Who? Who? You are wondering. Good headline eh?

First the backstory. On Sunday my late brother Stephen's beautiful wife remarried.

His 11 year old daughter was a flower girl and his two boys ages 11 and 10 walked their mom down the aisle and gave her away.

Waiting at the altar was her lovely new husband. His 16 year old daughter and his 14 year old son from a previous marriage were also in the ceremony.

Suffice to say it was a bittersweet day for my family.

Tears of sadness flowed as freely as the notes from the saxophone playing in church, as we watched his family move on without him.

Tears of joy flowed too, for this wonderful new opportunity and for this blended family that found each other to move forward with.

The party was classy and full of love and my sister-in-law and her new hubby left for a two-day mini honeymoon in NYC.

I volunteered to sleep over and handle things on day two.

The kids live in my old house. My brother had bought it from my mom.

It's decorated different but its the same house.

I took the kids out to dinner, struggled through homework and finally needed to lay down.

It didn't matter where, but the kids wanted me to sleep in my sister-in-law's room.

I cannot tell you how it felt laying there. It had been years.

It was my parents room at one time and visions of my late father laying on the bed watching football came rushing back. Gone.

Then I imagined my brother lying where he used to in this very same room. Gone.

Now his kids jump in bed with me and want  to talk about their dad because I am one of the closest things left to him and they need to talk about him.

We do.

We also talk about this new wonderful man who loves my sister-in-law and them, and his kids who are now officially their step-brother and sister.

When I was married to my first husband, the only thing he was really good at was housework. He loved to clean and I was happy to let him. I guess I should have hired him as my maid instead of marrying him.

When we divorced, my list of things to do doubled and tripled and became a bit overwhelming. Adjusting to the amount of work around the house and extra things he always took care of took some time. But I found a system that worked for me and eventually things fell into place.

Five years since my divorce, my future husband doesn’t use to-do lists like I do. Cleaning is not his strong suit, either, which I’m taking as a good sign. Each week, I try to prioritize what needs attention between what is work related, house related, and wedding related.

He finds my little lists all over our apartment and luckily, he finds it endearing. Honestly, I find satisfaction seeing the line through a completed task. Any FWW methods to control the day-to-day madness?

A few years ago, they were both single and frustrated by the dating game. Their friends encouraged each of them to put a profile up on a dating Website. Reluctantly, they did. Within a week, they chatted online and set up a date.

Neither one was aware at the time that neither of them had ever done this before. Amid anxious nerves, they met at a restaurant and the spark was lit. They have been together ever since.

Now, this story of Internet dating isn't one I hear a lot from my friends. Many of my friends spend years and years trying to find their perfect match, but this couple found each other on the first try!

Anyway, they live on Mauna Loa Lane and as a songwriter when something sticks in your brain, it's best to see where it goes. I loved the name of their street and I also found it funny that this couple was almost embarrassed to say they met on the Internet. So, as a good friend, I gave them a new romance story in a song. Click below to download the song.

Enjoy!

Growing up, my last name started with the letter "‘A." When we had to line up alphabetically at school, I was always first!

Then, I got married and my last name became Emerson. Now, with marriage number two in a couple of months, my new last name will start with a "W." I guess I'll have to apologize to my future children someday for putting them at the end of the line!

With all the wedding preparations, I somehow forgot about the name change until I came across it on the Wedding To-Do worksheet in a magazine. I saw the list of all the places to submit your name change the seemingly mounds of paperwork to be filed. Paperwork is not my favorite thing To-Do.

As I thought more about it, I wanted to make sure that this is something I really wanted to do and that I wasn't just caught up in the craziness of wedding planning. However, I came to the conclusion that I didn't feel like I was losing a part of myself by taking my fiancé's name. In fact, I am honored to become part of his family.

I think deep down, he feels very strongly about getting rid of the Emerson name. I know my family is ready to be done with it since they can't stand my ex either. For me, I see it as a new chapter in my life and one I am looking forward to immensely.

Bitter? Not at all. I just feel sorry for the girl.

However, some of my friends and family have started reading my blog, and I've now received several interesting phone calls and emails.

I didn't really feel the need to broadcast his new marriage to all my friends. He's probably my least favorite topic, and I truly didn't find it a newsworthy subject.

But now, my friends are calling with the "Are you okay?" questions and the "Why didn't you call me?" comments. My first instinct is to say, "Well, I didn't think it was a big deal." Call me crazy, but I sincerely didn't care.

I was taken aback a bit, because many of them know my fiancé and know how happy I am now. Also, many of them were there when I was miserable and decided to divorce the schmuck.

One friend in particular was a little peeved at me. It's almost as if she expected more drama. Drama? I am content getting my drama from Law and Order re-runs, thank you very much!