Yes, today was a bad news day. Don't get me wrong, it didn't start that way though. Actually it started great, I didn't wake up with the tummy ache I went to bed with, the kids weren't attempting World War 2,152,1021.1 and I got some housework done. That said, it was a good day!
Then.............
Matt goes to work at 4:30, gets sent home. We're fired! Seems that we missed a "mandatory meeting". Um... well I didn't realize it was this week.. I had wrote it down from the sign as next week, obviously a simple human error and not that we intended to blow it off. For the record, we've never missed a meeting yet! Also for the record, there are many of our former co-workers that do not attend them, and the common phrase heard round the world to them? "Oh don't worry bout it, we'll work you in some other time" etc, etc. But we saw this coming, obviously.
So now, after the momentary panic and hyperventilating, I'm doing better. I have many things I can count my blessings on and even though I've been job hunting for months now with no luck, I'm certain things will pan out soon! Just gotta keep my head up and my faith strong. I have to say, probably my favorite thing that came out of the mighty King was "Spread the word" meaning for Matt to tell me I was fired. LMAO!!!
I'm sorry, but seriously? You're not man enough to fire me yourself? Hahahahahaha!!!! If only the rest of the town could see and experience the King that those of us he's shat on have seen. But we all know how it is, you kiss enough ass in this world and while those you've kissed think you smell like roses, the rest of us normal people can smell the shit on your breath! I just have to console myself with allowing Karma to do her job. What you dish out will eventually come back on you tenfold.. enjoy!! Bon appetite!!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tales from the Screwed up Side
I know there are a lot of folks wondering what's going on, why I have posted the things I have on FB and why I deleted so many from my friends list. There is a method to my madness.
I had to delete everyone from my FB friends that I work with, with the exception of 2 folks because everything I say and do has been misinterpreted by my bosses, which is bogus crap. I don't know who I can trust at work anymore, as so many are ass-kissing backstabbers. This shouldn't surprise me considering it's Pike County after all, and no one has anything better to do.
In a nutshell, I have been yelled at and ambushed by the bigwigs. Accused of bogus shit. Allegedly I'm making out with my fiance, being a shitty manager, everyone supposedly complains about me and my work performance.. etc, etc. So they decided to cut my hours to the point I can't pay my bills and put food on the table.
Isn't it enough that most of the folks at work are on food stamps? I mean, god-forbid we get paid a living wage, get raises, or Gasp! full time. But don't bother complaining, not even to corporate cause they just don't care. So many complaints in, so few being taken seriously.
I've worked retail most of my life, I love it. I've had good bosses, I've had shitty ones... but here lately, what I've been dealt with really takes the cake. I can honestly say what I'm dealing with is totally new to me and completely shocking. The stories I've heard from the veterans of that store are absolutely appalling! I can't imagine why people are allowed to treat employees the way they do, and why no one has the guts to file complaints and grievances! I used to love my bosses, my job, and had begun to think about seriously staying in the area... but not now. I was snowballed, plain and simple.
I had to delete everyone from my FB friends that I work with, with the exception of 2 folks because everything I say and do has been misinterpreted by my bosses, which is bogus crap. I don't know who I can trust at work anymore, as so many are ass-kissing backstabbers. This shouldn't surprise me considering it's Pike County after all, and no one has anything better to do.
In a nutshell, I have been yelled at and ambushed by the bigwigs. Accused of bogus shit. Allegedly I'm making out with my fiance, being a shitty manager, everyone supposedly complains about me and my work performance.. etc, etc. So they decided to cut my hours to the point I can't pay my bills and put food on the table.
Isn't it enough that most of the folks at work are on food stamps? I mean, god-forbid we get paid a living wage, get raises, or Gasp! full time. But don't bother complaining, not even to corporate cause they just don't care. So many complaints in, so few being taken seriously.
I've worked retail most of my life, I love it. I've had good bosses, I've had shitty ones... but here lately, what I've been dealt with really takes the cake. I can honestly say what I'm dealing with is totally new to me and completely shocking. The stories I've heard from the veterans of that store are absolutely appalling! I can't imagine why people are allowed to treat employees the way they do, and why no one has the guts to file complaints and grievances! I used to love my bosses, my job, and had begun to think about seriously staying in the area... but not now. I was snowballed, plain and simple.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Ever Feel Like Giving Up?
Title says it all, eh?
