To all the married or soon-to-be married folks out there - do you find that your viewpoint on weddings has completely changed? Or am I just crazy?
Prior to getting married, I never really paid attention to details. Sure I noticed if the bride's dress was nice and maybe commented here or there about flowers and food but to tell you the truth - I have a hard time remembering the details of the weddings I attended prior to my own wedding planning.
I don't know if the fact that I've gone through the planning process of a wedding and therefore had to worry about details that I now notice details of other weddings or if it was my fascination with sites like WeddingBee and shows like 'Whose Wedding is it Anyways?' that shifted my focus. Either way - I can't help but focus on details.
Aside from details - my viewpoint on how I should be treated as a guest or invitee has also shifted. I never wrote a Thank You note until my wedding (well - bridal shower). I didn't realize the importance of them but now understand why so many family members were offended when I didn't send them a Thank You card for sending me a graduation gift. Its f'n rude to not thank someone!
Someone tried to sell me some cop-out about how a person they knew said they'd rather thank people in person. That's crap. It's so easy to walk up to someone and say "Hey man - thanks!" but to actually take the time out to write a nice note? That takes a little effort. And I love getting mail!
I'm griping right now because we have yet to receive a Thank You card from one of The Mr's friends. I know it's lame to get bent out of shape over this but you have to keep in mind the following:
- The girl RSVP'ed to OUR wedding 2 people (her and her fiance)
- About 2 weeks prior to our wedding (and after the final headcount was submitted), she cancelled her fiance. Okay - no real biggie because things happen. I get it.
- While she did travel from NY, she was able to stay with her parents (for free!) and managed to turn the weekend into a wedding related weekend for herself. So quite honestly - I don't feel so bad about her traveling down.
- The gift? She signed her name to her parents' card. Now I understand perhaps not being able to get us anything but she could have at least splurged the $2 on her own card and signed it from her and her fiance… you know, the one that cancelled at the last minute?
So she got married about a year later in NY. Due to my being in school and the bajillion other weddings we are in this year, we couldn't really squeeze in the weekend trip up to her wedding. We did, however, send a pretty generous gift considering everything that I wrote above.
That was in April. We have yet to hear anything. At first I just figured she was a person who didn't write Thank You notes and that irritated me but then I found out that she did send a Thank You note AND picture to my in-laws! What does this mean? It means she purposely didn't thank us! Say what?
I'm about thisclose to driving up to NY to kick some ass and enforce some basic rules of politeness.
Yeah yeah yeah, I know you're shaking your head like, "who the f cares?" I do. I f'n care. I don't like when people are blatantly being rude to me.
Another part of me (the part that wants to give her the benefit of the doubt) wonders if the gifts ever made it to her? Our credit card was definitely charged… so do I follow-up with a nice e-mail? Or should I just leave it alone like any other normal person?
Yarg! So how do you feel about Thank You cards?
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
CBFTA
The older I get, the less patience I have for bullshit. I have put my foot in my mouth a number of times (and as Geoff said, "I've noticed that your mouth gets you into some trouble") and quite frankly, it's starting to irritate me.
And no, I don't mean my mouth is irritating me. I mean the reactions I am receiving to the things that I spew (verbal diarrhea if you will) are what irritate me.
I am an open book. It's hard for me to keep anything about myself a secret from anyone because what's the point? I'm trying to think of something horribly embarrassing to share with all of you right now just to prove my point but I can't think of anything. Hmmm… I'll just make a quick list of embarrassing things:
- When I was a freshman in high school, I had a SERIOUS crush (think borderline stalker) on a ridiculously HOT Puerto Rican senior. Even typing that gave me goosebumps. I would follow him in the halls adoringly. I even wore my friend's Adidas skirt to school one day because he had complimented her once on it. I swiped a picture of him at homecoming that he had given to his teacher AND IT IS STILL HANGING ON MY MIRROR IN MY PARENTS' HOUSE. I also attended his graduation with my friend just to see him. Psycho much? I have heard that his looks have gone downhill but I refuse to believe it!
- I didn't have my first kiss until I was 16. I was petrified of going there (kissing) when the time came. All of my friends had been smooching away and some even went so far as to [gasp] make out! Maybe even let a boy touch their boobie! My best friend was already sexually active. But it was like the longer it took for me to finally kiss someone, the more nervous I got. I found myself in several awkward situations of just turning my head and acting like a complete dork because I didn't know what to do.
It took drinking a fifth of some crappy licorice flavored alcohol for me to build up any sort of nerve and some coaxing from a friend. I smooched a Catholic private school boy at a New Year's Eve party. When I had realized that he was wearing a mock-neck turtleneck, I avoided him for the rest of the evening. The horror! A mock-neck!!
- I quickly went on to lose my virginity about 3 months later. Talk about playing catchup! And I skipped all of the "build up" steps between. I wish I could say it was a magical moment with a boy I cared about but truth be told, I hated this guy. He was such a TURD. I wanted to leave but my friend really liked his friend so I was stuck. What did I do? I drank myself into a stupor and the next thing I knew - well, you get the idea. And "Welcome to the Jungle" was playing on the radio. Talk about magic.
These aren't even that bad because really, who cares? All of these embarrassing and ridiculous things made me who I am today. I even have some scandal in my life that perhaps I'll share at a later time. But everyone in my life knows my dirt. And I don't give a crap.
The problem is that I don't know my boundaries with other people. If you share something with me I'll probably end up sharing it unless it's something horrific or just plain mean. Nothing angers me more than smack-talking when you're not willing to say that smack to the person's face.
Now there are limits. I won't tell you that you smell like poop, look like poop or anything that I think is just plain hurtful. But I will tell you that I think you're rude, you hurt my feelings, you're being completely ridiculous and you've done something to make me mad. Life is too short to harbor resentful feelings.
The problem with my directness is that I don't know how to handle a sensitive person. I've encountered this a few times and in fact, applauded Kristin when she finally grew a pair and told me that I was pissing her off (I'm still proud of you, schmoop). That's what I want! Why can't more people be this honest? Friends can make each other mad. And friends should be able to say, "hey - you're an ass" and get over it. Why does everything have to be so dramatic?
I'm not being cryptic here and it wasn't any one incident that is bringing about this post (so calm down if you're reading this and thinking, "Is she talking about me?"). It's a lot of little things that I've noticed over the last year and quite frankly, I'm getting too old for this. And to quote Geoff again, "Seriously, when did speaking your mind become such a faux pas?" Amen.
So because of this, Geoff and I decided to form the "Crotchety Bitches Foundation for Truth and Awareness" (of CBFTA!) because the 'Awareness' part makes it sound like a reputable organization (according to Geoff).
Wanna join? Let's speak our minds!
And no, I don't mean my mouth is irritating me. I mean the reactions I am receiving to the things that I spew (verbal diarrhea if you will) are what irritate me.
I am an open book. It's hard for me to keep anything about myself a secret from anyone because what's the point? I'm trying to think of something horribly embarrassing to share with all of you right now just to prove my point but I can't think of anything. Hmmm… I'll just make a quick list of embarrassing things:
- When I was a freshman in high school, I had a SERIOUS crush (think borderline stalker) on a ridiculously HOT Puerto Rican senior. Even typing that gave me goosebumps. I would follow him in the halls adoringly. I even wore my friend's Adidas skirt to school one day because he had complimented her once on it. I swiped a picture of him at homecoming that he had given to his teacher AND IT IS STILL HANGING ON MY MIRROR IN MY PARENTS' HOUSE. I also attended his graduation with my friend just to see him. Psycho much? I have heard that his looks have gone downhill but I refuse to believe it!
- I didn't have my first kiss until I was 16. I was petrified of going there (kissing) when the time came. All of my friends had been smooching away and some even went so far as to [gasp] make out! Maybe even let a boy touch their boobie! My best friend was already sexually active. But it was like the longer it took for me to finally kiss someone, the more nervous I got. I found myself in several awkward situations of just turning my head and acting like a complete dork because I didn't know what to do.
It took drinking a fifth of some crappy licorice flavored alcohol for me to build up any sort of nerve and some coaxing from a friend. I smooched a Catholic private school boy at a New Year's Eve party. When I had realized that he was wearing a mock-neck turtleneck, I avoided him for the rest of the evening. The horror! A mock-neck!!
- I quickly went on to lose my virginity about 3 months later. Talk about playing catchup! And I skipped all of the "build up" steps between. I wish I could say it was a magical moment with a boy I cared about but truth be told, I hated this guy. He was such a TURD. I wanted to leave but my friend really liked his friend so I was stuck. What did I do? I drank myself into a stupor and the next thing I knew - well, you get the idea. And "Welcome to the Jungle" was playing on the radio. Talk about magic.
These aren't even that bad because really, who cares? All of these embarrassing and ridiculous things made me who I am today. I even have some scandal in my life that perhaps I'll share at a later time. But everyone in my life knows my dirt. And I don't give a crap.
The problem is that I don't know my boundaries with other people. If you share something with me I'll probably end up sharing it unless it's something horrific or just plain mean. Nothing angers me more than smack-talking when you're not willing to say that smack to the person's face.
Now there are limits. I won't tell you that you smell like poop, look like poop or anything that I think is just plain hurtful. But I will tell you that I think you're rude, you hurt my feelings, you're being completely ridiculous and you've done something to make me mad. Life is too short to harbor resentful feelings.
The problem with my directness is that I don't know how to handle a sensitive person. I've encountered this a few times and in fact, applauded Kristin when she finally grew a pair and told me that I was pissing her off (I'm still proud of you, schmoop). That's what I want! Why can't more people be this honest? Friends can make each other mad. And friends should be able to say, "hey - you're an ass" and get over it. Why does everything have to be so dramatic?
I'm not being cryptic here and it wasn't any one incident that is bringing about this post (so calm down if you're reading this and thinking, "Is she talking about me?"). It's a lot of little things that I've noticed over the last year and quite frankly, I'm getting too old for this. And to quote Geoff again, "Seriously, when did speaking your mind become such a faux pas?" Amen.
So because of this, Geoff and I decided to form the "Crotchety Bitches Foundation for Truth and Awareness" (of CBFTA!) because the 'Awareness' part makes it sound like a reputable organization (according to Geoff).
Wanna join? Let's speak our minds!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Grumpy Pants
I've been really irritable lately. I think the combination of school (seriously, how much can I complain about my poor time management with school?) and all the upcoming crap is just getting to me.
So what do I want to do?
I want to punch people. I want to hit them with my car. I want to throw my books at them. And as an added bonus? Maybe I could even vomit all over them as they lay unconscious from my severe beating.
Yesterday some fuckwit abrubtly stopped his car in the parking lot, blocking the entrance into the parking spaces.
That is my artistic rendition of the scenario. And no, I'm not selling any prints at this time.
I'm not quite sure what made me angrier... the fact that he neglected the wide open space to park his car or the fact that he got out of his car, saw me sitting there and proceeded to take his sweet time getting out and letting his girlfriend take the car. Regardless, I almost ran him over.
Next up? My stupid f'n teammates! Seriously - how many times can I convey that I "must have all information before the weekend" because that's when I work on homework before they'll actually listen to me?
And yesterday the gym was out of hot water. What were my options? Not shower or suck it up. So I had a nice cold punch in the face yesterday morning. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good afterwards.
Lastly - someone announced that I have "bad gas" to a room full of people that don't really know me well. Seriously? Seriously.
Anywho - since I'm feeling extra bitchy over stupid shit, what makes you want to punch someone/run them over?
I think if I saw a girl walking down the hall in Uggs and a skirt, I'd probably lose it. Sorry girls (and a lot of my friends own these), Uggs are heinous. Nothing about them is cute. They are awful awful shoes and just make your feet look HUGE. If your feet are really that cold, invest in some good socks.
And really, if its warm enough for a skirt - there is no need for the boots! Make up your mind!
Aaaarrgh!
** update **
Okay, so I reread what I wrote and I sound like a total douchebag. So, what is making me happy today...
- There's a new Jesus Camp-type documentary out called "The Lord's Bootcamp". Why does this make me happy? It makes me feel like I'm not the only crazy person around.
- Apparently there was some "economic stimulus" package approved. Sometimes I think my head has been shoved up my ass for awhile because I didn't know about this and I realized the other day that I didn't know who the Secretary of State was. I mean, I know who Condoleeza Rice is but I didn't know her official title. I thought she was just a sassy black woman who dressed well. Who knew?
- Mort sent me a link to this album.
- I haven't had any gas issues since moving into my new office space. I guess being closely surrounded by people that don't know me well has had a positive effect on my intestines.
Phew. Okay - Maybe I'm not so angry but Uggs are still stupid.
So what do I want to do?
I want to punch people. I want to hit them with my car. I want to throw my books at them. And as an added bonus? Maybe I could even vomit all over them as they lay unconscious from my severe beating.
Yesterday some fuckwit abrubtly stopped his car in the parking lot, blocking the entrance into the parking spaces.
That is my artistic rendition of the scenario. And no, I'm not selling any prints at this time.
I'm not quite sure what made me angrier... the fact that he neglected the wide open space to park his car or the fact that he got out of his car, saw me sitting there and proceeded to take his sweet time getting out and letting his girlfriend take the car. Regardless, I almost ran him over.
Next up? My stupid f'n teammates! Seriously - how many times can I convey that I "must have all information before the weekend" because that's when I work on homework before they'll actually listen to me?
And yesterday the gym was out of hot water. What were my options? Not shower or suck it up. So I had a nice cold punch in the face yesterday morning. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good afterwards.
Lastly - someone announced that I have "bad gas" to a room full of people that don't really know me well. Seriously? Seriously.
Anywho - since I'm feeling extra bitchy over stupid shit, what makes you want to punch someone/run them over?
I think if I saw a girl walking down the hall in Uggs and a skirt, I'd probably lose it. Sorry girls (and a lot of my friends own these), Uggs are heinous. Nothing about them is cute. They are awful awful shoes and just make your feet look HUGE. If your feet are really that cold, invest in some good socks.
And really, if its warm enough for a skirt - there is no need for the boots! Make up your mind!
Aaaarrgh!
** update **
Okay, so I reread what I wrote and I sound like a total douchebag. So, what is making me happy today...
- There's a new Jesus Camp-type documentary out called "The Lord's Bootcamp". Why does this make me happy? It makes me feel like I'm not the only crazy person around.
- Apparently there was some "economic stimulus" package approved. Sometimes I think my head has been shoved up my ass for awhile because I didn't know about this and I realized the other day that I didn't know who the Secretary of State was. I mean, I know who Condoleeza Rice is but I didn't know her official title. I thought she was just a sassy black woman who dressed well. Who knew?
- Mort sent me a link to this album.
- I haven't had any gas issues since moving into my new office space. I guess being closely surrounded by people that don't know me well has had a positive effect on my intestines.
Phew. Okay - Maybe I'm not so angry but Uggs are still stupid.
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