Apartment Pics

Off Limits

Sunday night my sister and RJ got back from their honeymoon. They went to Branson. When they got back to our house we all watched the wedding DVD that I made them. We had tons of fun talking about the things that had happened that day because we did not get a chance to talk because we were so busy. I kind of felt bad when they got ready to leave because they did not know what was awaiting them when they were to get back to their apartment, but the deed had been done and I am ready to accept the consequences.

They did not call us Sunday night, and we were expecting them to call. I called them that night but they did not answer. Later I found out that they chose not to answer because they were PISSED. The next day I called them and RJ answered the phone and said, "I hope you're calling to apologize." I really didn't think that they would get as upset as they did, it was all out of fun. They should of expected something to happen, it was a wedding, but they were still mad. They told me that the Saran wrap and toilet paper wasn't so bad but that we went overboard with the confetti. Yes, the confetti was my idea so I am the main person that they are blaming for this whole escapade. Even though I did not even find out about it until the rehearsal dinner. My Aunt Kim, the flea marketeer, was the mastermind behind all of it. I just had a couple of ideas to go along with her. Nevertheless I am the one taking most of the blame, and I am going to be the one that gets the worst retaliation, getting my head shaved bald, for instance.

I wanted to convey that message that it was all out of fun and love. They know that I love them but for a while I was beginning to think that this "incident" was going to start a family feud. Monday night after I left their apartment I texted them and told them I was sorry bout the confetti and if i knew it was going to be such a big problem, then I wouldn't have done it. They called me back and told me that everything would be alright and that they wouldn't be mad anymore just as long as the apartment subject stays off limits for now. Not a word.

Wedding part 2

A couple of months ago my sister approached me and asked me if I wanted to sing a duet with her maiden of honor in her wedding. Me being the "awesome vocalist" that I am agreed to do it. I love my sister very much and I thought the least I could do is sing in her wedding. I am not the best singer in the world but I can hold my own around a micorphone. Plus, the girl and I had sang in a group together in church a few years back so we were used to each other. We sand from a soundtrack and I sang a solo on the verses and I harmonized on the courses. We practiced many hours individually but we only practiced with each other for an hour two days before the wedding. We both had our parts down but when you start singing together it is hard to find your part at first. After a while we finally got it down, and at the wedding rehearsal we sang it in front of all of our friends and family. I was kinda nervous but it made it even worse when everyone around you is talking and carrying on conversations and laughing while you are trying to a song. It is very disturbing, but we got through it and when it came time to do if for real I guess it we did alright. That is what everybody said, but one mess up I had was I got off on the timing in the first verse because I couldnt hear the soundtrack very well but I was able to get back "on track," but nobody noticed my little misshap. All in all I guess the song went pretty well. The name of it was "Household of Faith," a very fitting song for this wedding.

We had to wear purple tucedos, the suit part wasnt purple but the vest thingy and the bow tie were purple.

RJ is a guy that likes to pull pranks and everything like that and his wedding is no exception. I am just glad that I was able to get in on it too. As we were all standing in the back room waiting for the service to start RJ's friend Chris came up with the idea to get into a huddle when the preacher askes, "do you take her to be your wife." He was going to look over at us and we were going to get together in a group and talk amongst each other and go,"1 2 3 break" and then he would say "I do." He warned the preacher that we were going to do something but he was still shocked when it happened. When he asked RJ during the ceremony RJ turned and looked over a couple of times but nobody was moving and after a few seconds I decided that I would make the first move because if we hadnt done it then RJ would have looked stupid up there. So, we did it and everybody laughed. The preacher lost his place and said, "let's start over again." It was funny, and at least we made it to where everybody would have something to remember the day by.

While they were drinking their first drink, RJ had got super huge glasses for them to drink from they were 2 feet tall, it was hilarious.

