We were talking about our mom's wedding music tonight at Pizza Night. And I found out that we have to dance to Trace Adkins for the first dance. My God this is going to be painful.
It also has pointed out to me that my mom is becoming a podunk hillbilly. House in Pataskala? Check. Trace Adkins obsession? Check. Chevy Truck and mullet? Coming soon!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wedding infuriation
My mom's wedding is a week and a half away. She just now got the wording to print on the invitations to me. She tried this weekend when I didn't have time/didn't want to spend my birthday making invites, and now she is blaming me for the fact that her guests are going to get them the day before the wedding, if not after.
All my life, my mom has taken her good old fucking time with everything and expects everyone around her to compensate. Its not fair. I will not be blamed for this, I tried to get her to do this a loooong time ago. She takes a week and a half to GET THE WORDING DOWN, but I am expected to get these in the mail by the end of the week. Really?
Why can't my mom just get things done? She can't even postpone it. Because who cares if anyone besides the Krichbaums are there...she doesn't care about her family being there at all. God, what a trainwreck.
All my life, my mom has taken her good old fucking time with everything and expects everyone around her to compensate. Its not fair. I will not be blamed for this, I tried to get her to do this a loooong time ago. She takes a week and a half to GET THE WORDING DOWN, but I am expected to get these in the mail by the end of the week. Really?
Why can't my mom just get things done? She can't even postpone it. Because who cares if anyone besides the Krichbaums are there...she doesn't care about her family being there at all. God, what a trainwreck.
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