so whoooooo!!!
we get the falt back in 8 weeks. Flat visit is on March 7th and really looking forward to it.
Erm looked at places for the wedding reception, Doocot is booked so that rules that out, Malmaison are streaking ahead at the moment, both for setting and price. Other that that we are looking at having people back to the flat and having a buffet set out by caterers, which is reasonably priced.
Went to bingo out of trying to escape the fitba' and won £60. went to Asda and spent £47, all thier bathroom fittings and the like are halfprice so I got two glass shelves for £3.48 each, two towel rings for £1.48 each, toilet roll holder for £1.48, and a click and lock caddy for £7 or so. Also got a gorgeous red velvet throw for the bedroom when wemove in, and it was half price down to £7.50, all thier curtains are half price too, but Im set for curtains, in every room bar the kitchen.
what else... Oh yeah, work have fucked up my wages meaning my OT has been paid at plain rate and thats sucky.
But otther than that we are counting down the days until we get the flat back and the wedding. Still not excited though.
so far guests number 11/30
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
so invitations went out today and we started looking at places for the reception. So far, La Fiorentina, Ramada Jarvis (hmmm), the Lighthouse or the Piping centre look good, dependingon the numbers that we get back from the invitations
Monster inLaw still being a pain. She has taken the "liberty" of helping and started looking for wedding dresses for me. Thats right folks, because "Im the closest to a daughter she'll have". Help me. Even though she is well aware that Imgoing for seperates "But I've discovered that you can get seperates" yeah I KNEW that, thats why Im getting fucking seperates. Paul looks like he's sticking with the kilt idea and he's getting dispatched to the airdresser next week for a haircut to givehis hair timeto recover from the shock...
We've also been informed that we need a photographer (we were just going to arm people with dispoable cameras and let them record the day in thier own way) and shes also given us feedback on the places that we would like to book. Which is nice... not
so Ive taken the stance of listening but not actually taking any notice. Me and Paul have came up with the idea of giving her a job to do and letting that keep her occupied. Nightmare.
Away for a Horlicks with a hefty shot of baileys stirred in. Ahhhh night time bevvy
Monster inLaw still being a pain. She has taken the "liberty" of helping and started looking for wedding dresses for me. Thats right folks, because "Im the closest to a daughter she'll have". Help me. Even though she is well aware that Imgoing for seperates "But I've discovered that you can get seperates" yeah I KNEW that, thats why Im getting fucking seperates. Paul looks like he's sticking with the kilt idea and he's getting dispatched to the airdresser next week for a haircut to givehis hair timeto recover from the shock...
We've also been informed that we need a photographer (we were just going to arm people with dispoable cameras and let them record the day in thier own way) and shes also given us feedback on the places that we would like to book. Which is nice... not
so Ive taken the stance of listening but not actually taking any notice. Me and Paul have came up with the idea of giving her a job to do and letting that keep her occupied. Nightmare.
Away for a Horlicks with a hefty shot of baileys stirred in. Ahhhh night time bevvy
Sunday, February 19, 2006
I dont want this wedding. Last week, happy and excited, this week empty and full of panic. No happy emotion whatsoever
Just written out the invites and all I can think is "who have I missed?" "who's going to be pissed off they arent invited?". Will I have lost enough weight I'll be comfortable with 30 people staring at me? Will they think its okay? Will.....?
If I have 30 wedding guests the receptions going to be a nightmare, cause then I have an additional amount that will come to the recpetion, cost is spiralling oput of control and I cant reign it back in. All because HIS FUCKING MOTHER pressured us into upgrading the room.
Pauls mums shouted me through twice to check over the inserts and give me her opinion as to what she does and doesnt like. Im not too fucking scunnered with the whole thing to care anymore. Conveniently Pauls away put, leaving me alone to deal with HER.
Friday night and this morning, I was so proud of the invites, me and Kat took a fair of time and effort designing and making them. From Pauls mum they got a brief nod and "hmmm. very nice" and its left me totally deflated. Its now easier to agree and let her ride roughshod over the entire day than it is to make comment, otherwise she makes my life fucking hell.
To be honest I'll be very surprised if it gets as far as June the 6th. Happiest day of my life, NOT.
totally empty regards the wedding, and the rest of me thinks "screw it, catatonia is better than this shite"
Away to get pished and pray for antidepressants from the doctors tomorrow. Drunkeness beckons. I wish this would all go away.
Just written out the invites and all I can think is "who have I missed?" "who's going to be pissed off they arent invited?". Will I have lost enough weight I'll be comfortable with 30 people staring at me? Will they think its okay? Will.....?