I have been telling them for the past few months that I was going to decorate their car. They had been saying that they were going to hide their car so we couldnt decorate it. A few weeks before the wedding they got a new 2005 Ford F150 and I wanted to decorate it but they hid it and they had her car up there for us to decorate, but they told us that we could and it is not any fun when they give you permission to decorate something. My aunt approached me the night before the wedding and told me about her plan to decorate their apartment. I was all for it and we didnt do anything to their car and they thought they got off scott free but they have a surprise waiting for them when they get home from their honeymoon. We Saran wrapped the bed, toilet, and alomst all of the furniture in their apartment. Also, we wrote one their shower walls and on the mirror and put confettie all over the floors. It was so much fun. It was the most fun that I had had in a long time. We even Saran wrapped the vacuum cleaner so they will have to clean it up before they can even clean the floors. They are going to be so mad at us but I dont care. I know that they are going to retaliate but it is to be expected. They will get me back at my wedding (if I ever get married). Or, Ill probably wake up one morning with my head shaved bald. RJ had been talking about doing it to me for a while but i think that after what we did to them it will probably happen in the very near future.

Wedding

Well i got bored one night and i came back to my blog and saw that i had a "lot" of responses to my blogs so I decided to add a new one. I dont know if anybody will read it but I just like to write. I guess Mrs. Smith actually helped me out this semester because now i dont mind writing, and i actually find it fun at times.

Anyways. This weekend my sister finally got married. I didnt thing that the day would ever come. Last year when RJ asked my sister to marry him I was like "that day will never come" but it did and seems like a dream. The past week seemed like a big dream. It was unreal. One feeling I have now that it is over is the feeling of lonliness. I am so very glad that my sister found someone special (someone that I approve of, otherwise they wouldnt have gotten married) but after it was all over i find myself hoping that i never have to spend my life by myself. I do not fear very much in life, God of course, but in a reverent way, but besides that my biggest fear in life is that i will never find that special someone that i can have fun with and laugh with. Someone that will just be there for me, and I for her. Even in the lonliest hours God is always there to comfort me. He reminds me that He has everything under control. I have given up the hunt and i am just going to let Him send her to me.

Enough of the mushy crap, yall probably want to hear about the wedding. When they first got engaged i was hoping that they would make me one of the groomsmen. I thought that he would want me to be one. I thought that he thought of me like his brother. Over the past couple of years I have gotten close to him and I would go as far as to say that he is one of my best friends. I was hoping that he thought of me the same way but i guess that he didnt. That was probably not the reason why but they wanted me to be an usher. A few weeks after the proposal my sister approached me and said, "Jim, you're gonna be an usher for sure and a backup groomsmen, just in case someone cannot show up. I also want you to rent a tux too." When she first told me I was speechless and I thought she was joking but she wasnt. I didnt ever really tell her but I was furious. I was an usher in HER BEST FRIENDS WEDDING, I thought i deserved something better than that in my own sister's wedding. I mean the ushers are only in like one wedding picture. I approached her about it later on and she "talked" to RJ and they both agreed to add me and his sister into the wedding party. Needless to say I was very excited after that and i had no problem paying that $112 for a tux.

to be continued.... much more to tell about...I havent got to the funny stuff yet

"It's Fixed!"

"Jimmy, will you put the tarp up for me today?" my boss asked me Tuesday morning. I work at the Barksdale Shoppette and you would think that being on base they would take care of their property but they don't. When they built the building they did not do a very good job. They probably got the contractor with the cheapest bid to do the job because it sucks. We have had leaks for the last few years now and every time they come and "fix" a leak it seems like two more spring in its place. Its rather funny to me. Every time it rains we call CE, civil engineering, to come and see that we still have leaks. According to them, "we fixed all of the leaks."

Now, every time it rains, we have a 16 by 20 feet tarp that we hang over the receiving desk in our stockroom. Computers, price scanners and network utilities are all sitting on the desk. If we do not do something about our problem then all of this expensive equipment will get ruined. That is why she expensed a big tarp. It is rather funny looking if you think about it. At first when the vendors came in they would get a good laugh about it because it was something new, but as time went on they just got used to it. You never know when it is going to rain again. We have been able to keep the "tent," which is what it is know by, down for the last couple of weeks, but the big thunderstorm prompted her the request it's "raising." Maybe someday they will fix our roof but I highly doubt it.