It's my birthday.
It's been a week from hell.
Thought today would be better....
but it went to hell in a handbasket fast.
I'm sorry I'm not good enough,
I'm sorry you feel I don't do a good enough job.
I'm sorry I love my children
I'm sorry my feelings, emotions, and questions are too much for you.
I guess I want too much out of life,
I want
to work
to play
to enjoy my kids
to enjoy my family
to never be homeless again
Yet...
it's too much to ask
Don't worry about me
I'll make it somehow
Attack me if you must,
Yell, scream, accuse
All while I stay calm and try to explain myself...
...my words
....my thoughts
.... my questions
I don't expect you to care
I'm not one of "them"
And I never want to be
I just want to care for my loved ones without judgement
To be treated as an equal...
But again, I ask too much and for that...
I apologize
I recant
I absolve you of your guilt in this matter
I take all blame,
all responsibility..
...For I am human, I make mistakes, even I
I'm sorry I don't fit your mold..
Your expectations...
Your desires...
Your hopes...
I wish thee the best...
..
...
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Restaurant Review
Yesterday was a day from hell, or at least most of it was. There was a bright shining moment of hilarity that I just felt I had to share.
Have you ever wanted to critique a restaurant? Perhaps be a judge of the fine cuisine, dining atmosphere? I think I'm going to take a stab at it now and delight you with tales from the inbred side. LOL!
Sweetie & my day had not gone smoothly, we were supposed to do some relatively minor stops to gather necessary items for my birthday dinner I plan to make myself but alas, the day went into the crapper. By 2pm, we were hungry, exhausted and grumpy. Seeing as we were already in Pleasant Hill, and there being only one place in this town that provides sustenance, we went to Pam's. Now for those that don't know what Pam's is... allow me to enlighten you.
Pam's is a small little building that resembles the delightful double wides often seen in trailer parks. You enter and seats, bar stools, etc are crammed into a tight and cramped space. They allegedly have very good food, which I was hungry enough to give them a try. The walls and floors were grubby, the wait staff appeared to be extras from the Addicted show on TLC (perhaps meth?), the cook looked rough around the edges and I thought for sure the owner was Sasquatch at first, until she turned around and I was graced with a view of four sets of breasts, front and back, and a wonderful moustache. Not exactly a locale that inspires visions of culinary delight.
We place our order and wait. I was pleasantly surprised that our food was fast coming, and very tasty. As we start to see the bottoms of our plates, a young lady walks... nay stomps, in the front door and clomps her way to the Formica bar, flouncing onto a bar stool all the while appearing to have either a corn cob or a burr up her posterior end. She sneers and glares at the older man to her right, and the old woman to her left two bar stools down. The old man nicely asks her "Please scoot down, I don't want you to sit by me, I don't want trouble" to which if looks could kill, I do believe this old man would have died from a million arrows hurtling his way. The old lady pipes up "her mother is on her way in and will sit here" and the old man replies "I just don't want her to sit by me, I don't want trouble."
This is where it gets interesting! Young lady jumps off her bar stool, slings her massive purse onto her shoulder (I truly believe it's full of shoplifted items from the gas station down the road hehehe) and yells "I don't have to take this shit, forget the drink so-and-so" and proceeds to slam open the front door and stomp to her mothers car. Her mother, meanwhile, is already at the door and attempting to squeeze her rather rotund figure through the door. She yells after her daughter "What's the problem? What happened?" and then creates a small earthquake as she thunders towards the old man, yelling at him about how it's a free country.. her daughter can sit where she wants you stupid old man, etc etc.
This engaging scene continues for approximately two minutes, all the while Sweetie buries his face in his plate and shovels mouthfuls of food into his mouth, and I merely sit and enjoy the episode of Inbred Theater. Finally I can take no more and start to laugh, not just chuckles but large and loud belly laughter. The rotund mama glares at me, the patrons and staff look at me in shock and yet all I can do is roll with laughter. This situation went from a quiet lunch to dinner and a show. I felt I should give the performers some sign of how I viewed their performance! Madam Rotund stomps out of the building as we all hold onto our tables lest we be thrown to the ground from the aftershocks. I continue to laugh and remark as to how I've never seen anything like this up around Chicago. Of course I get my digs in about how "is this how the hillbilly population amuses themselves?" and "oh lawd that was absolutely hilarious!". We get up and I state how I think it's time to go before the sequel begins, thank the waitress for the dinner and movie, make a few more snotty comments about the performance and we leave.
