So, you would think after getting sick 3 times in a week because of eating beef that I would learn my lesson and not eat it. Well apparently I'm just stupid and it doesn't sink in that beef = sickness = no sleep. So here I am, feeling horribly sick, wanting to puke but my husband has been in the bathroom for God knows how long. It's times like this that I wish we had 2 bathrooms.
Not only that but there are other issues that are bothering me tonight. Like the fact that my landlord apparently thought it was a good idea to set off fireworks for 3 entire hours right outside our apartment. I was like are you kidding me? I mean really how many damn fireworks do you have? I understand a few or even doing it for a half hour to put on a show for the grandkids, but really, 3 hours?
You know another thing that annoys me? Stupid dumb girls who think that they are super sexy by getting drunk, posting videos/pictures to facebook. Like it's one thing to think you're sexy while you're drunk and you post them, but if you're sober and you post drunk pictures and think it's a good way to attract decent men, who are you kidding?
I have deeper issues as well that I'm not discussing, things have been bothering me lately, but I can't talk to anyone about it. It's one of those things that even if I wanted to talk to someone about it, I wouldn't know how. I'm sure that leaves you wondering now, right? Too bad for you.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Eloping would have been better
So my anniversary is coming up, it's in 3 days. While I love my husband our wedding sucked.
Here is why...
I planned my wedding in another state, it was only 2 hours away but you have no idea how much that 2 hours is when you're trying to plan something and you can't see things in person. Anyway, I had the colors picked out we were ready to go I could do it, I planned parties all of the time how much different could it really be? I delegated tasks for everyone, I was great at it.
Well as it turns out people decided that what I told them to do was not a good idea, so they went with their own idea of what they thought would look good. AKA - things no longer matched on the final day.
When I went to get my wedding dress I was turned away from 2 stores because of my age (I was 20) they told me "You can't afford anything here, we're not even going to show you our stock." I was like "You have no idea how much money I am able to spend, you just lost yourself a potential commission." I had the budget of $2,000 for my dress, which might not be as extravagant as some of those women on Say Yes to the Dress that spend like $25,000 on their gown, but I thought $2,000 was a decent amount of money.
I finally went to this little bridal store that was run out of someone's transformed garage, picked out a wedding dress that was $500 and too large for me in the original fitting. However, I was told I was fat and should get a girdle by the woman who was fitting the dress. (I was a size 10).
I would have ripped her a new one if my mom hadn't been standing there telling me to calm down. Secondly I ordered the bridesmaids dresses from her, but when they came in they were the wrong color. She blamed me for the mixup when I clearly was not at fault because I followed the swatch list that she gave me and had an e-mail to prove it. We couldn't get it fixed because by the time I got the dresses in it was 2 weeks from my wedding and it took at least 6 to get them in. So I just had to deal with it.
So now I'm fat, my dresses are wrong and unknowingly my decorations are all wrong. I was then told I couldn't have real flowers for my bridal bouquet or anyone in my bridal party because the church we were being married at didn't want to clean up flower petals. Seriously? Talk about lazy. Oh that's another thing, I wanted to get married outside, but no - it had to be inside...
So then it's like 2 days before my wedding all of my bridesmaids are coming in from various states; Indiana, North Carolina, Georgia, Pennsylvania, Ohio and so on. The only reason I had so many people on my side was because my husband insisted on having 8 guys on his side and I had to literally find people to fill up my side because I didn't have a desire to be friends with women at the time.
So I ask if the girls want to do something as a bachelorette party, nothing even too strenuous, just something nice like going out to dinner and a movie and getting our nails done. The answer was no. They wanted to do nothing. Even my fiancee went out, but nope. Not me.
The night before our wedding we all travel out to our destination location of the awesome town of Greenville, PA (aka not awesome). We do our wedding rehearsal and I'm the last one to leave the sanctuary because I was talking with someone about a minor detail (how I was supposed to walk up the aisle lol) and I come outside and everyone is in cars and my fiancee is standing at the back of the church looking angry.
"What's going on?" I asked
"They all decided to leave us here while they go out and see a movie and do whatever else they want to.... so we'll be setting up the reception hall by ourselves."
"Are you kidding me? What the heck? I thought the point of having a bridal party was so that they would help. I thought for one day they would be willing to go with us."
They all leave, I'm incredibly angry but thinking we can set up the reception hall ourselves in about an hour. We get to the reception hall and it smells like fish.
