I know I was supposed to write yesterday. I'm sorry. I hd jet lag and did a lot of napping and I just didn't wannaaaaa....
But here I am. So, I am going to write about each day, complete with a picture.
Thursday
We got to the airport on time, without a hitch. We waited at the gate, and they delayed our flight 15 minutes. When the time came, we lined up at the gate. The stewardess got on the PA and announced that they wouldn't be boarding for another twenty minutes. Whaaaat?! Ok, fine. So we waited some more. they finally boarded us and a stewardess got on the PA and told us our captain called off sick and they were waiting for another captain to show up. Okay... So we waited... and waited... for an hour and a half! They did give us free TV and promised a $50 voucher, so that helped. Finally, a captain showed up and said that his son was in the hospital and that was why he took so long. I can understand that, and it was commendable that he even came. But, that put us in Pennsylvania at 10 PM, and it was two hours home. So, that sucked. But we made it! My Mom was jumping up and down with excitement.
Friday
Friday was the rehearsal dinner. OH! First, we got a spray tan, me and my Mom. OMG. By a GUY! Never again. I enjoy being pale, and paying $25 for a SPRAY TAN than only lasts 10 days is STUPID. Ugh and there was a lot of upkeep. Never again.Okay, rehearsal dinner. I didn't realize you went to the actual wedding site and rehearsed! Well, before we went over, my Grandma and Aunt Leica met us at the house. They (including my Mom) LOVED Daniel. I knew they would like him, but I didn't realize how much they would love him. It was awesome! So anyways, I have NO IDEA what the hell is going on this whole trip. I just do as I'm told. Which leads to confusion on my part. Which sucks. So we get to the vinyard, the wedding location. It was so cold. I thought we were having dinner and my mom was explaining to us at the dinner what to do, not actually rehearse it! Which rehearsing it at the site makes more sense. So, anyways, it was cold. After the rehearsal was over it was just a huge clusterfuck. My aunt was supposed to lead my mom to the resteraunt and she didn't, and my Mom was pissed off. But we get there and dinner was amazing! Italian!
From left to right: Uncle Jeff, Aunt Leica, Grandma, David, Brian, Mom, Brians brother, Brians SIL LaDonna, Aunt Teresa, Uncle Terry (T-Bone), and me. Panoramic pics tend to fuck up the quality on the end, which is why my face is fucked up.
Saturday
This is where the shit storm starts. At the time, I didn't realize what was happening.
So on Saturday, the plan was to take David to the beach in Jersey. We didn't want to swim, but we wanted to just go. Well, my Aunt Leica wanted us all to go, inclusing her daughter Michelle. Well, Michelle has a three month old baby. She decides she doesn't want to take the baby to the shore and asks us all to go to Johnson's Farm instead. Which is kind of theme park-y minus the rollar coasters. It's for little kids. So, when I say Michelle asked everybody, I mean she asked her mother, and her mother TOLD us all that we were going to the farm and we would go to the shore on Monday. They said that it was going to be cold and windy etc., which I didn't get because it was sunny and beautiful! And that Monday would be perfect to go to the shore. We looked up the weather report and it said that on Monday it woud storm ALL DAY and we showed that to Aunt Leica and she blew us off and ignored us. So, what basically happened is my Aint was manipulating the situation to get us all to do what her daughter wanted to do. Because Michelle (as much as I love her) is a freakin' princess and gets what she wants. So, we go. We basically watched the kids play on a playground, which we could have done at the park for free.
Ethan (left) and Tyler. Ethan is my Cousins oldest son, he's two.
