Fuckers @ MindSay

If you're planning on getting married, avoid getting anything at David's Bridal.  Mish got her dress from them just fine, but the other day, one of her bridesmaids was getting fitted, and not only does it turn out that the dress won't be ready for another 8 WEEKS, but they have it in their computer that our wedding is set for July 11, 2010. 

When we told them that it will be July 11, 2009. 

And they confirmed this information twice.

What they also confirmed for us twice was that their dresses would be ready in four weeks, with plenty of time before the wedding.

Now I'm not saying that ALL employees from ALL the David's Bridal shops are incompetent buffoons whose parents are blood relatives, but really: it's your wedding.  Why would you trust it to some stupid fuckup who can't even count to 10, using all of their fingers?

Do yourself a favor.  If you're getting married- don't go to David's Bridal.  They suck.  Go somewhere else.

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Blog #56

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...

 

 

I didn't think I could do much more work on my webpage in Media Studies.

I added some review quotes and sexy golden stars. Our movie isn't awesome though, so it only got 4 stars from the reviewers. This is my critical nature with a slight disguise.

Hmmmmmmm...

 

I stayed in college rather than going straight home after D block.

I could have left - but today was supposed to have been the Guitar Hero tournament.

We waited around for Ash - for fucking ages, because her taxi wouldn't turn up...

 

I ate a cheeseburger and chips from the refectory - I couldn't go into town because I was waiting for Ash...

 

Ash turns up at about half fucking 1 - we go down to the theatre - the bastards have packed it away.

Not happy, I swear to God.

 

I came home and all I did was 5 hours of solid sketchbook.

It still looks like I've done fuck all.

my mother and I had a political disagreement last night before I left for work and she is a fucking baby and we are not talking to each other.


But it's okay that we're not talking because I won. :smug:

Okay, my girl has a stalker... Her stalker said he was going to rape her... and in the end she's going to end up in a coffin... He dropped a date rape pill in her soda three days ago... She said she passed out and woke up with a hickey on her neck. In the morning she was throwing up and feeling dizzy. Now he has a knife on him and walks around her house every now and then... She's in WI I'm in CA... wtf and I supposed to do? I have nothing in my account, her self centered mom takes away her money for the fucking rent...

The kids and Randy had a grand laugh at my expense tonight.  I have made no bones about HATING and being somewhat FEARFUL of snakes.  I don't care if they are the lenght of my hand and only have a fat lil head, I kill them if I see them or go high tailing it back to the house to either grab Randy or now my fearless of snakes daughter DeLaney!

 

Randy called about 7:30 this evening.  I wanted him to get a hold of his mom to find out how his sister is doing with Chemo and Radation for her Breast Cancer.  That is a different blog.  After he talked to his mom and was flabergasted over how she yet again showed how shitty of a mom she is........again a different blog he called home.

 

I talked to him for a bit and let him know we were having a ruff afternoon and evening.  And then past the phone off to the kids to talk.  I, in the mean time, let Spud out to go potty and grabbed a hold of Dooley's collar to put him back on the chain for the night.  Dooley wasn't happy but he knows better to fight mamma.

 

So we walk across the drive near the house, by the propane tank and the piles of wood; heading up to his dog house and where his chain is at.  It is up a slight hill to a level area.  I have a pair of black chucks on, a pair of cut of sweats from 1995 and a tank top I wear to clean.  This should be pretty normal right!  WRONG!!!!

 

I take a step down with my right foot (knee is doing good by the way) and I feel a bump underneight my foot and there is noooooooooo tree or stick nothing in the area.  Next thing I know, I feel a lash of something meaty and scaly on my ankle and foot!  I look down!  GASP!  It is a Bull Snake!  Bigger then the one I took a pciture of!

 

I was standing on it's neck!  I jumped a mile!  I could have cleared a pole vault height!  SCREAMED LIKE A LIL BITCH seeing Bret Michaels (sorry been watching Bret Michaels Rock of Love).  Let go of the puppy after about strangling the poor thing.  I scared him soooooo bad that he brough down one of his massive paws right on the middle of the snake and my foot!  Tripping me on my ass with in inches of the dayum snake who by this time is rightly pist off!  My knee is now killing me cause of that lil business!  I looked in that dayum snake's eyes and promptly screamed like a bitch AGAIN!

 

Ever see a 30lb over weight gimpy thick hot mamma get up and go running back to the house like Big Foot was after her for some hot ape loving?  Well if you haven't I am sure it is a funny sight!  Coltin was walkign out to the mudporch when I gimped ran back into the house while on the phoen with his dad, becasue they all heard me scream like that lil bitch, including Randy on the other side of the line, and Randy sent the kids out to check on me!  I then ran my poor scrawny son over gettin into the kitchen!

 

My tits were heaving so hard that I thought I was going to give myself a fat lip with them!  When Coltin handed the phone back over to me, Randy was laughing so hard because Coltin had explained that I had stepped on a Bull Snake and I was all muddy from falling right next to it and I just was screaming because of the snake! 

 

I have mean and cruel children and a hubby for laughign over my tramatic experince with yet another snake!  Fuckers!