Wedding Day!

So, it's finally here.
The wedding that took an 8 year divorce.
Austin and Kieran are finally getting hitched.
(I told you, give me some slack on this day after thing. LOL)
It. Was. Beautiful.
Kieran did the whole thing herself. Flowers, decorations, food. Every last thing.

Austin's best friend from like, third grade was the officiant.  It was difficult, because both guys started to get emotional.  Me? I lose it when men lose it, but when one of those are my brothers.../sigh.  I didn't have a chance.

There was dinner, dancing, more dancing, of yeah, and booze.  Plenty of booze. There was "the grog of our lives".  This was a mixture of liquor from the areas that affected their life. I liked the idea, but since I don't drink, I didn't get any grog of life. (LOL, the name cracks me up) there was a "virgin grog" they said tasted the same, so I'll just take their word for it.

No one got inappropriately drunk. (Sorry Zadi) but it was wonderful, and I wish my whole family would've been there, and not just me.

I would've liked to dance with my husband.

But I digress.

Today's tally-
Austin and Kieran: infinite
Amber: 1 (I got to be there)
Sappy happy stuff: 3
Sappy sad stuff: 1

A trip of 490 miles begins with actually getting in the car.

Some family trips are for fun, some are for business. Today's trip was for business. (Well, yesterday, give me a break, I was (am) exhausted.
After my flights of....well, terror: I got to sit in the car for about ten hours with my sister mom, and step dad.  Wasn't too too bad, but going back makes me wanna jump on a greyhound from here. I know that's not reasonable, but between the flights and the ride....I'm ready to deal with the homeless people at the bus station.

It started off ok until we had to brake. Mom, please still sooner!  When Ashley says brake lights increasingly louder, please stop.... Please.

There was a speed trap in Indianapolis.  It was like....whoa. LOL. There were at least 8 people pulled over, and more police rushing to pull people over as we went under an overpass.  It was kinda scary, glad we didn't get pulled over.

Then, I-69 ended and we had to go am a surface highway for a few hours.
My step-dad wanted to know why we left the freeway. He was convinced that Google and Waze were taking the shortest distance, not the shortest time.. We tried to explain about settings, and how it uses real time information, but we were wrong and adding time onto our trip.
We stopped and had a really yummy lunch. Got the stare down from a few geese. I listened to music because I could hear people chewing-not their fault-they were eating. And then we packed up and grandpa drove.
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The weaving in and out of traffic dramatically.  Freaking out because "what left? There's no left? Don't tell me a mile away I don't know" and then "you need to tell me in advance, I can't do real quick"
/facepalm

One fun thing my mom, sister, and I did was texting gibberish to each other.  That was fun.  (Typing in a word then seeing where your suggested words take you)

We made it to the base. Gate 4. I had to get my background check but the Florida DMV services weren't working.... 😕. Thankfully my ssn worked. We checked in, got our room assignment and found out is on the second floor.
Let the bickering begin!
"What do you mean the elevators don't work?"
"How are we gonna get out stuff up the stairs?"
"Don't they have people to help with that?"
"How am I gonna get up the stairs?"
We pull into a prime parking spot and I asked them to pop the truck. My sister says "why don't we see where the room is ?" I told her: it's the last room, so there are no other rooms, and since we know it's upstairs, why waste the trip?.  I grabbed the cooler (the heaviest of the stuff) and hauled it blindly to our room.
I was sick of hearing it.  Just grab the crap and go. We don't have the luxury of another room.
After we get settled, I wiped 2 days of travel off my body and put my pajamas on...only to ask my brother if they needed help setting up.  He says if we wanted to. 😕.
Me, my mom and Ashley went to help.
It wasn't a bad time, but I disappointed my brother by my girls not being there.  I'm not saying he didn't understand, but he was disappointed. I mean, he was disappointed when found out Imzadi wasn't going to be there, and now his nieces were not coming. 😢

The venue is beautiful. Austin and Kieran did a great job.

Misery: 1
Disappointment: 2
Annoyance: 4
Amusement (Amber): 1

Day one of the rest of my life...

They say things happen for a reason; but when you're the reason, and it's negative, it's time to do something about it.

A few days ago I started a food journal.  If I put it in my mouth, it goes on the paper.

I've started to question my choice in nursing.  I don't feel passionate about ortho. I don't think anyone does, seriously.  I've been in ortho for a while, I mean, the rehab center was for just that-joint surgeries.  It's time for a change! Now, what to do...

Yesterday I flew from Tampa to Charlotte, them Charlotte to Detroit.  I thought for sure I was a goner over Canada.  OMGosh it was really bad.
The realization that I seriously thought it was a possibility of crashing in Canada, and then probably being smashed and gnarled and chopped up the wind turbines-it makes a girl think.  It was so bad, I texted my Parm'ma'kai, even though I knew it wouldn't go through, I wanted him to know that I love him. 

I got to my mom's, and well, my family will tell you, I'm not a nice person when I'm tired. 5 hours of sleep in a 48 hour period....  So i ate dinner (Ella made tacos, they were amazing! Thank you Ella!). After eating I called the girls to say good night.  I fell asleep talking top the last 3.  So afterwards I went to sleep listening to the hockey game (thank you Zsusanna for the head phones.

So, here I am, awake at 0230am.  Contemplating "what's up".  Well....It's all about to change.  2016 is the year I pull my head out of my butt and take a look around.

Talley the score:   me: 0
                               Misery: 5

And that was only day one... Or was it... I don't know, but I'm saying day one.

I'm gonna try to go back to bed, it is after all 0300.'