Not like a slight hint of "what is that?" but it smells like full on fried fish with fish and french fries on the floor from their Friday-night fish frys. The place was supposed to be cleaned up for us already and it wasn't. Everyone was sitting at the bar drinking and when we asked them who was cleaning it up they said "Not us, we're on break. We wont be doing it until tomorrow morning.' I said that does not work, at all. I was about to tell them off but my mother-in-law-to-be stopped me and said they were making our food and she didnt want them spitting in it. So my aunt-in-law-to-be decided to tell them off and we spent the next 3 hours cleaning and getting the fish smell out to set up for the next day.
Then we get a phone call from a bridesmaid saying "we can't find the hotel, can you come get me I have a really bad migraine." I said "Good, you deserve it, find your own damn way back." and hung up.
Somehow she found her way back to the hotel, when I get there she was laying in the room looking sick. I didn't care, why should I? Then she asks me if I can go to McDonalds for her.
Really? Like, seriously.. you're going to ditch me to clean the reception hall by myself while you're all out having fun and you want ME, the bride to do stuff for YOU... yeah, no. After 1/2 hour of her begging I finally got in my car and went and got her some food.
I got back, asked for help with my nails and got "well maybe when I'm done with mine." really? Nobody cares about you. This is MY day.
So now it's the wedding day, I get there and I hear bridesmaids complaining about having to stay for the reception because apparently they had other things planned for the day!
The air conditioner in the church broke and it's July, not only that but the windows in the sanctuary do not open and there were no fans. Great. Just what I needed.
As the wedding went on the guys - who were in tuxedos, were about to drop one by one. My dad almost passed out, my brother turned ghostly white and almost passed out, the best man was rushed to the hospital... it was awesome!
Then at the reception my cousin and friend who were both part of the wedding party decided it would be a good idea to take a walk before they announced the bridal party to enter the reception hall. We had no idea where they were, they were just gone. Apparently they liked each other or some stupid crap like that.
Nobody wanted to dance. It was like pulling teeth to get anyone to dance with me! I think for the dollar dances, I got a dollar.
Overall it was one of the most horrible experiences ever, but I have a wonderful husband whom I love. Just think before you have a wedding, because it's probably better to just elope and apologize later.
Cherise
Here is why...
I planned my wedding in another state, it was only 2 hours away but you have no idea how much that 2 hours is when you're trying to plan something and you can't see things in person. Anyway, I had the colors picked out we were ready to go I could do it, I planned parties all of the time how much different could it really be? I delegated tasks for everyone, I was great at it.
Well as it turns out people decided that what I told them to do was not a good idea, so they went with their own idea of what they thought would look good. AKA - things no longer matched on the final day.
When I went to get my wedding dress I was turned away from 2 stores because of my age (I was 20) they told me "You can't afford anything here, we're not even going to show you our stock." I was like "You have no idea how much money I am able to spend, you just lost yourself a potential commission." I had the budget of $2,000 for my dress, which might not be as extravagant as some of those women on Say Yes to the Dress that spend like $25,000 on their gown, but I thought $2,000 was a decent amount of money.
I finally went to this little bridal store that was run out of someone's transformed garage, picked out a wedding dress that was $500 and too large for me in the original fitting. However, I was told I was fat and should get a girdle by the woman who was fitting the dress. (I was a size 10).
I would have ripped her a new one if my mom hadn't been standing there telling me to calm down. Secondly I ordered the bridesmaids dresses from her, but when they came in they were the wrong color. She blamed me for the mixup when I clearly was not at fault because I followed the swatch list that she gave me and had an e-mail to prove it. We couldn't get it fixed because by the time I got the dresses in it was 2 weeks from my wedding and it took at least 6 to get them in. So I just had to deal with it.
So now I'm fat, my dresses are wrong and unknowingly my decorations are all wrong. I was then told I couldn't have real flowers for my bridal bouquet or anyone in my bridal party because the church we were being married at didn't want to clean up flower petals. Seriously? Talk about lazy. Oh that's another thing, I wanted to get married outside, but no - it had to be inside...
So then it's like 2 days before my wedding all of my bridesmaids are coming in from various states; Indiana, North Carolina, Georgia, Pennsylvania, Ohio and so on. The only reason I had so many people on my side was because my husband insisted on having 8 guys on his side and I had to literally find people to fill up my side because I didn't have a desire to be friends with women at the time.
So I ask if the girls want to do something as a bachelorette party, nothing even too strenuous, just something nice like going out to dinner and a movie and getting our nails done. The answer was no. They wanted to do nothing. Even my fiancee went out, but nope. Not me.
The night before our wedding we all travel out to our destination location of the awesome town of Greenville, PA (aka not awesome). We do our wedding rehearsal and I'm the last one to leave the sanctuary because I was talking with someone about a minor detail (how I was supposed to walk up the aisle lol) and I come outside and everyone is in cars and my fiancee is standing at the back of the church looking angry.
