(no subject)
Feb. 2nd, 2007 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarElectric came on yesterday about 15 minutes before I got home from work. We celebrated by making coffee. The heat didn't come on, but continued to blow hot air til Billy got there and relit the pilot light. So Billy was our favorite person last night.
So far, so good as far as that's concerned.
And then Chelle decided to call. She wants me to trek myself up to PA for a weekend so that the people who are making the bridesmaid's dresses (Dave's mom and aunt) can have me there. I tell her 1. I don't have the money to do that and 2. My weekends are already committed til the end of March. I tell her that if she was willing to come down and grab me for a Saturday and bring me back, I have a few Saturdays where I could swing that but otherwise, I can't. '
So I'm met with "How are they supposed to make your dress if you're not there?"
They have my measurements, they have the material, pattern etc. What else do they need til it's been put together? I suggest doing it at the beginning of April. I'll be free then. She tells me she's "not the sort of person to leave things like that til the last minute."
Okay...this dress...not complicated. I've seen the pattern. *I* could throw that thing together in a weekend, someone with the claimed experience of Dave's mom and aunt should be able to do a bang-up job. Besides, I pointed out...she's getting married at the end of May. The first weekend in April would give her nearly two months ahead of time. And the closer it's done to the wedding, the less likely it will be that major alterations will nbeed to take place.
Stony silence. When I commented, her answer was "Well what do you want me to say?" I reiterated everything that I had already said and told her that we'd work it out and hung up. A few mintues later I called her back and suggested that they come down to my place for a Saturday to work on it.
It's not that simple, she says, to get six women from Lancaster to Baltimore. Six women? My sister has an entourage now? Her, Dave's mom, Dave's aunt. Okay, that's three. Samantha. Three plus a kid. That's one car. Does everyone have a free Saturday? Samantha goes bowling on Saturday mornings. (Nevermind that it's over before noon. Oh, I know...can't Dave take her?)
So either I spend $60 and take two hours each way on an extremely limited bus schedule, $130, three to four hours each way on a considerably better train schedule, or...she who has decided that I be in her wedding fills up a gas tank and gets a few folks to drive an hour and a half each way to work on this dress. I know which one is most reasonable to me. And I still say we wait til April. Again, hung up without getting anythgin decided.
Later talked to my mom. Apparently Chelle called mom immediately after talking to me and cried about me being such an unreasonable and difficult person. Mom says she's freaking out in general about getting stuff done. For a Memorial Day wedding. I let mom know about the demand that I dye my hair so as not to be an embarassment, and if I'm such an embarassment as I am, why'd she bother to ask me to be in the wedding? Mom tells me she'd take care of it (No, by that she didn't mean that she'd convince Chelle to drop the hair color issue altogether.) I am SO tempted to show up with like, neon green extensions.
Mom ALSO tells me that my father is having a conniption because Chelle's decided that he's not going to walk her down the aisle. Now...this is the one thing that I absolutely agree with her on and if I were getting married, I would say the same thing. He's got no right to expect that he should be the one to do that. Annnnnnnnnd the one thing that hadn't occured to me yet about this wedding thing was the prospect of having to deal with my father.
So that's not all. When I first called mom, she told me that she couldn't talk, she was in the middle of filling out a form to wire money to Anthony out in Oregon and she'd tell me everything later. Yeah, same brother that almost moved to Baltimore to stay at our place a few months ago. He's still on the west coast.
So when I mcalled back later, I head the story. To make a long one short, it wentlike this:
Ashley (His girlfriend, chick he moved out there with) got pregnant. They talked about it, agreed that they were excited and that they were going to keep the baby. That was sometime last week. A few days ago, Ashley decides to go and get an abortion without telling Anthony. He found out because her mom called and left a message about it on their voice mail.
(Okay...so I'm gonna say right now, first person that makes a comment about the abortion being her right her body, whatever, it's getting deleted without question. This is not a post about abortion rights, this is not a debate or discussion about the issue. The fact is that she either lied to him or changed her mind and didn't alow him the opportunity to absorb the fact that he had gotten all exited about being a father and she was suddenly taking that away from him without warning. I sincerely believe that my brother is NOT at a point in his life where he should be even thinking about having kids, but that's beside the point. The fact that this is my journal and I have made the request should be enough for anyone, but if you need more reason...there it is. I'm in a much better mood than last night, but I'm still fairly cranky.)
