Blarg.
*hides behind her computer* It was just supposed to be a quiet, quick, simplistic and easy wedding. I had it all figured out, no less than 50 people, very small.
I realized this looking at previous entries, and am suprised at how large it's grown. Now for 200-300, with everything from a reserved hotel block to a few large fried turkeys. The other day I was forced into picking a door to come in at the reception, and point out where we were going to walk from point A to point B. There's all this crap- and I mean crap- that I didn't even want in the first place, and now I'm wondering how the flying fuck I let it get this big.
Gah. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to pay for so much of it. Too bad Dad has to be a dick- and on that subject, he's sunk to a new low. I guess Grandma had a big auction Sunday, and dad threw in a bunch of Tyler's stuff, like his reloader, decoys, colapsable blind and the like. His son is in fucking Iraq, and he sells his stuff. When I see him next- and I've been trying, believe me- I'm going to bitch at him until he leaves. Grarg.
Sigh. Not to mention I'm still screwed on bridesmaids (unless Jamie comes down here, muwahaha). Which remindes me- just in case- if there's anyone who is planning on renting a hotel room, tell me, because I've got a block reserved that's cheaper, and barely a block away from the reception site.
And a reminder for myself- go to target and take off that lamp before Bill realizes it, hehe. That was the most fun part of planning so far, using the scan gun.
And now I'm going to get back to work, and hope I have time to get back on the computer soon. Stuff to do and whatnot.
I realized this looking at previous entries, and am suprised at how large it's grown. Now for 200-300, with everything from a reserved hotel block to a few large fried turkeys. The other day I was forced into picking a door to come in at the reception, and point out where we were going to walk from point A to point B. There's all this crap- and I mean crap- that I didn't even want in the first place, and now I'm wondering how the flying fuck I let it get this big.
Gah. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to pay for so much of it. Too bad Dad has to be a dick- and on that subject, he's sunk to a new low. I guess Grandma had a big auction Sunday, and dad threw in a bunch of Tyler's stuff, like his reloader, decoys, colapsable blind and the like. His son is in fucking Iraq, and he sells his stuff. When I see him next- and I've been trying, believe me- I'm going to bitch at him until he leaves. Grarg.
Sigh. Not to mention I'm still screwed on bridesmaids (unless Jamie comes down here, muwahaha). Which remindes me- just in case- if there's anyone who is planning on renting a hotel room, tell me, because I've got a block reserved that's cheaper, and barely a block away from the reception site.
And a reminder for myself- go to target and take off that lamp before Bill realizes it, hehe. That was the most fun part of planning so far, using the scan gun.
And now I'm going to get back to work, and hope I have time to get back on the computer soon. Stuff to do and whatnot.