Oh man, I’m slacking. It’s not because I’m lazy, really. I’ve just been a bit a bore. I’ve been doing nothing, seriously. It’s sad, really.

My aunt had a baby on the 1st, so we went over there this weekend to visit with her and her family, and because my grandparents were in town, my grandma made her lasagna. That was the highlight of the past week. Seriously. I told you it was sad! haha.

Anyways, anything new in my life? Not really. I desperately want this job I found online. It’s working at a daycare in the infant/toddler rooms. I’ve never wanted a job more in my life! The posting says to call Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday between 11-1:30. I woke up at 1:40pm (didn’t fall asleep until 5 am!). I was so mad, I purposely set the alarm clock to wake up and for some odd reason, Rob decided to bring the alarm clock with him out of the room. Wtf? Hopefully when I call on Thursday the position isn’t filled. I’m trying to live by the mantra that if it’s meant to be it will be, but damnit, I REALLY want this job!!

Other than that, not much going on. Rob’s sister keeps trying to talk him into going to dinner with her. He refuses to go, yet she keeps calling. He says she’s the type of jerk that while offer to drive and when they shop up, his sperm donor will be sitting at the table, hence the reason he won’t go. I’m sure she’s blaming it on me. *eye roll*

well first and foremost, i won a free domain name at the Namecheap twitter contest. All I’ll have to do is pay hosting, and this baby will be on her way to a domain to be named later

Second, I thought I’d share a funny story. While catnapping, I had a dream about Rob’s parents. In my dream, I ran into them while shopping. They walked up to me, and stopped in front of me, like they were going to talk to me. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was so mad that it literally came out as a scream of RHABERH..yeah..gibberish.

Then I woke up…haha. I’ve thought many times what I would say if I actually ran into them. There have been so many ideas running through my head, but to be honest, what happened in my dream would probably happen in real life too.

I guess I should get some real sleep and be sleeping by the time Rob wakes up for work, you think?

Thanksgiving ended up being better after we left for my sister-in-law’s mom’s house, does that make sense? haha. Friday, another story. To sum it up, our debit card number got stolen. They wiped out our entire bank account, due to the fact that we had just transferred money over so that the mortgage and other bills would get paid. ALL of it was gone. The bank was giving us the run around, but it looks as if we will get all of our money back tomorrow. Someone had a nice Black Friday shopping spree at Best Buy and Walmart. *le sigh* They haven’t caught who it was, but hopefully they will soon! The past week has been full of many tears, stomach aches, headaches, and stress. Looks like it will hopefully turn out for the best.

Now on to my next issue: Rob’s parents. AGAIN. I need some advice, from anyone who may be reading this. Rob’s birthday was the 23rd, as you may have read. Rob gets a call from his brother to say Happy Birthday, and then turns around to tell him that his parents put a card in our mailbox. Number one, we never told them where we live, but his dad is a cop in the town, so I guess they could have found out. Number two, I was up ALL night and we were home ALL day, so when did they put it in there? Of course, as usual, after they were mentioned, Rob got in a pissy mood. He headed up to the shower, yelling at me the entire way up for God knows what, and was in the bathroom for over an hour. I’m SICK of it. I’m sick of the fact that they won’t go away. That they think that what they did with our wedding was okay, because there is NOTHING that would have justified them not coming to our wedding. Yet, they won’t go away. They keep re-appearing, making Rob more upset every time. Then every time, he takes it out on me. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I told him that if he really wants things done with them, that he needs to tell them. Whether he calls and leaves a message on the answering machine, or writes a letter and sticks it in their mailbox, he has to do SOMETHING. Because obviously they don’t get the hint. And it’s not fair to him, or me. He opened the card and it was signed, xoxo love always mom and dad. ARE YOU KIDDING ME PEOPLE?! If you loved your son so much, you’d show up at his wedding, or maybe that’s just what normal people do? Anyways, it’s been a week and still Rob has done nothing. I didn’t want to bug him because then he gets crabby.. but I can promise you there will be a card or present in our mailbox Christmas Day if he does nothing, and then the cycle will repeat itself. I’m about to force him to either chose to write the letter or deal with the fact that they’re not going away and quit being a jerk to me. Am I wrong to want this? I’m at my wits end!

I know, I know. I just posted, literally 2.2 seconds ago. Sue me?

I just felt like this next post is something really huge in my life, something that deserves it’s own little section, the good and bad parts.

Rob and I got married on Friday, August 8. We (I) spent months planning, down to every detail. I’m really bad perfectionist, which made it hard. We were on a tight budget, I did a lot myself. It turned out just as planned, all of my details worked together. Most of our friends and family were there. But nothing is perfect, is it?

Rob’s parents didn’t show. We knew it was an option. We knew it might happen, well I did at least. He was in denial. From day one, they didn’t acknowledge we were getting married. When he told his mom, she turned around and walked away. His dad told him, “you’re a grown man  son, we can’t tell you what to do”. Nice, huh? We have no clue why. They stopped liking me three years ago, for a reason to be named later (or to be honest, we just don’t know), we’ve been together 5 1/2 years. Lived together for 3 1/2. No reason, whatsoever. They havent helped with the wedding, they never acknowledged the wedding. They’re rude as shit to me. They don’t acknowledge me in public. Just generally a bad situation. I knew it was possible, Rob denied it. Denial is NOT just a river in Egypt, people! But the day rolled around, I was hiding in the church (our wedding was outside), and the minister comes in. “Robert is pretty upset, his parents will not be attending”. I felt bad, I wanted to scream, yell. When the minister left, I started swearing and yelling and hitting things. I know, I know, in church. I’m not going to hell, am I? I apologized to God, telling him that he should understand how I feel and if he could possibly forgive me, I’ll do a few extra good deeds, or think of doing them. or something.

Our wedding was ruined. The actual ceremony was beautiful (despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten and almost passed out at the altar – yeah.. dumb, I know. Diabetic, don’t eat. Smart one there, Andrea) … oh, and the fact that a bee kept dive bombing his brother, who proceeded to yell and throw his hands around, “What the fuck?!” and then, “OH my gosh, i’m so sorry. I’m sorry” hah. But the reception? Rob was a douche. Seriously. He kept yelling at me, at the head table, in front of everyone, while we were trying to eat. I had to fight tears the entire time. Then, after that? My groom was nowhere to be found. We danced one time at our wedding reception, once. To the first dance. Then I didn’t see him again, literally.. the entire night. He kept going outside, because he didn’t want to be inside to remind him that his parents weren’t there. Then, because he was MIA, ANYTHING anyone needed, they found me. I danced to maybe 4 songs, at a 5 1/2 hour reception. I don’t remember talking to people, I didn’t get to drink anything, I didn’t get to have ANY fun. It was horrible. Everyone else had fun, but me. I was miserable. I will never forgive these people, ever. Rob at first was pissed, but seems to be getting over it..already. How is that possible? Way to remember a weddng, right? For the rest of my life, I will remember: almost passing out, getting yelled at, seeing my husband for one dance, and running around like a madwoman. Great stories to tell the kids.

Oh, and the best part, they send us a card, with a check inside, like that’s supposed to make it all okay. Like, ohhhh.. wow, what were we thinking? They didn’t come, but they sent us money, so all is okay. THEY . ARE . THE . BEST . PARENTS . EVERRRRRR.

.. yeah, okay. when pigs fly.