My family back home is driving me nutty, and with everthing going on between my Mom and step Dad, I can barely talk to anyone without getting pissed off or crying over something that I will never be able to change. My fiance’s family is not much better (well a little). ANYWAY, we were both talking this past weekend about just going to get married..lets just do it..he said..I am not the type of girl who dreamed of a fairytale weddiing with 45 bridesmaids and 14 flower girls. I just wanted and prayed for God to bless me with a good man who would love me even when it got rough. I wanted a family and yes, I do want one of those marriages that stand the test of time. Well, I have received my blessing; I have this man, and now he has proposed and wants me as his wife. I have thought about all the drama that is gonna happen by going back to Bama to have the wedding, and this is not to mention the cost of the wedding. I can think of other ways I would spend this $8-10,000.00 (like on a house). Well, We spent a good bit of timing discussing a court house wedding; I think this might be a good idea for us. I just want to be his wife..plain and simple. I love this man and I love my son. It is important to me to include my Mom, sisters, and brother, but I also feel like this is my day they should be okay with traveling to Chicago for one day. right? I don’t know. I will probably get a lecture on how I should have a simple wedding back home to invite the family. Why?? I believe my Mom and brother would be okay with it..My sisters are a question mark. I know my best friend would come up, and thats it..(a ew friends from Chicago too) Well, I have blabbered a bit, but my main question is What WOULD I WEAR TO A COUT HOUSE WEDDING…I still want to be beautiful, and amaze my fiance when he sees me standing across from him…If you are gonna post mean thoughts about how I should have a wedding and its about getting the families togeather..Don’t I will hear that from my family…
I’m thinking it’s your and J’s day; therefore, you have it wherever and however you want.
Invite who you want, maybe set up/ pay for cheap motel rooms for them.
As for the courthouse wedding: wear what you want. A suit and a really nice dress (you can rent a tux, can you rent fancy dresses?).
Also, I can’t remember who at this time, but a coworker at the Part-time job rented this great place that is just south of the Loop with a view of the lake or a park or something, some city catering hall or something. Check out the Cheney Mansion in Oak Park, or I’ll ask my friends about where they got married under a tent. It was nice an cheap.
“We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world-a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us… No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we’ll kill you.”—
Christ. I was recently forced to pull something from the YM achieves up for somebody I know who lives in Chicago, and spent the next twenty minutes laughing, loudly. This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read in my life.
Any fellow Chicagoians care to join in on the 21 comments?
Okay, I’m guessing that I have approximately 969 pages to catch up on now that I’m back home; therefore, if all you interesting people who I am following could ease up on their posting for like 3 days, it would be ever so greatly appreciated.
All right! Which one of you just shouted, “STFU!”?
our security guard was outside in our parking lot on break. There was a glass bottle in the lot and he gently kicked it over to the side and the damn thing blew up in his face. He had glass and blood all over his face. All of CPD and the Hazardouos people were out at my job today. They took the bottle out for testing. I will find out more tomorrow. This sh** is scary.
WTF?!? I leave the country for, like, ONE WEEK, and you go and start blowing stuff up?!?!?!!
Taking a break and resting my sore, throbbing legs and back.
I walked the Hell out of Old Town today. From the end of Prince Street (past The Royal British Hotel), across the North Bridge, up the Royal Mile, cut south at the Castle, looped around some such street and got turned around and stumbled upon the The Sex Shop, the Western Strip Club and the famous Burke and Hare!
Plans for to-night, baby!
(whenever I get lost in a stange city I always stumble upon strip joints or hookers. No, I don’t know why)
Got my directions straight again.
Past The Monster Mash (ate there last time, very yummy). Slipped up some close back to The Royal Mile, and followed it all the way down to Hollyrood Palace and the Parliment Building, shopping for souveniers all the way.
Now I sit at Mike’s office, Tumbling and resting while he does some freelance hack work (his words!).
man next to me in gate k16 lounge listened to Dokken REALLY loud on headphones.
watched two of the cutest kids playing “cards” on the floor.
airplane food, not really too bad. (AA).
not so much sleep on plane as possibley hallucinating about sleeping on plane.
Heathrow Airport should be renamed Heathen Row Airport; their connecting flight gate board sucks. Do they only figure out what gate my connecting flight is going to board at only 20 minutes before we take off???
The Doctor was nice enough to pick me up at EDI.
Scottish cats are just as cute as American cats (Hi, Boomer, Simon, and Annie!)
I miss my Lilly.
Jetlag is a bitch; I totally slept all day yesterday.
Edinburgh-ians are nice to tourists asking directions, and will even stick around for a conversation (i.e. complain about the new tram being built which has completely blocked off Prince Street and fucked all their morning commutes)
John Pierce is a cozy pub.
Italian food is yummy.
I think Deuchar beer is the Busch of the U.K.?
Remind self to look up episodes of Black Book TV shows on Hulu or something…Dylan Moran is funny.
Finally saw Shaun of the Dead, not bad!
After ten o’clock, you can watch soft-core porn on ITV 424 and 425. U.K. TV FTW!!!!
I’ve slept with a different cat each night so far…don’t tell Lilly…I must be a closet kitty whore :-(
Must. pull myself. away from Tumblr! Now!
Off to Old Town for tourist fun! Might sneak a pint at End of the World. Then meeting Mike at The Cask & Barrel to (pretend to) watch a soccer — er, I mean football match. Maybe West Ham vs. The Somebodies. Go Team!
Vietnam Song -- Country Joe and The Fish -- (sadly, still relevant, just change the country)
Well, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He’s got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it’s five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain’t no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow, Why man, this is war au-go-go There’s plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade, But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong.
And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it’s five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain’t no time to wonder why Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let’s move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Now you can go out and get those reds 'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come.
And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it’s five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain’t no time to wonder why Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate To send your sons off before it’s too late. And you can be the first ones in your block To have your boy come home in a box.
And it’s one, two, three What are we fighting for ? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it’s five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain’t no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.