All in all, this shining moment in Inbred history truly brightened my day.
Have you ever wanted to critique a restaurant? Perhaps be a judge of the fine cuisine, dining atmosphere? I think I'm going to take a stab at it now and delight you with tales from the inbred side. LOL!
Sweetie & my day had not gone smoothly, we were supposed to do some relatively minor stops to gather necessary items for my birthday dinner I plan to make myself but alas, the day went into the crapper. By 2pm, we were hungry, exhausted and grumpy. Seeing as we were already in Pleasant Hill, and there being only one place in this town that provides sustenance, we went to Pam's. Now for those that don't know what Pam's is... allow me to enlighten you.
Pam's is a small little building that resembles the delightful double wides often seen in trailer parks. You enter and seats, bar stools, etc are crammed into a tight and cramped space. They allegedly have very good food, which I was hungry enough to give them a try. The walls and floors were grubby, the wait staff appeared to be extras from the Addicted show on TLC (perhaps meth?), the cook looked rough around the edges and I thought for sure the owner was Sasquatch at first, until she turned around and I was graced with a view of four sets of breasts, front and back, and a wonderful moustache. Not exactly a locale that inspires visions of culinary delight.
We place our order and wait. I was pleasantly surprised that our food was fast coming, and very tasty. As we start to see the bottoms of our plates, a young lady walks... nay stomps, in the front door and clomps her way to the Formica bar, flouncing onto a bar stool all the while appearing to have either a corn cob or a burr up her posterior end. She sneers and glares at the older man to her right, and the old woman to her left two bar stools down. The old man nicely asks her "Please scoot down, I don't want you to sit by me, I don't want trouble" to which if looks could kill, I do believe this old man would have died from a million arrows hurtling his way. The old lady pipes up "her mother is on her way in and will sit here" and the old man replies "I just don't want her to sit by me, I don't want trouble."
This is where it gets interesting! Young lady jumps off her bar stool, slings her massive purse onto her shoulder (I truly believe it's full of shoplifted items from the gas station down the road hehehe) and yells "I don't have to take this shit, forget the drink so-and-so" and proceeds to slam open the front door and stomp to her mothers car. Her mother, meanwhile, is already at the door and attempting to squeeze her rather rotund figure through the door. She yells after her daughter "What's the problem? What happened?" and then creates a small earthquake as she thunders towards the old man, yelling at him about how it's a free country.. her daughter can sit where she wants you stupid old man, etc etc.
This engaging scene continues for approximately two minutes, all the while Sweetie buries his face in his plate and shovels mouthfuls of food into his mouth, and I merely sit and enjoy the episode of Inbred Theater. Finally I can take no more and start to laugh, not just chuckles but large and loud belly laughter. The rotund mama glares at me, the patrons and staff look at me in shock and yet all I can do is roll with laughter. This situation went from a quiet lunch to dinner and a show. I felt I should give the performers some sign of how I viewed their performance! Madam Rotund stomps out of the building as we all hold onto our tables lest we be thrown to the ground from the aftershocks. I continue to laugh and remark as to how I've never seen anything like this up around Chicago. Of course I get my digs in about how "is this how the hillbilly population amuses themselves?" and "oh lawd that was absolutely hilarious!". We get up and I state how I think it's time to go before the sequel begins, thank the waitress for the dinner and movie, make a few more snotty comments about the performance and we leave.
All in all, this shining moment in Inbred history truly brightened my day.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The B.S. of Illinois Child Support Enforcement Agency
Ok, for those of you who don't know... my ex-husband (Brian Phillips) hasn't paid court-ordered child support for nearly 6 years now. He works at the Purple Martin Inn in Griggsville, IL as a cook but apparently they are paying him cash under the table. How do I know he works there? Many of my co-workers eat there and see him cooking all the time.... his picture was in the paper as their cook, etc. So I contacted the Child Support Enforcement Agency here in wonderful (gag) Illinois and wanted answers. I emailed them FEBRUARY 25, 2010 and they are just now getting back to me today. Good lord!!! Here's what they said... read and gag along with me class. *sigh*
"Our records indicate staff who handle non-compliance issues have been in
contact with Mr. Phillips' employer. However, no payments have been
received for your case. Staff sent an Income Withholding Notice (IWN)
certified restricted and the certification was returned signed by the
employer. Non-compliance staff will determine the appropriate action to
be taken on your case.
