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.

Don't Toy With My Emotions

No, Seriously. Let us review. This weekend, as you read previously, was fantastic. Not only was the company wonderful, but the weather, the food, the shopping... everything. But especially the weather. After a long day of spending too much money and fighting too many crowds, it was so lovely to come home and enjoy a beverage on the back porch, watching the sun set into the breezy, yet still warm, night sky. It. Was. Perfect. I was finally at peace. One of my favorite seasons was in full effect. Spring time. Temperatures in the 70s, sun shining in all of its glory, blue skies, cool winds,... the whole nine yards. Perfection. Up until Tuesday, when the high was 80 degrees here in the city, l was blissfully content.

Fast forward to this morning. Recall, two days ago, 80 degrees and sunny. This morning... 38 and sleeting as I drive to work. What. the. Hell?

My sentiments exactly! As I sit here, watching the snow fall outside of my window at work, this picture perfectly sums up my emotions. I can understand rain in the Spring. This was in the forecast for the rest of the week, that's fine. Rain and 50s, fine. Rain, sleet, snow, and temperatures in the 30s? Seriously? No words can explain the irritation. I should've known, I suppose. I have an album of pictures from last spring entitled "When Your Spring Time is Bi-Polar." So, I suppose that this was the case last year as well, but I simply cannot recall sunshine and 80 degree weather back to back with sleet and 30 degree weather. Not. Okay. At. All!

In conclusion, all that I ask oh City Weather is to please, please, for the love of all that is good, stop toying with my emotions! It's simply not humorous. Not in the least.

Spring Fever!

Yesterday's weather left me with a serious case of Spring Fever. With highs reaching the lower 60s in the city and the sun being out with all of its glory in a big blue sky, this morning's freezing rain has quickly jolted me back into the realities of February. Gross. Is it only February? I am so ready for Spring. For so many reasons.

First and foremost, the weather. As Spring is probably my favorite season as far as weather goes, with a close second being Summer only when I'm able to lay by the pool or frequent the beaches of Florida, I have been longing all morning for Mr. Groundhog to tell me that it's quickly approaching. Well, Phil from PA let me down. Poor thing saw his shadow which means 6 more long weeks for this terrible wintery chill. Boo.

Another reason to look forward to Spring? Flip flops. I suppose they coincide with the weather aspect, but busting out the flip flops and spring wear always brightens my spirits. Especially this year as I plan to look more smashing for mini skirt and tank top seasons. As I'm working my ass off currently to do so, I suppose I'll be feeling pretty damn good about being me by then. Hopefully.

Along with that, wedding season. On the calender so far, I have three to attend and one to participate in. Whether I'm looking forward to the actual weddings or the reactions I'm seeking from people who haven't seen my current transformation, you take your pick. In any case, I do enjoy weddings especially because right now, they're not mine. Young and free is the way to be at this point in my life anyway. I have nothing against anyone getting married at my age or even starting families if they so desire, trust me I know many who have already done so, but it's not in the cards for Classy quite yet. And I like it that way. But attending the festivities of others... that's a different story. I'm always a fan of a party. Just make it a good one. Verdicts are still out on how "good" these particular weddings will be, but once again, I'll be feeling good, so it's a positive attitude exuding from my end. Eyes bright, smile on, waist line smaller... You with me? Good.

Anyway, they got snow back home today. My mom asked this morning if we had gotten any here as I suppose we were predicted to. None yet to report. Sun's still bright even though morning rains brought my Spring temperatures back down. At this point in the season, if you're not going to give me enough snow to get me out of work, just give me the sun. And warm it back up so I can get these children outside for the love of all that is good! I don't mean to whine, I'm just day dreaming away. Bring on the Spring. Please!