Sunday
D-Day! Daniel was nice enough to watch Tyler at Brians and let me stay in a hotel with my mom he night before. David stayed with me seeing as how he was in the wedding party. My Grandma was going to watch David Sunday morning while the wedding party decorated the ceromony site. We get there, and nothing was done. We assumed that the vinyard would have set up the chairs at least, but no. We had to. Which that took us over an hour because my Aunts have to discuss amongst themselves the best way to do it and over talk each other. My Mom ended up yelling at my Aunt Leica because my mom kept telling her that she didn't want any more shit at the alter, and Aunt Leica kept showing her things to put up at the alter. I got pissed off because I HAD NO IDEA wtf we were supposed to be doing (I'm not sure what mom's vision is) so I keep waiting for my Mom to give me direction. Every time I give my input I get ignored. And when I grab a decoration to do something with it, my Aunt Leica grabs it from my hand. I was so irritated. So I just sat down and shut my mouth and waited for them to tell me what to do. So, we get it done finally, and my Mom sends us on errands to finish, just to get four red roses and four helium balloons then bring them back to the ceremony site. Then go get ready. Well, we got the roses and my Aunt Leica decides we don't have enough time to hunt for balloons. Oooh, I knew mom was gonna be maaaad. We left the roses at the front desk of the hotel, and called Daniel and Uncle Jeff to delegate. And and I was right, my Mom was pissed.
So we get there. I was getting irritated because I would ask my Mom something and would get snapped at, ignored, or blown off. I had no idea what was going on the whole time and it was frustrating. I was super nervous to walk down the isle, and my shoes kept trying to fall off because they were a half a size too big. Apparently, I looked at the ground the whole time. In my defense, I would have looked a whole lot stupider if I fell flat on my face! Anyways, the ceremony was beautiful, and I hate reception lines.
The reception was awesome! Lots of dancing and fun. I got to catch up with my cousins, which was great. No one got in a fight.
After, there was an afterparty at the hotel. In which I attended, but did not partake. I did hold a drink the whole time and pretended to nurse it because I did not want them knowing I was pregnant yet. The kids had a sitter.
My Mom giving her "I'm sorry I was a Bridezilla" speech. Skinny bitch. 
Monday
My Grandmother wanted us to all spend the night at her house in Maryland. I agreed only because I didn't want to dissapoint anyone. So we arise at the hotel, get a little breakfast and check out. We wait in the lobby with my Aunt Leica and Uncle Jeff, my Grandma and My Mom and Brian. So we were waiting on Aunt Teresa, Uncle T-Bone, and the cousins: Topher (and his +1 Rebecca [vomit]), & David and his lady Jordan. Well Uncle Jeff calls Topher to come down and he said he wasn't coming! I was so pissed! I told Uncle Jeff, "Hey! He needs to get down here because he won't see me after today!" So he called him and he came down. Selfish! We seriously sat in that Lobby till like 1 PM. I also realized during this time that my Grandmother drove a PRIUS and it will not fit all of us and our luggage. So my Aunt Leica then decides we will spend the night at her house. So, after everyone dilly dallies at the hotel, we head to my Mom's so I can pack. I have to go through my mom's stuff because my son Jason's ashes are in there and I was determined he was going to come home. Get this: My Grandmother tells me, "We are in a hurry, can't your Mom just MAIL them to you?" WHAT!? NO! They are lucky enough to have never experienced a loss like mine, but his ashes were very important to me. Plus I was pissed they wanted to fuck around all morning at the hotel, but when it came to getting MY shit done, we didn't have the time. Then, they hurried me on packing. Well, I was trying to pack a family of four without help. Yes, it would take time. And NO ONE was helping me! My Mom had to get to the vinyard and get her decorations so she was busy. I got my shit packed and loaded, said our goodbyes, and we were off.
I rode with my Grandma and Tyler, Daniel was with David and my Aunt Leica and Uncle Jeff. They told my mom they were taking us to the shore, then to Aunt Leica's, and then in the morning to catch our 7:30 am flight in Philly. Unfortunately, it took THREE hours to get to the shore. And yes, it was raining cats and dogs. I kept saying, "I don't know why we didn't go on Saturday as planned..." and was ignored. Whatever. We got to the beach at like 7 PM, and collected shells. David and Tyler had a great time, and David loved chasing seagulls. We then got some NY style thin crust pizza, which was good.
