Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Here are the pictures from the wedding: 
My hair

 Jealous that Alex looked like a model and I still looked gross.
My beautiful MOH bouquet. 

 Ashleigh Noel Maloney
Too many flowers in the limo!

 Ashleigh Noel Rodriguez
Someone's snap. Most of my pictures are snaps. 

 The new couple. Happy kids :]
Vince and me right when we got to the reception. 

BM, MOH and second in line


Aw I miss her. 

This was a fiasco. Don't ever ask me to button your bustle cause I can't do it and we'll have to call Alex. 

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First dance



 father daughter dance


mother son dance

just chilllin in the bridal suite. 

I wish I could say I was drunk for this...





















so why are you crying when you've got the world to command.

So this past weekend, I was planning on not getting up from the couch, drinking two cases of beer and eating a lot of pizza. Instead, I helped Lauren move all of her (leftover) belongings to Pittsburgh. Lauren drove my uncle and I down to DC on Friday night. Lauren and I went out after we dropped him off at his hotel, mostly because I'm an alcoholic and partly because tater tot nachos were mentioned. We went to this nice bar to get nachos. Sadly all of the good beer was kicked, so I thought we'd try another bar. We weren't in downtown DC or anything so we didn't have a million options. Lauren then attempted to park...that was a story but I won't embarrass her. We went to this new bar that sucked. Sooooo expensive. And not worth it. But we only stayed until I finished that beer. Then we went back to Lauren's to sleep. I was rudely awoken by my parents who cleaned Lauren's house and took apart her table. All while I was hoping to sleep. We eventually got everything in the van and then my uncle and I were off in the U-haul because for some reason Lauren couldn't drive it.

My dad and uncle attempting to put Lauren's exercise thing away. And my dad was driving a pick up truck, which is just the weirdest thing ever. I also drove the pick up truck about 15 feet from the driveway to the street to get some practice for driving the U-Haul.
About that. It wasn't too bad. It wasn't the U-Haul that you're imagining. It's just a cargo van. But it was bout 6 times the size of what I was imagining. Anyway, my uncle started out our journey because I didn't want to drive that thing on the Beltway. So I started at the PA Turnpike. It really wasn't hard to drive, it was just hard to get used to. It was very high (we felt like we were almost level with truckers) and wasn't as solid as my car. So I get behind the wheel and successfully back out of the parking spot, drive to the other side of the parking lot to get gas, get on the TP and next thing you know, this man and his son in a huge truck are honking at me. I'm like "go around you whore, I know I'm going slow." Then they're pointing at the side of the car and my uncle goes "oh maybe I didn't shut the gas cap". Which he didn't. So I pull over going 70 and he shuts it. It's really hard merging from 0 back on to the turnpike in a regular car let alone a car that's 10 times the size of your regular car. I did it. Took me about 5 minutes, but we were back on the road. It was fine and dandy as I was behind a van going 65 which was comfortable. Then we get to the tunnel... there is a semi barreling behind me. THE TRUCK CHANGES LANES IN THE TUNNEL AND THEN PASSES ME. Like I was going 50 which is faster than most people go in tunnels. That was extremely scary.  I stopped after about 40 miles. But I think my uncle was happy he didn't have to do that whole drive alone. 
But anyway, we made it home and unpacked. 



Let me just get a few more moments of your time to complain about my neighbors: I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM SO MUCH. Well it's a woman and her children. I can't get mad at them when she's outside playing music at 2 or 3 pm. But 12 am is another story. I was up all night last night with these drunk (I really hope they were drunk), blasting ghetto music. laughing, screaming, threatening to beat each other up. There was so much yelling and shouting the "n-word". I debated calling the cops, spent all night researching what to do in these situations, but in the end, I did what I do best: nothing. Some old man came out and yelled at them eventually and they stopped. 

I also am becoming one of those really annoying women who feel the need to correct men when they make extremely sexist statements. I start small, but today for example: I'm with my client (19 year old boy on the Autism Spectrum) and his mother and Mobile Therapist today. My client's step dad walks in (in the process of getting a divorce with my client's mom) walks in and starts talking about really inappropriate things. I tell him I'm not here to discuss his marital problems. Then he goes on to talk about jealous of all of these men walking in with their trophy wives. I told him that's disrespectful and he shouldn't talk about women that way and he told me "I'm a man. Men are pigs". I just left it at that because he's a gross, fat, uneducated waste of space that talks about how much he wants to cheat on his wife in front of professionals and his step son. I had so many things I wanted to say, but I'm scared of everything. See above. 

Friday, August 5, 2016

You're in your car and I'm on my motorcycle

As I've lost all of my technology savvy that I had in my heyday, I can't figure out how to get my new iPad/iPhone to sync with my computer as my iPhone 4 once had. I've troubleshooted a time or two, but it's not as fun as it used to be. Anyho, gonna post the pictures I've taken over the past few weeks as I am currently blogging via my iPad. On my bed before work. Gonna be late. DONT CARE. 

Here they are: 

As I said earlier, Marissa and I went tubing. It was a lot of fun. 
This is a Coheed song, thought it was kinda cool. 
I really love this beer. 
It's so pretty to go here. I could honestly do this every day. 
So sad about leaving.
This is Firefly Distillery. Was a neat thing 
Horrible picture but fun times. 
Gator was super close! 
Just the funniest picture I've ever taken 

That's all folks.