So Wednesday after all this happened, she came home and started pestering him. He asked her to leave him alone because he was really upset and wanted time to think about it and didn't want to completely blow up at her (All four of us have bad tempers...just varying degrees of how much it takes to set them off. Anthony has about as short a temper as Chelle, but whereas she's just a loudmouthed bitch, he actually has a potentially violent temper. And he does do a pretty good job of controlling it.) but she kept pestering him and trying to get him to go to bed with her, and suddenly turned on him and started beating him and somehow he ended up with his head cut open. At some point he ended up turning and punching a wall or something, rather than punch her and broke his hand. Despite all this, he went to work yesterday and sometime in the middle of the day Ashley caled his boss and started talking trash about him, and I guess was breaking thigns while she was on the phone. Anthony got someone to give him a ride home and found her there...she had come in and taken all the stuff that she wanted from the apartment, and everyhitng that she didn't want, she destroyed. Mirrors, clocks, smashed. The contents of the refrigerator emptied out and poured onto the floor- a gallon of milk, two dozen eggs, you name it. And she had removed all of the cleaning supplies from the apartment. He coems in in the iddle of this and THEN Ashley's mother (whom Ashley has said in the past was diagnosed paranoid-schizophrenic some time ago) comes in and accuses Anthiny of breaking into her house, eating an entire jar of peanut butter and leaving the empty jar on the kitchen table. Up to this point, he had enver asked her to leave. He told her to leave, he never wants to see her or hear from her again. (Can't say that I blame him)
Anyway...I finaly get off the phone with my mom. The talking about Chelle came after the talking about Anthony and at that point, I was in a really bad mood, pacing back and forth in the kitchen and snapping at my mom. I think I was worrying the roommates. Jesse came over and made up a plate of Chinese food for me. (I had in the middle of the call, come downstairs and find out that they had ordered food and didn't tell me. I didn't say anyhting, I was in the middle of a phone call, and quite frankly, it would have been absurd of me to bitch, because well, I didn't have the money to order food. But the fact that I hadn't even been asked if I was interested and given the opportunity to say no was just another slap on top of everyhting else at the time. Seriously, guys...if you read this, I'm not upset about that, I was just pissed off about everything in general last night. I do appreciate that you shared and I really did feel a lot better after I ate, despite still being antisocial.
I just want next week to be boring and uneventful. Boring in the "watching grass grow is primo excitement" way.
So far, so good as far as that's concerned.
And then Chelle decided to call. She wants me to trek myself up to PA for a weekend so that the people who are making the bridesmaid's dresses (Dave's mom and aunt) can have me there. I tell her 1. I don't have the money to do that and 2. My weekends are already committed til the end of March. I tell her that if she was willing to come down and grab me for a Saturday and bring me back, I have a few Saturdays where I could swing that but otherwise, I can't. '
So I'm met with "How are they supposed to make your dress if you're not there?"
They have my measurements, they have the material, pattern etc. What else do they need til it's been put together? I suggest doing it at the beginning of April. I'll be free then. She tells me she's "not the sort of person to leave things like that til the last minute."
Okay...this dress...not complicated. I've seen the pattern. *I* could throw that thing together in a weekend, someone with the claimed experience of Dave's mom and aunt should be able to do a bang-up job. Besides, I pointed out...she's getting married at the end of May. The first weekend in April would give her nearly two months ahead of time. And the closer it's done to the wedding, the less likely it will be that major alterations will nbeed to take place.
Stony silence. When I commented, her answer was "Well what do you want me to say?" I reiterated everything that I had already said and told her that we'd work it out and hung up. A few mintues later I called her back and suggested that they come down to my place for a Saturday to work on it.
It's not that simple, she says, to get six women from Lancaster to Baltimore. Six women? My sister has an entourage now? Her, Dave's mom, Dave's aunt. Okay, that's three. Samantha. Three plus a kid. That's one car. Does everyone have a free Saturday? Samantha goes bowling on Saturday mornings. (Nevermind that it's over before noon. Oh, I know...can't Dave take her?)
So either I spend $60 and take two hours each way on an extremely limited bus schedule, $130, three to four hours each way on a considerably better train schedule, or...she who has decided that I be in her wedding fills up a gas tank and gets a few folks to drive an hour and a half each way to work on this dress. I know which one is most reasonable to me. And I still say we wait til April. Again, hung up without getting anythgin decided.