Our records indicate your private attorney obtained a body attachment
against Mr. Phillips. You may wish to contact the sheriff in the county
where he resides regarding the body attachment.
As criterion is met, the non-custodial parent is automatically submitted
for every enforcement remedy available to us to collect the past due
support. These include the State and Federal Refund Offset Program,
Financial Institution Data Matches (FIDM), running tape matches with the
Credit Bureau, Department of Employment Security, Internal Revenue
Service, Secretary of State, Social Security Administration, suspension
of Illinois professional licenses and driver's license, placing liens on
real and personal property; collaborating with private collection
agencies; and reporting the debt to credit reporting agencies.
Until monies are received from our collection remedies, we cannot tell
you if or when monies will be collected through our enforcement tools.
The employer you provided has not provided any wage information to the
Illinois Department of Employment Security (IDES). If Mr. Phillips is
working for cash, enforcement becomes more difficult as there is no
paper trail to follow as there is with wages.
I understand how difficult it is to raise children without the benefit
of child support payments. We will continue to utilize all available
collection remedies to collect the support owed to you.
You may contact our Child Support Customer Service Call Center at
1-800-447-4278 to obtain a status of the actions being taken on your
case. When the call center is experiencing a high volume of calls, you
will be directed to call back at a later time.
Thank you.
Customer Service Unit / kga
Division of Child Support Enforcement
Healthcare and Family Services"
Lovely ain't it? We live in a state that doesn't give a rats ass about
custodial parent's rights!!!!!!!!
To add insult to injury, Pike County Sheriff's Department claims they
are too busy to arrest him since they'd have to transport him back
to Livingston County, plus "ma'am, this is a civil case and we don't
get involved in civil cases, contact your attorney" WHAT?!?!
Wedding Mania
Hard to believe, but our wedding is only 5 months away!! O.M.G.!!! That is of course, me stressing out.. hahaha! Honestly we haven't really done any planning so far. I think I found a dress, but it's on Ebay and of course, it's an auction (blech!) so hopefully I'll be able to get it when I have the money. I figure it this way.. I want comfy, easy, and casual. I do want flowers etc, but I don't want some crazy formal affair that stresses us to the point where we need to be medicated! LOL
I just wish I could find a good reception location. At first, I wanted to do a tent outdoor-style party, like a fun old fashioned family reunion. You know, the type where the men are hovering over the BBQ grills while the women are laughing at the men while the music is playing in the air and the kids are having a blast playing. But sadly, I was told we couldn't do it where we wanted and honestly, there's no where else that has the amenities the original place would have.
Is it wrong of me to not want to do it at a legion hall? Not that there's anything wrong with them, but I really don't want to have my reception in a place that looks like work, or worse, a high school cafeteria. I want a place with nice hardwood floors, maybe paneling on the walls (no, not the 70s style haha) and lights hanging from the ceiling (duh, chandeliers). But there's no where like that around here. *sigh*
I thought maybe I could decorate whatever place with an outdoor theme, but that's going to be too expensive.. so now it's back to the drawing board. I'm glad Sweetie is being patient with me, cause I despise wedding planning and I turn into a real bear when I have to do any of it. LOL, poor Sweetie!! Well, wish me luck... send me location suggestions, or just offer me a drink... anything at this point! Hahahaha!!
I just wish I could find a good reception location. At first, I wanted to do a tent outdoor-style party, like a fun old fashioned family reunion. You know, the type where the men are hovering over the BBQ grills while the women are laughing at the men while the music is playing in the air and the kids are having a blast playing. But sadly, I was told we couldn't do it where we wanted and honestly, there's no where else that has the amenities the original place would have.