"What's going on?" I asked
"They all decided to leave us here while they go out and see a movie and do whatever else they want to.... so we'll be setting up the reception hall by ourselves."
"Are you kidding me? What the heck? I thought the point of having a bridal party was so that they would help. I thought for one day they would be willing to go with us."
They all leave, I'm incredibly angry but thinking we can set up the reception hall ourselves in about an hour. We get to the reception hall and it smells like fish.
Not like a slight hint of "what is that?" but it smells like full on fried fish with fish and french fries on the floor from their Friday-night fish frys. The place was supposed to be cleaned up for us already and it wasn't. Everyone was sitting at the bar drinking and when we asked them who was cleaning it up they said "Not us, we're on break. We wont be doing it until tomorrow morning.' I said that does not work, at all. I was about to tell them off but my mother-in-law-to-be stopped me and said they were making our food and she didnt want them spitting in it. So my aunt-in-law-to-be decided to tell them off and we spent the next 3 hours cleaning and getting the fish smell out to set up for the next day.
Then we get a phone call from a bridesmaid saying "we can't find the hotel, can you come get me I have a really bad migraine." I said "Good, you deserve it, find your own damn way back." and hung up.
Somehow she found her way back to the hotel, when I get there she was laying in the room looking sick. I didn't care, why should I? Then she asks me if I can go to McDonalds for her.
Really? Like, seriously.. you're going to ditch me to clean the reception hall by myself while you're all out having fun and you want ME, the bride to do stuff for YOU... yeah, no. After 1/2 hour of her begging I finally got in my car and went and got her some food.
I got back, asked for help with my nails and got "well maybe when I'm done with mine." really? Nobody cares about you. This is MY day.
So now it's the wedding day, I get there and I hear bridesmaids complaining about having to stay for the reception because apparently they had other things planned for the day!
The air conditioner in the church broke and it's July, not only that but the windows in the sanctuary do not open and there were no fans. Great. Just what I needed.
As the wedding went on the guys - who were in tuxedos, were about to drop one by one. My dad almost passed out, my brother turned ghostly white and almost passed out, the best man was rushed to the hospital... it was awesome!
Then at the reception my cousin and friend who were both part of the wedding party decided it would be a good idea to take a walk before they announced the bridal party to enter the reception hall. We had no idea where they were, they were just gone. Apparently they liked each other or some stupid crap like that.
Nobody wanted to dance. It was like pulling teeth to get anyone to dance with me! I think for the dollar dances, I got a dollar.
Overall it was one of the most horrible experiences ever, but I have a wonderful husband whom I love. Just think before you have a wedding, because it's probably better to just elope and apologize later.
Cherise
July 4th
It's almost 9a.m. and while I was up an hour ago I haven't accomplished anything. My 2 year old is watching her favorite Dora episode and I could punch the person in the face who did her voice, but since it keeps her occupied so that I can work I kind of let it go.
I slept on the floor last night, I'm not really sure why. It seemed like a good idea. It wasn't. My back hurts and I don't really want to get up and move, but I know that I have a picnic to attend today amongst other things to do.
I really need to clean the apartment, it's been like a week, but the more I see stuff pile up the less I feel like doing any of it. Oh, it can wait until later, no one is going to be here to see it so who cares? We don't have bugs or a stench yet, so I think we're still good.
I love how I just got an e-mail from Hallmark Calendar updates reminding me that today is Independence Day! Thanks Hallmark, I totally forgot. Especially with all of the firecrackers going off and kids running around with dangerous sticks that are lit on fire waving them in the air and screaming.
When you become a wife and a mother you're expected to act a certain way, calm, collected, put together. You're not supposed to be any fun anymore, because if you have fun then God forbid your kids must not be disciplined, they probably run around like wild banchees and bite, scream, kick, punch. Well I have news for you, I became boring and discipline and my kid still does all of that! Probably not to the extent that you see some bratty kids act like, since overall I have a sweet little angel. But she still does those things.
I get tired of stuffing down the crazy in me to fit this mold of what I'm supposed to be. Maybe I want to dye my hair blue, or jump off a cliff, or go outside for a walk past 8p.m. (now that's living on the edge!) or maybe I just want to sing karaoke and dance like an idiot. Too bad no one joins in the fun and I'm left looking like an idiot all by myself.