Wedding of the Century

I know that all of you adoring fans out there are wondering how the "Wedding of the Century" went. Friday night I was packed and ready to go. I put my bag in my parents van until I found out that me and RJ weren't leaving until Saturday morning. I was a little bit bummed because I didn't want to have to wake up early and drive the next morning, but he wasn't feeling good so I could understand. Anyways, we left at five o'clock in the morning and got there at about ten because RJ drives like a grandma. When we got there they had already got everything set up so we didn't really need to get there that early, but if we wouldn't have then my mom and my sister would have been mad.

At 12 the "other" family showed up to set the cake up outside. It was two hours until the wedding and they were already setting up the cake. It was a wedding that was held outside which this was not the best day to do this. It was cloudy, windy and cold, not the perfect wedding picture, but nonetheless the wedding must go on. When the "other" family showed up the not only set up the cake they decorated the archway in a color that their mother, the bride, doesn't even like. My Aunt knew this and went outside. We were all sitting inside watching them set up. My Aunt went out there and I swear she had steam coming out of her ears. The one analogy that I could come up with for this situation is the Hatfields vs. McCoys.

It was a normal wedding, in the traditional sense. They had the best man, groomsman, bridesmaids, etc., they even had someone playing the Cello. But, on the other hand there was Bro. Leeroy, the preacher. He is not the best speaker in the world but he did alright, I guess, except that he was calling my grandpa Bro Freud instead of his real name Floyd. It was hilarious. Every time he was say it I would look at RJ and we would just bust out laughing, under our breathe.

Guess what. I caught the garter. I didn't want to but I was the only single guy there. I must remind you he is 81 and she is 74. I didn't want to catch it but they trapped me in his living room. I know in his head he thought "yep we've gotta find him a girl for him." My dad told me that since I got it by default it is cancelled out. I would like to believe him because I am not anywhere close to getting married.

While they were opening their presents we were outside decorating their car with toilet paper, saran wrap and hair moose. We didn't think this through very well; it was kind of a last moment thing. It all came together though; they couldn't get into their car.

While opening presents one of them was and empty bottle filled with jelly beans. On that bottle "Viagra" was supposed to be written on it but instead "Vigaria" was written on there which made it even funnier. To top it off the people that gave it to them was her Sunday school class at her Church. The older ladies class. It was a great wedding!

I'll Show You

A few years ago, after my grandma died, my grandpa was very discouraged and wanted to get a motorcycle. I guess somehow this would have helped him get over the pain of losing his wife. My mom and her brothers would have nothing to do with it. They told him they didn't think that he should get a motorcycle because he is 80 years old and it would be too risky. The way I looked at it was if he really wanted to get a motorcycle let him get a motorcycle. If it makes him happy then it makes me happy that he is happy. But, nobody else in my family shared my opinion. They couldn't forbid him to get one but they did all that they could to stop him without actually saying, "No."

This Friday night me and RJ, my soon to be brother-in-law, are going to work at the Mudbugs game because nobody else would be able too. The rest of my family are going to drive up to Arkansas Friday night. Me and RJ are going to drive up there Friday night after the game and will probably arrive anywhere between two and three O'clock Saturday morning. We will probably have to wake up super early Saturday morning to get the place prepared for a wedding, the wedding of the century, at least to us. When we told our family we were going to the game they got mad because they needed help. Originally RJ and I were going to drive up early Saturday morning and get there just in time for the wedding but my sister didn't like that Idea. I don't really care about helping out because that is just what I do. I am a grunt. I do whatever people need me to do. You probably already have a good idea about who's wedding this is but I will go ahead and say it. It is my Grandpa's and I am very happy that he has found someone that will make him happy. My family of course is not very happy about it but me, I am. They do not really want him to get married because they don't want everything to get complicated. Who gets this if he or she dies and so on. But, in the words of my boss, "You should of let him get the motorcycle."