My weekend was nutz! Friday, I blazed an hour to my hometown, showered at my mom's place, changed and did my makeup, then ran to the wedding rehearsal. The caterer was a no-show, so I wound up mixing up 60 peoples worth of drinks and slicing the accompanying lemons and advising the freaked out mother of the groom in how to get things done in the church kitchen. Then we ran through the wedding procedure a few times, the flower girl- a two-year-old girl- wasn't having any of it, and spent most of the night screaming her head off. Other than that, our timing was off, and the ringbearer was so upset at having to toe the line so to speak, he stood on stage with his arms crossed and scowling, periodically bursting into tears. After that, we had lasagna, overcooked green beans, fruit salad, and underbaked garlic bread. Then came the bachelorette party... details will remain secret 
I twisted my ankle fairly badly leaving the bride-to-be's house. Limped over to my Dad's place after one in the morning. I woke up at 8:30 the next morning and ran over to the church to start construction on hair and makeup. Did my own makeup, and a fellow bridesmaid did my hair. It looked great. Then, I put on my dress and realized that I was showing a massive amount of cleavage. Tons more than I usually do, or that the other bridesmaids were showing. I told my Dad that, and he said "Well, you have a lot more cleavage period than the other bridesmaids." Which was very true. I went through the entire ceremony feeling like I was half-naked. The ceremony was beautiful and went off without a hitch, and the reception was fun, I danced and even managed to drag my brother out onto the dance floor a few times. I went to my Dad's place afterward and had a little downtime. The next morning, I was up at 7:30 and we were off to Altoona to meet my step-sister, her boyfriend and her daughter at her boyfriends parents place. We caravaned to the Iowa State Fair where we walked our legs to stubs until 2 that afternoon. Saw the butter cow, petted a horse on the nose, rode a few awesome carnival rides, ate funnel cake and deep-fried snickers bars. When we got home, I crashed rather spectacularly, slept for 3-4 hours, and when I got up I was feeling a lot better, but my ankle told me that it was a really stupid idea to be walking on it for hours on end that day. I have it wrapped now, and it's feeling a little better. I think I just strained it. Took my brother to my Mom's and found a letter there from the company that owns the apt. complex I just moved out of. It stated that I owed them 183 dollars, and if I didn't pay up by such-and-such a date, that they'd sue me. I gave 30 days notice and was out by the 31st of last month, so I was rather irked. I called the place, and they stated to me that I didn't give proper notice, which was two months notice, and that I was therefore responsible for the amount of time until the next renters moved in. I told them that was a load of crap, and that when I had asked the super on-site about move-out procedure, she told me I only needed to give 30 days notice. So... I have to wait until they call me back. I have the feeling that they're going to be assholes about it... just because they can. Fun. Fun. 
I twisted my ankle fairly badly leaving the bride-to-be's house. Limped over to my Dad's place after one in the morning. I woke up at 8:30 the next morning and ran over to the church to start construction on hair and makeup. Did my own makeup, and a fellow bridesmaid did my hair. It looked great. Then, I put on my dress and realized that I was showing a massive amount of cleavage. Tons more than I usually do, or that the other bridesmaids were showing. I told my Dad that, and he said "Well, you have a lot more cleavage period than the other bridesmaids." Which was very true. I went through the entire ceremony feeling like I was half-naked. The ceremony was beautiful and went off without a hitch, and the reception was fun, I danced and even managed to drag my brother out onto the dance floor a few times. I went to my Dad's place afterward and had a little downtime. The next morning, I was up at 7:30 and we were off to Altoona to meet my step-sister, her boyfriend and her daughter at her boyfriends parents place. We caravaned to the Iowa State Fair where we walked our legs to stubs until 2 that afternoon. Saw the butter cow, petted a horse on the nose, rode a few awesome carnival rides, ate funnel cake and deep-fried snickers bars. When we got home, I crashed rather spectacularly, slept for 3-4 hours, and when I got up I was feeling a lot better, but my ankle told me that it was a really stupid idea to be walking on it for hours on end that day. I have it wrapped now, and it's feeling a little better. I think I just strained it. Took my brother to my Mom's and found a letter there from the company that owns the apt. complex I just moved out of. It stated that I owed them 183 dollars, and if I didn't pay up by such-and-such a date, that they'd sue me. I gave 30 days notice and was out by the 31st of last month, so I was rather irked. I called the place, and they stated to me that I didn't give proper notice, which was two months notice, and that I was therefore responsible for the amount of time until the next renters moved in. I told them that was a load of crap, and that when I had asked the super on-site about move-out procedure, she told me I only needed to give 30 days notice. So... I have to wait until they call me back. I have the feeling that they're going to be assholes about it... just because they can. Fun. Fun.