What makes people so uptight? I just want to laugh and have fun like I did a few years ago. Forget bills, forget life stresses, forget the fact that I have to be a responsible adult, I just want to go run around and have some fun. I want to hike the Grand Canyon, sit next to the ocean, go rock climbing, see castles in Ireland, visit new places I've never been. I want to experience life first hand and forget all of this so-called 'life' that Americans have made it. Am I thankful for the opportunity to make something better of myself? Yeah. Am I thankful for a house, my family, clothes, food? of course! But why must we think that it has to be a constant struggle? Why can't life just be easy and we forget the rest of it?
Well there's my random thoughts and ramblings that may or may not make sense. I'm sure I'll write more later. Since I wont be out experiencing awesome things because I'm stuck in the rat race.
I slept on the floor last night, I'm not really sure why. It seemed like a good idea. It wasn't. My back hurts and I don't really want to get up and move, but I know that I have a picnic to attend today amongst other things to do.
I really need to clean the apartment, it's been like a week, but the more I see stuff pile up the less I feel like doing any of it. Oh, it can wait until later, no one is going to be here to see it so who cares? We don't have bugs or a stench yet, so I think we're still good.
I love how I just got an e-mail from Hallmark Calendar updates reminding me that today is Independence Day! Thanks Hallmark, I totally forgot. Especially with all of the firecrackers going off and kids running around with dangerous sticks that are lit on fire waving them in the air and screaming.
When you become a wife and a mother you're expected to act a certain way, calm, collected, put together. You're not supposed to be any fun anymore, because if you have fun then God forbid your kids must not be disciplined, they probably run around like wild banchees and bite, scream, kick, punch. Well I have news for you, I became boring and discipline and my kid still does all of that! Probably not to the extent that you see some bratty kids act like, since overall I have a sweet little angel. But she still does those things.
I get tired of stuffing down the crazy in me to fit this mold of what I'm supposed to be. Maybe I want to dye my hair blue, or jump off a cliff, or go outside for a walk past 8p.m. (now that's living on the edge!) or maybe I just want to sing karaoke and dance like an idiot. Too bad no one joins in the fun and I'm left looking like an idiot all by myself.
What makes people so uptight? I just want to laugh and have fun like I did a few years ago. Forget bills, forget life stresses, forget the fact that I have to be a responsible adult, I just want to go run around and have some fun. I want to hike the Grand Canyon, sit next to the ocean, go rock climbing, see castles in Ireland, visit new places I've never been. I want to experience life first hand and forget all of this so-called 'life' that Americans have made it. Am I thankful for the opportunity to make something better of myself? Yeah. Am I thankful for a house, my family, clothes, food? of course! But why must we think that it has to be a constant struggle? Why can't life just be easy and we forget the rest of it?
Well there's my random thoughts and ramblings that may or may not make sense. I'm sure I'll write more later. Since I wont be out experiencing awesome things because I'm stuck in the rat race.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Blog Number One
Today I had a crazy day. Last night I had one glass of an alcoholic drink, I don't typically drink anything at all but I figured what the heck why not? Well apparently I am a super lightweight and don't handle alcohol that well, I 'fell asleep' shortly after I had my drink. But then about an hour later, was awakened by loud crashes of thunder and bolts of lightning that I was pretty sure were going to strike me through the window.
I was not feeling like being awake, I just wanted to sleep for goodness sakes, all week I have had such trouble sleeping. I got online and ended up talking to Chris for an hour when I told myself it was just going to be for 10 minutes until the storm settled down. So by the time I actually went to bed it was 2a.m. Then Ana - my lovely little daughter - woke up at 7.
We then went out to Pennsylvania (2 hour and 10 minute drive to my in laws, then another 1/2 hour to my photo session location) where I spent an hour hoping that I would get some good pictures of kids whose backs only seemed to be turned towards me. I got distracted about 15 minutes in and ended up taking pictures of a few lovely hawks in a tree when I realized I needed to focus.
I tried to tell myself that it was a life or death situation to get amazing images of these kids to motivate my half-sleeping brain into doing my job. It kind of worked, but not really. I still got good pictures, because well, let's face it, I'm awesome.
Then we made another stop before heading back home. On the drive home we saw 6 cars pulled over and I was like no way, so I just went the speed limit. But I had so many stupid jerk drivers on my tail and trying to pass me, or cut me off and when it wasn't that it was some stupid driver who probably got their license in China, going 20mph under the speed limit with no way to pass.
I really had to pee about an hour into the trip so we stopped at this little gas station in Parkman, Ohio - a little hodunk town in the middle of nowhere, I got out to use the porta potty - because that is all they had, and I immediately walked out. I was gagging and gasping for air and there was poop AROUND the toilet, not in it, not on the toilet seat, around it. I was like are you f***ing kidding me!? I still really had to pee and I knew there was nothing else around for at least another hour so I grab some of Ana's baby wipes and I go in there and clean the crap up. That should totally give me like a million wife/mom points right there. I do my thing as quickly as possible because it's like 95 degrees outside and I'm gasping for air while slowly being suffocated in a poop hole that has had time to ferment.
