one rainy day

Feb 13, 2005 15:07

It rains here a lot. Well, that's not strictly true. Someone told me when I was here this summer, "If you don't like the weather in England, wait 15 minutes." It's cloudy and sunny and windy and rainy and almost warm all in the same day. Which, I suppose is good.

Right now I don't feel so hot. I have the bad kind of cramps. Yucky. I'm on the grouchy side, and tired, despite having slept 10 hours last night.

Anyhow, I thought I'd do a little wedding-planning update. If you're bored already about me writing about this stuff, just stop reading. Handy, huh?

So, I have a church (Hamilton Presbyterian Church, in Bethel Park, PA), a minister (my uncle), a reception venue/caterer/baker (Four Points by Sheraton Pittsburgh Airport), a florist (someone named Judith who my step-momworks with-- she's in charge of the floral design school at the vo-tech), and my dress ordered (email me if you want pics). We have a rough guest list, my attendants chosen (my two sisters, hope and jill are co- maids of honor, and my two best friends/roommates from college are bridesmaids, plus we have a jr bridesmaid, my cousin hannah, who will be 9 in November-- she'll be carrying the rings in a little purse, since there are no small children in the wedding).

I still need a photographer (soon!), a DJ, transportation, him to pick his attendants, invites, programs, to pick bridesmaids' dresses, rings, to plan a rehearsal dinner, tuxes for the guys, accessories for my dress, a seating plan, to meet with the cake lady, to arrange all the travel for ourselves and everyone else, find a hair and makeup person, plan the ceremony with my uncle, decide on who is toasting and when, and keep my parents from killing each other, or me from killing them both. Good times.

We met with my dad to talk about the finances, and he (of course), said, well, we'll split it three ways, you pay a third, we'll pay a third, and your mom can pay a third. Now, somehow, that isn't fair. Steve and I will pay for some things, yes. (I've already paid for my dress, and the favor-making supplies) My mom, though, probably can't give us much more than 2000.00, and that's stretching it. She's declared bankruptcy. She has one income, they have two, and they're not saving for a house, like we are. That'll cover the photographer and the invites and probably the cars. If my dad pays for the reception, then I think we can manage the other things. All fine, right? No. My step-mom has my dad firmly by the balls, and told him no he couldn't volunteer more than the flowers and 3,000 of the 6 it costs to host the reception.

I think I can get more out of him. In fact, if I call him personally on Wendesday while she's at work and tell him that my mom can't give us as much, and is there any way they could stretch a little and cover the reception outright. I think if it's just me talking to him, we can swing it. I know it will all work out and be just as beautiful as I want it to be, but sometimes I feel like strangling my dad. Don't be a jackass. How many times does he think I'm going to get married? Maybe he can take one less vacation to Hawaii this year and pay for some wedding expenses. Oh wait, his bitch wife would have a fit. *rolls eyes*
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