If I have 30 wedding guests the receptions going to be a nightmare, cause then I have an additional amount that will come to the recpetion, cost is spiralling oput of control and I cant reign it back in. All because HIS FUCKING MOTHER pressured us into upgrading the room.
Pauls mums shouted me through twice to check over the inserts and give me her opinion as to what she does and doesnt like. Im not too fucking scunnered with the whole thing to care anymore. Conveniently Pauls away put, leaving me alone to deal with HER.
Friday night and this morning, I was so proud of the invites, me and Kat took a fair of time and effort designing and making them. From Pauls mum they got a brief nod and "hmmm. very nice" and its left me totally deflated. Its now easier to agree and let her ride roughshod over the entire day than it is to make comment, otherwise she makes my life fucking hell.
To be honest I'll be very surprised if it gets as far as June the 6th. Happiest day of my life, NOT.
totally empty regards the wedding, and the rest of me thinks "screw it, catatonia is better than this shite"
Away to get pished and pray for antidepressants from the doctors tomorrow. Drunkeness beckons. I wish this would all go away.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I hate it here so much. I've just spent the past three hours in my room, the only room, crying, so now my heads sore and Im all puffy and red.
Pauls mum has been a complete and utter COW. A cunting fucking cow over the past three days, ignoring us when we are in the kitchen, telling us to fuck off out her room, telling us its her perogative to be grumpy when we ask her why, and the best one yet, today stating that "We essentially have seperate households and therefor nothing above minimum contact is called for".
So after me feeling so uncomforatble that I dont want to go to the kitchen to make anything to eat, and have spent most of the past 5 and a half hours in my room, reading a book and eating ben and Jerrys (and I wonder why Im obese) and sending Paul away to play Battlefield because lets face it, not a lot of fun watching your fiance sob so hard shes soaked through the duvet. Is it any wonder that Im pissed off that after her acting like a complete CUNT the past three days and stating that minimum contact is all thats called for, Paul stoats into her room and strikes up a conversation?
Therefor condoning what shes been doing the past three days and essentially saying "Be as much of a cow as you like, its all right with me Marri's in the next room feeling like shit and wondering just how much more she can take before she gets the flat back"
Its got to the stage now that if he's just going to condone the way she's acting and letting her away with it, I'm not sure if I can live with that. Im not sure I want a relationship where his mother will automatically be forgiven of what she's doing and Im just supposed to take it.
I might have to eat shit, but Idont have to like how it tastes. Game over. I'm out.
She forgets she ASKED us to live here for the year, we didnt ask her.
Oh yeah and the docs pulled my sntidepressants, as they were giving me serious side effects, so yeah although I want depressed I was going blind. So two weeks of cold turkey for me before they can give me anything else. Great. In this atmosphere. If it wasnt so fucking tragic and I couldnt stop crying, I would laugh.
Pauls mum has been a complete and utter COW. A cunting fucking cow over the past three days, ignoring us when we are in the kitchen, telling us to fuck off out her room, telling us its her perogative to be grumpy when we ask her why, and the best one yet, today stating that "We essentially have seperate households and therefor nothing above minimum contact is called for".
So after me feeling so uncomforatble that I dont want to go to the kitchen to make anything to eat, and have spent most of the past 5 and a half hours in my room, reading a book and eating ben and Jerrys (and I wonder why Im obese) and sending Paul away to play Battlefield because lets face it, not a lot of fun watching your fiance sob so hard shes soaked through the duvet. Is it any wonder that Im pissed off that after her acting like a complete CUNT the past three days and stating that minimum contact is all thats called for, Paul stoats into her room and strikes up a conversation?
Therefor condoning what shes been doing the past three days and essentially saying "Be as much of a cow as you like, its all right with me Marri's in the next room feeling like shit and wondering just how much more she can take before she gets the flat back"
Its got to the stage now that if he's just going to condone the way she's acting and letting her away with it, I'm not sure if I can live with that. Im not sure I want a relationship where his mother will automatically be forgiven of what she's doing and Im just supposed to take it.
I might have to eat shit, but Idont have to like how it tastes. Game over. I'm out.
She forgets she ASKED us to live here for the year, we didnt ask her.
Oh yeah and the docs pulled my sntidepressants, as they were giving me serious side effects, so yeah although I want depressed I was going blind. So two weeks of cold turkey for me before they can give me anything else. Great. In this atmosphere. If it wasnt so fucking tragic and I couldnt stop crying, I would laugh.
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