Restroom Graffiti

It's official my sister is a married woman. The ceremony was simple and beautiful.

We started our day off at 1 pm. I went to get my hair done and of course I didn't like it. I never have liked someone else besides my sister putting my hair up. It didn't look bad it was just over the top, and like I said this wedding was simple. Thank goodness a lady at a different salon took care of it for me, and it was much better, but I still wasn't happy, but that's just me.

The wedding was at a private community, where it was held outside, and the weather couldn't have been any more perfect. The wind was a little setback, but I guess it's better than rain. I was fine until we all lined up to walk down the aisle and the music started. Something about that music that finally made it seem real. And of course I started to cry, and somehow it's always the person making fun of everyone else crying that ends up crying. I finally pulled it together when I was half way down the aisle. I felt like a jackass, because my sister never cried. But I was told afterward that I was the one who got everyone else crying or people wouldn't look at me because they know they would start crying as well. So I can't be that mad because I wasn't the only one crying. My grandfather during the ceremony offered me his handkerchief, that made me laugh.

Right before my sister was set to walk down the aisle the ring bearer and flower girl were walking. The ring bearer finally noticed that his mom was no longer with him and he bailed. He started to cry and ran to his mom. It was the cutest thing. But let me tell you about the flower girl. Even though the ring bearer ditched her she kept going. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her. As soon as she was done I told her what a good job she did. I was so surprised because I would have stopped as soon as the ring bearer stopped.

The wedding almost went off without a hitch. My sister looked beautiful in her dress, the food was good, and the cake was awesome. The only thing was my dad got a little too wasted, which we are all familiar with because he's a drunk. He never talks to me when he is sober but when he has been drinking he won't leave me alone. We were talking about how he was more nervous to do the dance than walk my sister down the aisle, and I agreed that I would be more nervous for the dance. And somehow we got into talking about me getting married and how he assumes he'll be walking me down the aisle. That is definitely not going to happen, I'd rather walk down the aisle by myself.

But anyway he eventually went to sit down in a chair and fell off, outside he went to sit on a bench and fell off again, and then he was leaning on something and fell into the bushes. Thank god my sister really didn't see any of it except when he fell off the bench because she was sitting right next to him.

Other than that everything went well and I am very glad it's all over with. I wish them many happy years to come!!!!!!

Over the weekend I found out that a friend of mine had passed away. We weren't the best of friends, but if we saw eachother we would talk, and one of my best friends back in high school was his step sister.

At first I didn't believe it. I thought it was a cruel joke, because it was so sudden. I mean one night he's posting bulletins on myspace about going out and the next night he's dead. I decided to go right to the source, I talked to his step sister. She did inform me that a friend of his went in his room to wake him up and he wasn't breathing. Another friend told me that he had a cardiac arrest.

In high school, to tell you the truth, he was a jerk. He was incredibly rude to a lot of girls including myself. I remember in 9th grade when I first met him I was walking into a totally different portable than he was, and he screamed, "Oh, you are Erin K......," I just smiled, because I hadn't turned into the bitch yet, and went on my way.

Every now and then he would say some sort of joke and I would ignore him, because it would be a crude joke, nothing to laugh at. Everyone at school started to call him "Fat Chad," and he didn't care. Actually his nickname is in the obituaries in our local newspaper. He of course was really overweight. He didn't know then but he had something wrong with him. It wasn't serious that I know of, I just can't think of what it was. Basically whatever he had it was keeping him fat. He also was born with a claw for one of his hands, so I see why he was the way he was in high school.

I finally got to see the real Chad, awhile ago when his step sister had a sweet 16 birthday party. After almost everyone had left, we started playing some stupid girly game and he joined in and was such a good sport about it. He didn't complain and he wasn't his usual jackass self. That was the night when I started to be a lot nicer to him. I realized he wasn't a jerk, it was just a front.

A couple of years after high school he asked me to be his friend on myspace. Since I had lost touch with his step sister I really didn't hear anything about him. At first when I was looking at his profile I didn't know who he was. I thought it was one of those hackers or something. But then I started to notice his facial features and realized the "fat chad" I knew in high school lost a huge amount of weight. I had heard he worked his ass off to lose all that weight, that he had changed his life considerably around, he was the Chad I knew who was inside the "fat chad."

His funeral is this Friday at 10 am. I don't think I am going to go, but I'm getting a card to send to his step mother and father. It sucks that he was taken so early, and I am amazed at how much he has accomplished in his life, and that he took the time to change his life around for the better. I know he's in heaven having a good old time. I'm keeping his family in my prayers for awhile because I know what it is like to lose someone so close. But only time will heal.

Goodbye Chad, RIP!