Is it wrong of me to not want to do it at a legion hall? Not that there's anything wrong with them, but I really don't want to have my reception in a place that looks like work, or worse, a high school cafeteria. I want a place with nice hardwood floors, maybe paneling on the walls (no, not the 70s style haha) and lights hanging from the ceiling (duh, chandeliers). But there's no where like that around here. *sigh*
I thought maybe I could decorate whatever place with an outdoor theme, but that's going to be too expensive.. so now it's back to the drawing board. I'm glad Sweetie is being patient with me, cause I despise wedding planning and I turn into a real bear when I have to do any of it. LOL, poor Sweetie!! Well, wish me luck... send me location suggestions, or just offer me a drink... anything at this point! Hahahaha!!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Don't judge folks.. Part 2
The reception:
By now, Sweetie and I have went home.. I had a nervous breakdown and nuclear meltdown.. and we've headed to the river rat bar for the reception. Did I mention I really wasn't thrilled to be there? We only went cause Groomzilla promised Sweetie he'd pay for half the tux rental since we couldn't afford it. So we're there, the best man comes up and asks Sweetie why he's not in his tux anymore. Well... Groomzilla made it sound like everyone was changing before going to the party, so that's what we did! We got our food.... *snicker*... if you can call a hillbilly hoedown of pulled pork (which actually I like), baked beans, and 2 different potato salads and coleslaw... and one bag of chips, a reception meal. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I'm a snob and I don't care :P
So we eat, I go up to the bar to buy Sweetie a soda and myself a strong drink (I needed it!). As I walk back.. once again I hear comments of "pedophile" and "she shouldn't troll the high schools for her boyfriends, how disgusting!" and my favorite "she should be ashamed!" I just ignore it, although it cuts me to the bone and I really just want to go home and bawl my eyes out. I hint that I want to slow dance with Sweetie, but you know how guys are.. they aren't very good at catching hints :) so I just sit and wrap my arms around him, praying for the time we can leave. I just loved how folks I didn't even know actually had the balls to glare at me and make comments.
We go outside cause I needed a smoke, and when we came back in.. Sweetie's best friend's father made some snide and snarky remarks. (sweetie won't tell me what they were) That was the final straw... we left and went home.
Now for those of you who know me, you know I have a neurological disorder and if I get extremely stressed and my blood pressure rises, I go blind. To make a long story short, it happened. I was blind the entire next day and part of the day after that. I just want to thank the happy couple for texting Sweetie until all hours of the night, accusing him of not having a backbone and speaking for himself (no, it WASN'T me texting you, you stupid sots it really WAS him!) and causing us so much stress, grief, and heartbreak. I certainly hope you're happy with yourselves. We were not the immature ones, we did NOT ruin your wedding, and you can all happily go to hell. You ruined your own friendship with Sweetie through your own actions.
And for the record.... NEVER EVER call my family a "Pre-fab" family again!! Never talk about my children, or disrespect them in such a way again!! You are both rude, spoiled, stupid little children who have no business throwing stones. Lest you forget... Sweetie may have a "woman with baggage" but at least none of us gave birth to an illegitimate bastard and knocked some slut up while still in high school because you were either A.) too stupid to keep it in your pants, B.) too stupid to put on a condom/use birth control, and my personal favorite C.) so stupid you married the first idiot you banged.
Hmmm.... I feel so much better now. If you really want to throw stones at me, remember I have a bag with much bigger ones to throw at you!
By now, Sweetie and I have went home.. I had a nervous breakdown and nuclear meltdown.. and we've headed to the river rat bar for the reception. Did I mention I really wasn't thrilled to be there? We only went cause Groomzilla promised Sweetie he'd pay for half the tux rental since we couldn't afford it. So we're there, the best man comes up and asks Sweetie why he's not in his tux anymore. Well... Groomzilla made it sound like everyone was changing before going to the party, so that's what we did! We got our food.... *snicker*... if you can call a hillbilly hoedown of pulled pork (which actually I like), baked beans, and 2 different potato salads and coleslaw... and one bag of chips, a reception meal. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I'm a snob and I don't care :P
So we eat, I go up to the bar to buy Sweetie a soda and myself a strong drink (I needed it!). As I walk back.. once again I hear comments of "pedophile" and "she shouldn't troll the high schools for her boyfriends, how disgusting!" and my favorite "she should be ashamed!" I just ignore it, although it cuts me to the bone and I really just want to go home and bawl my eyes out. I hint that I want to slow dance with Sweetie, but you know how guys are.. they aren't very good at catching hints :) so I just sit and wrap my arms around him, praying for the time we can leave. I just loved how folks I didn't even know actually had the balls to glare at me and make comments.
We go outside cause I needed a smoke, and when we came back in.. Sweetie's best friend's father made some snide and snarky remarks. (sweetie won't tell me what they were) That was the final straw... we left and went home.
