i'm a professional stylist and makeup artist and i'm into coffee, coffee, coffee, movies, sweets, animals, atheism, pizza, tattoos, dancing, yoga, exercise, france... and coffee.
don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT
Lots of beer.
Lots of drunken games.
Lots of singing.
My cousin in law (is that a thing?) is French and my uncle is French Canadian. Picked up some French dirty words.
Accumulated some new French films. Operation immerse myself in French before French 201 starts up in August in effect.
Charleston bound til Sunday.
Praise the spaghetti monster.
I need to get away.
Wedding Planning 101
I’m gonna give you a very valuable lesson in wedding planning guys. Brace yourselves.
It seems so obvious… But here’s the most important rule: DO IT HOW YOU WANT, AND ONLY HOW YOU WANT, AND FUCKING STICK TO THAT PLAN.
I’m very much the type of person that marches to the beat of her own drum and I’m comfortable in that.
I’d found a very small, very inexpensive venue. My fiancé hated it because we’d have had to have been outside. I wavered on that. I wavered on catering. I wavered on so much…
But most stressfully, I wavered with this girl over guilt. At the time I became engaged I’d only known this girl for about a month. Mind you, I’d been dating my fiancé at that point for 9 years. This girl and I had been spending a fair amount of time together at that point, but I’d only known her for about a month. I’m going to say it one more time… I HAD ONLY KNOWN HER FOR A MONTH. To date, I’ve still only known her for about 10 months.
At any rate, the first order of business for me was selecting my bridal party. I had made my mind up to choose 7 girls. I didn’t really want a number of girls that large, but that was just as far as my heart would allow me to narrow it down.
Rhonda is my matron of honor, my fiancé’s sister, and I’ve known her for about 11 years. I was her Maid of Honor when she got married. She lives next door to me. We are family.
Laura and Karla both I’ve known for about 2 years now and those two probably keep in closer contact with me than almost any of my other friends.
Erin, Mary, and Denise are family to me. I’ve known them my whole life. Literally. At one point in the past my mom was married to Erin and Mary’s dad (aka Denise’s uncle).
Jess B and I lived across the street from each other from the time we were 1 til we were 18. We were on the same dance team. We grew up more akin to sisters than friends.
I even included two honorary bridesmaids…my 17 year old cousin and Kerri. I have known Kerri since we were babies, and the only reason she’s not a full blown bridesmaid is because she lives two and a half hours away and she stays insanely busy.
This girl made me feel as though she was so incredibly hurt that I did not include her in my bridal party. I mean, I felt like a shit human being for it. So, even when I had not known her for even two months, I made her an honorary bridesmaid.
Since then, she has treated one of my cousins poorly, posted pictures online I had clearly asked her not to, tried to manipulate me into getting in a fight with my close friends, treated my cousin’s wife embarrassingly poorly, and caused me nothing but stress and drama.
In the past 4 months she’s contacted me once for sure (maaaaaybe twice) just asking how I was doing. Two or three times she contacted me wanting her hair done or wanted hair advice. I have not seen her in 4 months.
Just now, she messages me and asks “hey lady, do you still want me to be one of your honorary bridesmaids? =”
#1. I really don’t want to deal with this. I have SO FUCKING MUCH on my plate that’s already stressing me. I just am having a complete aversion to this message. I don’t want to touch it with a 10 foot pole.
#2. If you have to ask something like that…you should probably be able to guess the appropriate answer.
I am trying my best to be nice about it, mostly because she’s the type that puts every thought that pops into her head onto her Facebook and she will definitely put me on blast and cause drama. I swear, I’ve NEVER in my life experienced so much drama as when she danced into my life. She thrives on drama.
Why won’t she just go away and stay away?
I have waited 10 goddamn years to get married. More than anything I want to ENJOY this occasion and she’s making it very difficult.I’m already dealing with guilt every time I turn around because I get so scared that people will get hurt that I wasn’t able to invite them. I don’t know how to handle this fucking shit. I am a nice person. I’m a nice person probably to a fault. I will give you the shirt off my back even if you already have one. I openly admit I can be a fucking doormat cause I’m just too damn nice. I’m supposed to feel excited about my day. This shit is making me hate wedding planning.
Golden rule of wedding planning…stick to your fucking plan. YOUR fucking plan.