getting married?? I have lost track! Posted by Katy on 10/06/06 at 08:31 AM that sounds like the start of lovely wedding plans. definitely invest in a good photographer. Posted by Tess on 10/06/06 at 08:32 AM Considering I just planned my entire wedding...feel free to ask for any resource links or whatnot. =) Posted by Lynn on 10/07/06 at 03:15 PM eaxachna http://fvbhtart.com vdolvgvd gtgslaap Posted by yjwoobkn on 12/05/08 at 01:38 PM Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience. Posted by zopiclone on 12/07/08 at 02:31 PM The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is. Posted by cathead on 12/07/08 at 05:35 PM It is impossible to walk rapidly and be unhappy. Posted by investment on 12/07/08 at 09:15 PM No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded. Posted by amlodipine quickie prelubrication on 12/08/08 at 07:05 AM I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. Posted by intrafield on 12/08/08 at 07:06 AM If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play. Posted by tatterdemalion on 12/08/08 at 07:06 AM A physicist is an atom's way of knowing about atoms. Posted by generic finasteride on 12/08/08 at 10:20 AM Art is either plagiarism or revolution. Posted by amlodipine on 12/08/08 at 01:26 PM Our lives teach us who we are. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:46 PM Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM Reality is nothing but a collective hunch. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone wants to get a hold of me, they just say 'Mitch,' and I say 'what?' and turn my head slightly. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:47 PM Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:48 PM It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:48 PM Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 04:49 PM One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. Posted by bemock on 12/08/08 at 04:49 PM We inhereit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted... Each of us contains within... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. Posted by echo on 12/08/08 at 04:51 PM With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. 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Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri