Two Divorces and a Redneck Wedding

I cannot believe I am posting again. Maybe it has something to do with the ease of the blog, or maybe I just am excited to be in a new place (you know, like the feeling of starting a new pad of paper or journal or a new pen to write with :-)). Whatever the case...I am here again and cannot wait to tell you of my eventful weekend.

Friday night, picked up Miss J and was told she had a fever of 101.4. I am glad they took it at 5pm and not at noon because with a fever that high she would have had to go home for 48hrs and I could not afford to leave early on Friday. So, we went home, I gave her some Motrin, and was hoping she would relax and the fever would come down. Nope, no luck. She was cranky and uncomfortable and still had a fever hours after I gave her Motrin. So I tried to feed her...nope, not hungry. I gave her a bath to help relax her and maybe cool her down. Didn't work so much, so we ended up laying around on the couch, trying to cuddle and relax her. Dad got home and we all tried to chill on the couch...because she defiately did not want to go to sleep or rest in her bed. Before I know it...it was 9:30 and mom and dad had not eaten...Miss J had but not very well...and we were all asleep on the couch. I tried to put Miss J into bed and prayed that she would sleep through the night. Nope...up at 2:30...so I brought her into our bed again so that all three of us would NOT get any sleep. And we didn't. Oh well.

Saturday, it was packed full of running errand and getting stuff done before the wedding we had to go to. So we started by going to the doctor to check on her teething, fever, and see if her teething which led to a stuffy/runny nose had led to an ear infection again. Oh, and to get a docs note just in case she was running a fever this week so that she wouldn't get sent home (way to plan LP). She did have the very, very early signs of an ear infection. Had a sore throat and what looked like a virus going around where the taste buds get red and swollen. Not much you can do for the virus or teething...but the ear infection...we got the pink stuff again (good thing she like it!!) I just hoped she would be OK for grandma that night while we were at the wedding. We really wanted to be able to enjoy the wedding and not have grandma calling us at 9pm saying she is cranky and running a high fever and all that jazz. It turned out good.

So, this wedding. Can we say very interesting. I would have titled the night "Two divorces and a red-neck wedding." It really wasn't that red-neckish, but man, the head table was trashed (drunk that is) and the speeches were, well, shall I say, funnier than hell. You just wonder what they were thinking (or probably weren't', the alcohol must have been doing the thinking.) The matron of honor gets up, who is the grooms sister, and she starts off with, "So, the first time I met (the bride), was at this party. And my first impression was...brother, you can do so much better!" I was like...what...what was that you just said and insulted the bride in front of all their family and friends? Then she goes on (with well intentions I may add) saying how she had gotten to know her better and is so happy that her brother is making her new best friend, also her sister. Nice cover up...NOT. Then the best man stands up...and you can tell by his stance and opening comment that it is going to be a LOOONNNG one. He rambles for a couple minutes...then goes on to say "...and I would like to thank the bridesmaids, oddly enough, for keeping the bride from running at the church..." Waaaa, where the heck are you going with this one? Wow, you can just imagine where this went from there?

We were just sitting at our table, cracking up. We could not believe what we were hearing. And since we knew the DJ (he also was the DJ at our wedding) and just happened to be sitting at our table...we wondered if there was any way he could cut them off. Like blame it on technical difficulties? He actually told us that it was one of the worst toasts he had ever heard...and he has done a LOT of weddings.

There was a lot more drama that night too. To be brief: Two very recent divorces. Both within the same family and within the last month (how do you talk, or not talk about that and why their significant others are with them...you know they know everyone knows). Then, another family member (the same family of the divorcee's above), who was divorced in September from her husband whom they have 3-kids together, right before she gave birth two twins whose father was someone else and who she had recently had moved in with, then moved out and is now living with mom and step-dad and has recently been diagnosed bi-polar and manic depressive. Every time I went over to where she was (usually by my MIL) she corned me and made sure she told me HER side of the story and what was going on so that she was sure I knew the "whole story" and not just the one that has been gossiping around the family (which, by the way, was really the same story). It was like she was trying to play it off that she is really the good girl and is trying to get her life on track and how she was a good christian again and her life verse is...um...well, she could not remember it at the time. Come on girl...you have duped so many of your friends and family, uh, at least 6 times before and everyone has said...OH, poor girl, you poor thing...oh sure we will take you back and we know you are sorry for walking out on your husband and 4-kids (1 kid was from another man when she was younger), for sleeping with another guy whom you said you were just friends with, getting pregnant again with twins, moving in with him, getting a divorce, telling your kids you don't want them anymore...I could go on. And her family just takes her back and gets walked over all over again. I am tired of it...I don't know how they do it. I guess I feel like at some time you have to draw a line and a boundary. Even if it is family. If they continue to hurt you, make fools out of you, ect...there needs to be some tough love and a line drawn some where.

And that goes for my husband and his childhood friend (who by the way, is part of the same family and one of the divorcees' above). My husband pretty much wrote him off when he went to share the news that we were pregnant. He pretty much said, "oh, that is great...but I am really pissed at you for not stopping by my house last week when you drove by going to see someone else." Bite me...we are telling you our joyous news...before we told the rest of the world (except our families) and you cannot even put off your stupid pissyness to say...wow, congrats, I am so happy for you guys. So that was pretty much the last time they talked. Except for Saturday when my DH's mother forced them together to talk. What a waste of time. Yeah, they were kosher and talked...but will this spark their friendship again. No way...this guy is still to immature and really needs to grow up. Oh...I could go on and on and on about that one to.

But, this has already been too long. I just cannot believe the drama of the weekend. I felt like I was in a soap opera (like Mrs. BFW's soap opera). And DH and I would just prefer to NOT be part of it. You get sucked into it so easily...but it is not something you really want to be part of. It is much better to watch from afar.

Off to work...probably going to work very very late tonight. Sucks, but only once in awhile so I cannot complain.

Have a great Monday all!!