So a wedding is a really good excuse for planning a vacation, right? Well, that's what we did anyway.
My sister is officially Mrs. Nathaniel Skinner, and very happy. And Nathaniel Skinner now has significantly more family. He's pretty pleased too. Actually, we were going to see the Hobbit- but the Twin Cinema in Marion (where we're staying) doesn't open again until tomorrow. So we went on to point B- which was McDonalds for some free WiFi and a mocha. So I'm actually sitting across from the happy couple who are sitting on their computers chatting with people and updating Facebook marital statuses. Everything's been lovely. I feel like a great pressure has been lifted- no more stress about Trillian not stressing or about things coming together, or about meeting Nathaniel's family (Who were, by the by, absolutely delightful- every one of them!) All I have to worry about now is packing up my clothing and getting back to Zebulon in one piece. It's so nice!
The wedding was beautiful- but I might just be getting ahead of myself.
Let's see? What was my last post about? There's a picture griping about design flaws.... and another with a picture of PO boxes in Smithfield. And a picture of my wire Sculpture that I called "Imago Dei" then the one with me whining about my brother's attitude. Well, I suppose that puts me right back here, eh? I've been really stressed out over the past couple of months- and everything culminated in the last week or so. I've finally had done with finals, Christmas cantata's and Christmas dinners, Christmas and weddings and wedding dinners and drama and stuff.
Basically, we finished the christmas cantata and we packed up and mom, Trillian and I headed toward Marion NC. Five hour drive; I don't recall much from it. Mom napped in the back of the car, I rode shotgun, I dumped coffee in my lap and soaked my phone- then didn't turn it off and I'm reaping the consequences for that choice. my keyboard isn't functioning well- it's about 60% right now, maybe worse (Yeah, the keyboard doesn't work at all anymore). We got to the mountains and got settled in the Mission House at Bethlehem Baptist Church- They let us use the mission house to stay in Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Free of charge. It was such a blessing! Mom, Trillian and I had 'debriefing' or 'After Action Reports' every night to discuss what we did and go over what we wanted to do the next day. It was delightful. Those were probably what saved my life while we were there- it was so nice knowing what we were about the next day.
We also had Sean Eoin- and that didn't really help a lot. See, he wanted to have a long heartfelt discussion about why He and I would never be an item. I had told him more then twice online that I simply wasn't interested- but he wanted me to tell him in person I suppose. Like he could change my mind, or thought I as lying, or as if I couldn't tell him to his face, or would change my mind. Rather manipulative, and I shouldn't have agreed to it. I've been a lot harder on him recently, holding him at arms length. I actually just updated my facebook and google relationship status to "single" just now. I think he caught the hint. I think I hurt his ego, but that's fine because his ego isn't my responsibility. (He'll be okay.)
Anyway, Sean was mopy and using a lot of loosely veiled manipulative phrases... I mean, for instance, when I got irritated and snapped at him he said something about how he wished he could remember what he'd done to anger me. I, being who I am, wasn't going to play his little pity party game, and so I gave him a small smile and told him sweetly that that wasn't what he meant by it, and I was going to call him on it. I told him that he hadn't stopped staring at me and wouldn't leave me alone and that he needed to leave me alone, give me some space, and stop whining. I mean, we so totally aren't an item- we so totally will NEVER be an item- and yet any time I'd comment about any other guy he'd be like "who's he?" as if he had to approve of everyone and I should not want to talk to anyone else. Like, I mentioned Josh Kellum once (who is a mutual friend), and I said something about the Youngs, and once I said I was looking froward to talking with one of the grooms men whose name was Colin about pottery and throwing techniques. Sean's reaction was to act slighted and hurt every time. That's a bit controlling. NOBODY has that much claim on my interactions. NO ONE. Not even my dad. Nobody has any business whining about who I spend my time with- And I wasn't even blowing sean off to hang out with said individuals! I only mentioned their NAMES. Seriously, he even got sullen and mopey when I admitted that I thought that Tom Hiddleston is adorable- and I wasn't even talking to him! I was talking to my mother for pete's sake! And still with the sullen reaction! Then, during the wedding while I was going about my bridesmaid's duties he would not quit staring at me, and while we were dancing after the wedding he was STILL staring at me all sullen (Which 'round here is called pitching a fit.) I just wanted to slap him- He's got no claim on me and if I want to talk to someone else or about someone else or mention that I think Loki is cute then I darn well will! I'm a Roper woman, and we're meaner than nails, and I don't need his permission to do anything! I mean, gawsh, He was clinging to my skirt-tail for four days straight. I was stressed out to begin with, then emotionally stretched to the limit, and having to deal with a whiny, sullen manipulator every time I turned around. I feel like I was within my rights to be a little short. Grrr!!!
This thing is dragging on a little bit I think. I'm sorry. It'll be okay- it's not like anyone reads it anyhow. (Which is sad, because my links are quite witty.)
Anyway. The wedding went well, I got to drive to Marion. That was on my bucket list- Drive in the mountains. I did too. It was so relaxing- and I really relished it. I might actually get to drive home later. We got to the depot to set up for the wedding at 6:30am and started work decorating immediately. I spent most of the time decorating avoiding Sean. I think he noticed, but December 22nd was Trillian and Nate day- not 'Cater-to-Sean' day, and (as mean as I am) I expect he will get over it. Anyhow, the ceremony was beautiful, the decorations were great, we had a great turn out. The bride was beautiful, the groom was smashing, the groomsmen were sharp and the brides maids were very trendy [if I do say so myself]. I imagine Trillian will update her blog about it shortly, so I'll link to their blog here.
