Ring the Alarm!

Time's up! Tomorrow's the big day... if I can make it until then. My insides are about to explode with nerves, anxiety, and excitement. I've made out my very extensive and thoroughly thought out to-do list for this evening along with my packing list. I'm trying to get all of my ducks in a row, so to speak, before tomorrow rolls around. I'm fairly certain I have never created such a packing list before. But as I've said previously, everything has to be perfect. I am bound and determined to not let the bitches get to me this time. You see, as much of a bad ass as I make myself sound here on occasion, I do end up in tears at least once every time I'm around them. But never in front of them. Fear not. They're just unbelievable for the most part. I've yet to figure out exactly what I ever did to make them hate me with the fury in which they do, but hey, nothing I can do about it now... Therefore, this time around, I'm feeling good about me, I'm excited about seeing those that I haven't seen in far too long, and basically, they can kiss my ass.

We'll see how far that attitude gets me. Hopefully through the entire weekend. If not, I'm sure you'll hear about it either way. I do believe, however that this go around, I have planned everything out to the simplest detail. I'm being the perfect party planner with the cutest favors ever... that were dirt cheap... I have the best gifts for this shower, even though I'd rather not give them to either of the brides-to-be as I'd prefer to not think of them laced about in lingerie. But that's not the point. The point is that they're cute, they're from me and I am Classy 2.0. ha. Once again, I've said, it certainly hasn't hurt to maintain such a full and confident attitude when I'm lighter on the scales and slimmer in the waist line. I still have quite a ways to go, but they won't know that until they see me again when these actual weddings take place this summer.

In any case, wish me luck. I know I've asked for it before, but as this week has been dragging ever so slowly along, my nerves and blood pressure have risen quite a bit. I'm looking forward to the positives. Mr. Perfect says, "The only things you HAVE to do in life are pay taxes and die, everything else is a WANT to." He tells me to screw obligation basically. This line of conversation always takes place when I tell him I have to be cordial to these catty bitches, or worse, hang out with them when other sisters are present. He hates them, by the way. But nevertheless, I will be at least attempting to follow such wise words. It's about time that I do what I want to do when I'm back in a place that I called home before they did. Another piece of advice he lends that I will most definitely be following and that I've shared with IG, "You've earned the right to be conceited..." Now, out of context, I look like the bitch here, but I've worked hard and I plan on showing that off. Who wouldn't? That's what I thought. My feelings are, they need a jolt back into reality in knowing that they aren't as high and mighty as they think they are... might be good for them to see that they've gained every ounce I've lost. ha! Okay, I'm done.

Hope everyone else enjoys their weekend. I know it's a bit early, but mine begins tomorrow night after work. Look forward to many a story upon my return! Keep your fingers crossed for the reactions I crave!

Save the Drama for your Momma

...Or are the mommas the drama? Sometimes I can confuse the two. While not quite as dramatic as Real Housewives of Orange County, the moms around these parts can cook up plenty of their own drama. All people can I guess. I'm just in the middle of the current motherly madness and I don't really care to be.

If you're unaware, I am currently in the middle of wedding mayhem. My college roommate and sorority sister is getting married in May, another friend that I grew up with in my hometown church is getting married the very same day, another sorority sister is getting married at the end of this month, and yet another is getting married in July. Unreal. The focus for this blog, however, is the first two. You guessed it, the same day in May brides... And we're just to the showers here, people.

I've already volunteered to co-host a shower for my roommate with the rest of our sorority back at my Alma mater and my mother has already volunteered to throw the other same day in May bride a shower with fellow church-goers as her mother is one of my mother's best friends. Still with me? Both brides are taken care of by Classy's family. Doesn't seem like an issue, no? It shouldn't be. The issue breaks loose when my mother asked another mother at the church who is also throwing my roommate a shower (did I mention we all went to the same church growing up?) if she would like to do a joint shower as no one had offered to throw one at that point in time for the second same day in May bride. The other mother's reply was a simple 'no, I think they need their own, thanks though. I'm already throwing her a Pampered Chef shower.' ..that no one had so much as hinted about to my mother or I. I swear mothers can be so caddy. Not to mention my roommate's mother, who has pretty much snubbed my mother for months now as if she's done something terribly offensive, still hasn't put her cold walls down. I told my mom to forget about it. It wasn't her responsibility to throw two showers and at least she had offered.

I got an email today asking if it was okay for my mom to put my name as a co-host for the shower being thrown for the second same day in May bride. She was just checking, making sure it wouldn't be offensive to the roommate. My response being, 'I'm already throwing her a shower, Bride #2 deserves one just as equally as Bride #1.' In my head I know this is what my roommate would agree to. Just in case, however, I asked her. She of course said, 'No I wouldn't be offended at all, you know that. What's important is that you'll be standing next to me on May .. and that's all I care about. Bride #2's mom has been making a bigger deal out of this same day stuff than I think necessary, but we'll talk about that later.' Seriously? More momma drama! Bride #1's mother, however, I can just see it now... Drama. She'll be offended at some point down the road that Mom-o-Classy threw a personal shower for Bride #2 and not Bride #1 who lived with her daughter for four years. Whatever. People worry too much. And they will always always always find something to bitch about. Something that someone did wrong or didn't do at all. In my opinion, they'll both get presents, they'll both have their ceremonies, and at the end of May, it'll all be said and done. Women take things so personally sometimes. I mean to an extent, I'll understand, but this wedding madness is getting ridiculous.

Maybe being young and un-wed has left me naive and inexperienced. I suppose I have some growing up to do, right? ha. Whatever.