Later talked to my mom. Apparently Chelle called mom immediately after talking to me and cried about me being such an unreasonable and difficult person. Mom says she's freaking out in general about getting stuff done. For a Memorial Day wedding. I let mom know about the demand that I dye my hair so as not to be an embarassment, and if I'm such an embarassment as I am, why'd she bother to ask me to be in the wedding? Mom tells me she'd take care of it (No, by that she didn't mean that she'd convince Chelle to drop the hair color issue altogether.) I am SO tempted to show up with like, neon green extensions.
Mom ALSO tells me that my father is having a conniption because Chelle's decided that he's not going to walk her down the aisle. Now...this is the one thing that I absolutely agree with her on and if I were getting married, I would say the same thing. He's got no right to expect that he should be the one to do that. Annnnnnnnnd the one thing that hadn't occured to me yet about this wedding thing was the prospect of having to deal with my father.
So that's not all. When I first called mom, she told me that she couldn't talk, she was in the middle of filling out a form to wire money to Anthony out in Oregon and she'd tell me everything later. Yeah, same brother that almost moved to Baltimore to stay at our place a few months ago. He's still on the west coast.
So when I mcalled back later, I head the story. To make a long one short, it wentlike this:
Ashley (His girlfriend, chick he moved out there with) got pregnant. They talked about it, agreed that they were excited and that they were going to keep the baby. That was sometime last week. A few days ago, Ashley decides to go and get an abortion without telling Anthony. He found out because her mom called and left a message about it on their voice mail.
(Okay...so I'm gonna say right now, first person that makes a comment about the abortion being her right her body, whatever, it's getting deleted without question. This is not a post about abortion rights, this is not a debate or discussion about the issue. The fact is that she either lied to him or changed her mind and didn't alow him the opportunity to absorb the fact that he had gotten all exited about being a father and she was suddenly taking that away from him without warning. I sincerely believe that my brother is NOT at a point in his life where he should be even thinking about having kids, but that's beside the point. The fact that this is my journal and I have made the request should be enough for anyone, but if you need more reason...there it is. I'm in a much better mood than last night, but I'm still fairly cranky.)
So Wednesday after all this happened, she came home and started pestering him. He asked her to leave him alone because he was really upset and wanted time to think about it and didn't want to completely blow up at her (All four of us have bad tempers...just varying degrees of how much it takes to set them off. Anthony has about as short a temper as Chelle, but whereas she's just a loudmouthed bitch, he actually has a potentially violent temper. And he does do a pretty good job of controlling it.) but she kept pestering him and trying to get him to go to bed with her, and suddenly turned on him and started beating him and somehow he ended up with his head cut open. At some point he ended up turning and punching a wall or something, rather than punch her and broke his hand. Despite all this, he went to work yesterday and sometime in the middle of the day Ashley caled his boss and started talking trash about him, and I guess was breaking thigns while she was on the phone. Anthony got someone to give him a ride home and found her there...she had come in and taken all the stuff that she wanted from the apartment, and everyhitng that she didn't want, she destroyed. Mirrors, clocks, smashed. The contents of the refrigerator emptied out and poured onto the floor- a gallon of milk, two dozen eggs, you name it. And she had removed all of the cleaning supplies from the apartment. He coems in in the iddle of this and THEN Ashley's mother (whom Ashley has said in the past was diagnosed paranoid-schizophrenic some time ago) comes in and accuses Anthiny of breaking into her house, eating an entire jar of peanut butter and leaving the empty jar on the kitchen table. Up to this point, he had enver asked her to leave. He told her to leave, he never wants to see her or hear from her again. (Can't say that I blame him)
Anyway...I finaly get off the phone with my mom. The talking about Chelle came after the talking about Anthony and at that point, I was in a really bad mood, pacing back and forth in the kitchen and snapping at my mom. I think I was worrying the roommates. Jesse came over and made up a plate of Chinese food for me. (I had in the middle of the call, come downstairs and find out that they had ordered food and didn't tell me. I didn't say anyhting, I was in the middle of a phone call, and quite frankly, it would have been absurd of me to bitch, because well, I didn't have the money to order food. But the fact that I hadn't even been asked if I was interested and given the opportunity to say no was just another slap on top of everyhting else at the time. Seriously, guys...if you read this, I'm not upset about that, I was just pissed off about everything in general last night. I do appreciate that you shared and I really did feel a lot better after I ate, despite still being antisocial.
I just want next week to be boring and uneventful. Boring in the "watching grass grow is primo excitement" way.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-02-02 07:07 pm (UTC)