After that horrid experience, I head inside to get a RedBull for the hubs and I and some milk for Ana. I see some hick who is wearing torn clothes a raggedy white wife beater and standing outside of a car that had a missing window, telling them of his victory over drunk driving and being caught by the Po-leece. I walk into this little store and it looked decent until you saw the girl at the counter who was probably 25 but her skin was so saggy from all the drinking and drugs she looked about 40, her clothes were hanging off her body, teeth were all brown, hair was all knotty and as I approach the counter another girl comes up "hey you mind if I go smoke some ...youknow.. out back while you do this?"
"Sure, go ahead" she responds.
Really? I mean, I guess I shouldn't expect much from a town that's not much better than West Virginia, but seriously, in front of a customer? You don't know who I am, what if I were a cop and was like you're under arrest. lol oi.
Anyway, as we're driving home we almost ran out of gas and had to stop, well guess what ? No one was there! We had cash, but we couldn't use it because while the door was open, no one was at the counter. Good way to set yourself up for a robbery BP, way to go. So we had to use the card, which we hate doing but life is life and we needed to get home.
So we finally made it home and now I'm just sitting here waiting for my pictures to upload to my computer so I can work my magic and make people look better than they really do. ;-)
Until next time,
Cherise
I was not feeling like being awake, I just wanted to sleep for goodness sakes, all week I have had such trouble sleeping. I got online and ended up talking to Chris for an hour when I told myself it was just going to be for 10 minutes until the storm settled down. So by the time I actually went to bed it was 2a.m. Then Ana - my lovely little daughter - woke up at 7.
We then went out to Pennsylvania (2 hour and 10 minute drive to my in laws, then another 1/2 hour to my photo session location) where I spent an hour hoping that I would get some good pictures of kids whose backs only seemed to be turned towards me. I got distracted about 15 minutes in and ended up taking pictures of a few lovely hawks in a tree when I realized I needed to focus.
I tried to tell myself that it was a life or death situation to get amazing images of these kids to motivate my half-sleeping brain into doing my job. It kind of worked, but not really. I still got good pictures, because well, let's face it, I'm awesome.
Then we made another stop before heading back home. On the drive home we saw 6 cars pulled over and I was like no way, so I just went the speed limit. But I had so many stupid jerk drivers on my tail and trying to pass me, or cut me off and when it wasn't that it was some stupid driver who probably got their license in China, going 20mph under the speed limit with no way to pass.
I really had to pee about an hour into the trip so we stopped at this little gas station in Parkman, Ohio - a little hodunk town in the middle of nowhere, I got out to use the porta potty - because that is all they had, and I immediately walked out. I was gagging and gasping for air and there was poop AROUND the toilet, not in it, not on the toilet seat, around it. I was like are you f***ing kidding me!? I still really had to pee and I knew there was nothing else around for at least another hour so I grab some of Ana's baby wipes and I go in there and clean the crap up. That should totally give me like a million wife/mom points right there. I do my thing as quickly as possible because it's like 95 degrees outside and I'm gasping for air while slowly being suffocated in a poop hole that has had time to ferment.
After that horrid experience, I head inside to get a RedBull for the hubs and I and some milk for Ana. I see some hick who is wearing torn clothes a raggedy white wife beater and standing outside of a car that had a missing window, telling them of his victory over drunk driving and being caught by the Po-leece. I walk into this little store and it looked decent until you saw the girl at the counter who was probably 25 but her skin was so saggy from all the drinking and drugs she looked about 40, her clothes were hanging off her body, teeth were all brown, hair was all knotty and as I approach the counter another girl comes up "hey you mind if I go smoke some ...youknow.. out back while you do this?"
"Sure, go ahead" she responds.
Really? I mean, I guess I shouldn't expect much from a town that's not much better than West Virginia, but seriously, in front of a customer? You don't know who I am, what if I were a cop and was like you're under arrest. lol oi.
Anyway, as we're driving home we almost ran out of gas and had to stop, well guess what ? No one was there! We had cash, but we couldn't use it because while the door was open, no one was at the counter. Good way to set yourself up for a robbery BP, way to go. So we had to use the card, which we hate doing but life is life and we needed to get home.
So we finally made it home and now I'm just sitting here waiting for my pictures to upload to my computer so I can work my magic and make people look better than they really do. ;-)
Until next time,
Cherise
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