Now for those of you who know me, you know I have a neurological disorder and if I get extremely stressed and my blood pressure rises, I go blind. To make a long story short, it happened. I was blind the entire next day and part of the day after that. I just want to thank the happy couple for texting Sweetie until all hours of the night, accusing him of not having a backbone and speaking for himself (no, it WASN'T me texting you, you stupid sots it really WAS him!) and causing us so much stress, grief, and heartbreak. I certainly hope you're happy with yourselves. We were not the immature ones, we did NOT ruin your wedding, and you can all happily go to hell. You ruined your own friendship with Sweetie through your own actions.
And for the record.... NEVER EVER call my family a "Pre-fab" family again!! Never talk about my children, or disrespect them in such a way again!! You are both rude, spoiled, stupid little children who have no business throwing stones. Lest you forget... Sweetie may have a "woman with baggage" but at least none of us gave birth to an illegitimate bastard and knocked some slut up while still in high school because you were either A.) too stupid to keep it in your pants, B.) too stupid to put on a condom/use birth control, and my personal favorite C.) so stupid you married the first idiot you banged.
Hmmm.... I feel so much better now. If you really want to throw stones at me, remember I have a bag with much bigger ones to throw at you!
Don't judge folks unless you've walked in their shoes..
Yup, I do believe my title says it all. The basis for wanting to start a blog, and especially one with such a angry title? Well... I've had it basically, I'm tired of biting my tongue and being the better person. I guess it's my time to let it out, say what's on my mind and too bad, so sad for those who are offended or angered by my opinions. Wow, pretty confrontational, eh?
Background: My fiance is 12 years younger than I am, which according to some, makes me a cougar. So be it, I can roll with that and joke about it. Doesn't bother me in the least. What does bother me though, is how it's acceptable for a man to date and/or wed a woman who's 20 years younger... but when it's reversed, it's extremely unacceptable! I'm sick of the double standard!!
Case in point. He was a groomsman in a wedding (for a guy we thought was his friend). Now the bride and groom have never seemed to like me... oh well. Snub me if you must, I've been snubbed by better! The groom starts out being Groom-zilla from day one. Do this, do that.. come here, go there... and so on and so on. Bachelor party gets thrown one night, on a night we already had plans cause we didn't know about the party. Groomzilla texts him literally 15 minutes before the shin-dig.. telling him to get there. When my sweetie says "sorry, didn't know about it and we already have plans, I won't be able to make it", ole boy gets pissed and rants a bit. Sweetie blows it off... fine I will too. Then comes time to go get fitted for tuxes, not a word mentioned that the groomsmen will have to pay for the tux rentals. I ask Sweetie one day, "when's the rehearsal?" and he texts groomzilla. We're told "day before wedding" which makes sense.
Sweetie's mom gets taken to the hospital and has to have back surgery, which was completely outta the blue. Sweetie and I have to miss a day of work to watch his younger siblings, no prob. This means Sweetie has to work the day of the rehearsal... but the plan was for him to get off work with plenty of time to go. Shit hits the fan, night guy can't make it in... so sweetie has to work. Groomzilla gets pissed... starts ranting, bitching and moaning cause Sweetie can't/won't leave work w/o permission (god forbid he be a responsible adult!). So now Groomzilla is in a major rant and ready to sink his teeth into both of us (cause you know, it's all my fault). He then gets SUPER pissed cause Sweetie won't come spend the night with him in white trash heaven. Awww tough shit dude, he has a family!
So we go to the church the day of the big event, getting there early so Sweetie can be walked thru what is expected of him. No worries. Of course, I'm sitting there in a pew, minding my own business and smiling.. being pleasant to all. I get glared at by none other than Groomzilla! He's being snotty when he says to no one in particular... "Where's ---- at?" (meaning Sweetie). I smile, tell him he looks very nice in his tux and explain that Sweetie is helping one of the groomsmen with his cuff links in the bathroom. What do I get for my efforts? Yet another hateful look. Mind you, this occurs the entire afternoon from both sides of the hillbilly party from hell. (oh yeah, the tuxes had CAMOUFLAGE vests and ties! LMAO!! Stupid rednecks) The only decent folk there was the groom's mother, who I feel sorry for.. poor, sweet lady dealing with such a jackass of a son!