Oh yeah, on the way TO the shore, my Aunt asks Daniel if it was okay if they put us in a hotel in Philly that night because it seemed more practical. (IE, they didn't want to get up at 3 AM to take us) Daniel was like, umm okayy..... we can't afford that. They said they would pay of course. They then ask if they should call ME and talk to me about it, and he says yes, definately. My Aunt then gets on the phone and BOOKS THE HOTEL! Doesn't ask me. I was told during a Wawa (gas station) stop. By Daniel. I was like, ummm, okay. Thanks... I thought they would be staying WITH us and seeing us off at the airport. NOPE! They dropped our asses at a fleabag Comfort Inn in Philly like hot potatoes! Didn't come in and see the rooms, NOTHING! I was so upset, I felt like I was being discarded. I bawled. The place was disgusting. I would have never put myself up in that room. Ever. I never called my Mom and told her because she would have been pissed at Leica and Jeff. I wasn't trying to start shit.
So, we had a shuttle scheduled at 6 AM. Our flight was at 7:30. Well, the fucking shuttle was 30 minutes late! We got to security, and I had sealed juiceboxes in my carry-on (oops!) and they pulled me in a room and patted me down. Wow. Philly takes their juice seriously! We got to the terminal JUST as they were boarding.
When we landed, I got a text from my mom. She said that she wished she told me I couldn't go with Leica and she saw me off at the airport. I texed her asking if she talked to Leica, cause they dropped us at a shitty hotel in Philly, left to take a shuttle and almost missed our flight. She said, "WHAT!?" They obviously never told her because they knew she would be mad!
So, I guess my Mom called my Uncle Jeff and let him know that she wasn't happy. She told him that she would never have done that to his kids, and that they made a commitment to her to get me to the airport and ON THE PLANE. And NO ONE called her because they knew they were doing wrong.
So anyways, shit blows up. I got a call yesterday morning from my Grandmother. She started YELLING at me! Calling me ungrateful, a liar, wouldn't let me speak at ALL, and she has NEVER talked to me like that. I was really hurt and ended up hanging up on her. Which I didn't want to do, but I shouldn't be spoken to like that either. I then called my Mom, and asked what happened because apparently she had talked to my mom just before that and hung up on my Mom because they kept speaking over each other. My mom didn't even put any of it off on me, she was trying to explain that SHE was upset about what they did, not that I was upset. I really don't even know why my mom had to say anything about it. And I guess shit just blew up today.
I really don't think I was bieng ungrateful or anything. I felt like I wasn't being heard, and I think I am allowed to have feelings. But no, they have to play the victim and get involved and no one can just shut their mouths and listen to each other the whole time.
Anways. My neighbor is being a dick. Our driveway has room for all three cars, and the landlord told us to park the cars there. Well, we get back from vacation and Royce is hogging the driveway. Well, I saw him today and asked if there was a reason why. I was very nice, BTW. He sat there a second, and his eyes kind of roll up in his head like he's thinking about it. He says, "Umm.... actually yeah there is. Daniel hit my car." Whoa, what? I ask him to show me. He takes me to his door and said there was white paint there but now it's gone and there is just a dent. I have 20/20 vision and there is NO dent or paint. Plus, all of our cars are WHITE. How may cars do you see on the road that is white? TONS. It could have happened at the store or anywhere else. Shit, the other neighbor has a white van. It's obvious he's making it up. He's just trying to start shit. So, as soon as his stupid ass leaves, I'm parking RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE. I'm gonna start being a bitch again.
I'll have to upload the rest of the pics later. I have been woking on this all day, and the regular OD site isn't working, so I just typed the mobile address in my laptop browser. Oh, I have been reading you gys just not nothing. I still have tons to catch up on. |
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