I just got back, a couple of hours ago, from celebrating my sister’s last night out as an unmarried woman. I’m the maid of honor and my main duty was to take care of the bachelorette party.

About a week ago I had booked a hotel online from their own website. The pictures of the hotel and room looked nice, and the price was excellent as well. Was it too good to be true? Hell, yes it was! We had decided to get to the hotel before check in time so we could enjoy the nice sun and pool. Once we got our “keys” I went straight for the room, hoping it would be a nice place. The first thing that was bad was our room was right next to the elevator. I mean as soon as you stepped out of the elevator you turned right and there it was. Once you opened the door, there was another door behind and you finally stepped in the room. It was much tinier than I had expected. It said on the internet that it would fit 6 adults, what a lie. The first bedroom had one queen size bed in it. All you could fit was the bed and a little dresser. You couldn’t even fit your bags in there or it would be overcrowded. The bathroom would only fit one person in it at a time and I won’t begin to tell you how small it was, you should already know. The couch was a leather 80’s couch, which I wouldn’t even put in my dorm room back in college. Everything was too small and fitting 8 people comfortably was quite a stretch.

One room smelled like poop, there were stains on the carpet, needless to say it needed a major makeover. My sister was not happy with the room either, and I was not going to force her to stay in a place that not only she didn’t like, but I didn’t like as well.

We split up, she went to see if we could upgrade our room or get our money back and I went on a hunt to find a hell of a lot better hotel. As I was being taken by the manager of the nicer hotel to see the rooms and prices, my sister called me. She told me  that there the manager stated there were no upgrades to our room and it was the best they had, they were fully booked and had no other room to put us in, that he would not refund us our money, and that she had told him the pictures online didn’t look like the room and was very unhappy with it. He (a manager from the crappy hotel) told them to bring him pictures of the hotel from the internet and we were to show him what we were talking about. She then told me that they had moved us from our original room to a new one, which made no sense since “they were fully booked”, and that the kitchen wasn’t as nice as the old one but the room was a little better.

I personally knew better and decided that it was time to get my money back. The new hotel I had found was a million times nicer and better and only $20 dollars more than the last room. I sent my friend in to yell at the horrible manager and to get my money back. She’s a “bulldog” when it comes to those things. She came out with the refund and we were set to leave.

The rest of the night went wonderfully. Our hotel was beautiful, the beds were oh so comfy, and it smelled nice. The manager of the new hotel was a “God” compared to the “Devil” at the bad hotel. It seriously couldn't have gone any better, with the exception of the god awful hotel.

I’ve been writing bad reviews for the bad hotel and good reviews for the good hotel. I just don’t understand coming from customer service how some people think they can treat their guests however they want. I plan on writing more reviews and to the owner or "big man" at the bad hotel.

Oh and I have learned a lesson, never book a hotel off the pictures on the internet!!!!!

I'm sitting here feeling like every year around the same time I have the urge to get on tblog and make a plan to start blogging again. I started on tblog probably around 2003 and stopped blogging about a year and a half later. I had a great deal of things going on then, turning 21, going to college, drinking, partying, dealing with roommates, being in a relationship, I think the list goes on forever.
I stopped blogging because I had quite a few problems with one of my roommates, and I was venting on here, because I really had no one to vent to at the time. If I vented to another roommate it would most likely get back to the girl I was talking about.
Somehow someway she found my blog. I know this because I would write certain things on here, and she would mention something about it. I also had a diary, which she found as well, so I was pretty much screwed.
Eventually her relationship with everyone in the house went downhill fast. She decided to move out with her boyfriend so the conflict would no longer be there. Somehow I later found myself in the almost same predicament as her. How could I choose between my friends and my boyfriend? It was hard, but I couldn't live where we were living any longer becauseI snuck my dog in and had lived in the place for almost a year without getting caught. I wasn't planning to push it anymore so I left.
My boyfriend and I moved back home and now live in a 3 bedroom place that's not too shabby! We have two dogs. Diesel is a girl german shepherd, rottweiler and chow mix. She could be more than just that, I guess she is pure mutt!  

And Hummer we just got in the beginning of April. She's an american bulldog mix!! 
Brian and I have been together since June 2005, so our 2 year anniversary is right around the corner! I'm just dumbfounded about being with someone for 2 years. I do hope there are many more to come. We've talked about getting engaged so hopefully he'll pop the question in the next year or so!
My sister's wedding is next weekend. Her bachelorette party is this coming Saturday! I'm so excited to go out and get some drinks! I haven't done that in awhile since we got the new one!
Oh there is so much to do and say, and as of today I promise I'll be back to post more. I want people coming back to my blog to hear what my big old mouth has to say!!! So be ready for me!!!