So... the wedding is very nice, well done I must say. As the couple from hell walks back up the aisle, I get another wonderful round of glares... all hail the reining hillbilly moronic couple! (yes that's exactly what was running thru my head while I smiled sweetly at them!) They do a receiving line, haven't seen one of those since my grandparents renewed their vows in the 80's! LOL! Anywho... I wait my turn in line, so I can tell Sweetie that I'm gonna step outside for a smoke. As I come down the lane, I hear snickers and a few snide remarks.. my favorite being "pedophile!" and "disgusting how she's dating such a younger man". I stiffen my back and shove my nose into the air.. making my way to Sweetie. I give him a hug, smiling at the other groomsmen, telling them all that they looked very handsome. I walk to the door, completely bypassing the bride and groom. They look shocked, but I know that if I were to come up to them, to congratulate them and then get more abuse.. I'd probably start a scene... so I did what I thought was best and walked away.
Background: My fiance is 12 years younger than I am, which according to some, makes me a cougar. So be it, I can roll with that and joke about it. Doesn't bother me in the least. What does bother me though, is how it's acceptable for a man to date and/or wed a woman who's 20 years younger... but when it's reversed, it's extremely unacceptable! I'm sick of the double standard!!
Case in point. He was a groomsman in a wedding (for a guy we thought was his friend). Now the bride and groom have never seemed to like me... oh well. Snub me if you must, I've been snubbed by better! The groom starts out being Groom-zilla from day one. Do this, do that.. come here, go there... and so on and so on. Bachelor party gets thrown one night, on a night we already had plans cause we didn't know about the party. Groomzilla texts him literally 15 minutes before the shin-dig.. telling him to get there. When my sweetie says "sorry, didn't know about it and we already have plans, I won't be able to make it", ole boy gets pissed and rants a bit. Sweetie blows it off... fine I will too. Then comes time to go get fitted for tuxes, not a word mentioned that the groomsmen will have to pay for the tux rentals. I ask Sweetie one day, "when's the rehearsal?" and he texts groomzilla. We're told "day before wedding" which makes sense.
Sweetie's mom gets taken to the hospital and has to have back surgery, which was completely outta the blue. Sweetie and I have to miss a day of work to watch his younger siblings, no prob. This means Sweetie has to work the day of the rehearsal... but the plan was for him to get off work with plenty of time to go. Shit hits the fan, night guy can't make it in... so sweetie has to work. Groomzilla gets pissed... starts ranting, bitching and moaning cause Sweetie can't/won't leave work w/o permission (god forbid he be a responsible adult!). So now Groomzilla is in a major rant and ready to sink his teeth into both of us (cause you know, it's all my fault). He then gets SUPER pissed cause Sweetie won't come spend the night with him in white trash heaven. Awww tough shit dude, he has a family!
So we go to the church the day of the big event, getting there early so Sweetie can be walked thru what is expected of him. No worries. Of course, I'm sitting there in a pew, minding my own business and smiling.. being pleasant to all. I get glared at by none other than Groomzilla! He's being snotty when he says to no one in particular... "Where's ---- at?" (meaning Sweetie). I smile, tell him he looks very nice in his tux and explain that Sweetie is helping one of the groomsmen with his cuff links in the bathroom. What do I get for my efforts? Yet another hateful look. Mind you, this occurs the entire afternoon from both sides of the hillbilly party from hell. (oh yeah, the tuxes had CAMOUFLAGE vests and ties! LMAO!! Stupid rednecks) The only decent folk there was the groom's mother, who I feel sorry for.. poor, sweet lady dealing with such a jackass of a son!
So... the wedding is very nice, well done I must say. As the couple from hell walks back up the aisle, I get another wonderful round of glares... all hail the reining hillbilly moronic couple! (yes that's exactly what was running thru my head while I smiled sweetly at them!) They do a receiving line, haven't seen one of those since my grandparents renewed their vows in the 80's! LOL! Anywho... I wait my turn in line, so I can tell Sweetie that I'm gonna step outside for a smoke. As I come down the lane, I hear snickers and a few snide remarks.. my favorite being "pedophile!" and "disgusting how she's dating such a younger man". I stiffen my back and shove my nose into the air.. making my way to Sweetie. I give him a hug, smiling at the other groomsmen, telling them all that they looked very handsome. I walk to the door, completely bypassing the bride and groom. They look shocked, but I know that if I were to come up to them, to congratulate them and then get more abuse.. I'd probably start a scene... so I did what I thought was best and walked away.
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