After the wedding they went off, and I went off, and we went home and went to bed about 9pm. I literally slept like I was dead. When I woke up the next morning I was half on the bed, half in the floor- that is, I was in the bed, but I had an arm and a leg and my hair all hanging off the edge. I looked like I'd been slain. Got up, looked in the mirror and found I'd left my makeup on- which means my eyes looked sunk, and everything else was incredibly pale. Got cleaned up, got some coffee, and went to church at Bethlehem Baptist, which is basically out mountain home church. I got to talk to Josh Bingham (another guy I mentioned off hand that put Sean in 'rejection' mode) briefly. Last time we were in the mountains he was on furlough from ministry at a college in Chicago. He's moved on from there now, and is working with Campus Crusade in San Fransisco at present. Christmas morning we read out of our Gratitude journals, opened presents- I got the Avengers, but I knew I was getting that (we watched it again last night, it was great.) then we had lunch at nana's camp ground and talked with a couple out there for a while. Then we went to the Ruritan for dinner with the Ropers. I stayed in the kitchen with the aunts a lot- I really enjoyed that actually- I felt like I could be at rest with them. Around everyone else I felt like I had to maintain a stoic exterior, but I felt like I could stay on Aunt Penny's shoulder trying to not cry for hours.
Yeah, stress is gone, but so is Trillian. I'm a little emotionally thin right now. I don't feel like talking about it right now, so we'll leave it at this: I'm really tired, I'm really sad, but I'm also okay. I do need her, but I don't. I'm good.
I really should post this before it gets any longer... I'll not be able to post again for a couple days, but I will review this and flesh some stuff out later. Give more details and the like. -Til then.
..::|Espresso is Good|::..
My sister is officially Mrs. Nathaniel Skinner, and very happy. And Nathaniel Skinner now has significantly more family. He's pretty pleased too. Actually, we were going to see the Hobbit- but the Twin Cinema in Marion (where we're staying) doesn't open again until tomorrow. So we went on to point B- which was McDonalds for some free WiFi and a mocha. So I'm actually sitting across from the happy couple who are sitting on their computers chatting with people and updating Facebook marital statuses. Everything's been lovely. I feel like a great pressure has been lifted- no more stress about Trillian not stressing or about things coming together, or about meeting Nathaniel's family (Who were, by the by, absolutely delightful- every one of them!) All I have to worry about now is packing up my clothing and getting back to Zebulon in one piece. It's so nice!
The wedding was beautiful- but I might just be getting ahead of myself.
Let's see? What was my last post about? There's a picture griping about design flaws.... and another with a picture of PO boxes in Smithfield. And a picture of my wire Sculpture that I called "Imago Dei" then the one with me whining about my brother's attitude. Well, I suppose that puts me right back here, eh? I've been really stressed out over the past couple of months- and everything culminated in the last week or so. I've finally had done with finals, Christmas cantata's and Christmas dinners, Christmas and weddings and wedding dinners and drama and stuff.
Basically, we finished the christmas cantata and we packed up and mom, Trillian and I headed toward Marion NC. Five hour drive; I don't recall much from it. Mom napped in the back of the car, I rode shotgun, I dumped coffee in my lap and soaked my phone- then didn't turn it off and I'm reaping the consequences for that choice. my keyboard isn't functioning well- it's about 60% right now, maybe worse (Yeah, the keyboard doesn't work at all anymore). We got to the mountains and got settled in the Mission House at Bethlehem Baptist Church- They let us use the mission house to stay in Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Free of charge. It was such a blessing! Mom, Trillian and I had 'debriefing' or 'After Action Reports' every night to discuss what we did and go over what we wanted to do the next day. It was delightful. Those were probably what saved my life while we were there- it was so nice knowing what we were about the next day.
We also had Sean Eoin- and that didn't really help a lot. See, he wanted to have a long heartfelt discussion about why He and I would never be an item. I had told him more then twice online that I simply wasn't interested- but he wanted me to tell him in person I suppose. Like he could change my mind, or thought I as lying, or as if I couldn't tell him to his face, or would change my mind. Rather manipulative, and I shouldn't have agreed to it. I've been a lot harder on him recently, holding him at arms length. I actually just updated my facebook and google relationship status to "single" just now. I think he caught the hint. I think I hurt his ego, but that's fine because his ego isn't my responsibility. (He'll be okay.)
Anyway, Sean was mopy and using a lot of loosely veiled manipulative phrases... I mean, for instance, when I got irritated and snapped at him he said something about how he wished he could remember what he'd done to anger me. I, being who I am, wasn't going to play his little pity party game, and so I gave him a small smile and told him sweetly that that wasn't what he meant by it, and I was going to call him on it. I told him that he hadn't stopped staring at me and wouldn't leave me alone and that he needed to leave me alone, give me some space, and stop whining. I mean, we so totally aren't an item- we so totally will NEVER be an item- and yet any time I'd comment about any other guy he'd be like "who's he?" as if he had to approve of everyone and I should not want to talk to anyone else. Like, I mentioned Josh Kellum once (who is a mutual friend), and I said something about the Youngs, and once I said I was looking froward to talking with one of the grooms men whose name was Colin about pottery and throwing techniques. Sean's reaction was to act slighted and hurt every time. That's a bit controlling. NOBODY has that much claim on my interactions. NO ONE. Not even my dad. Nobody has any business whining about who I spend my time with- And I wasn't even blowing sean off to hang out with said individuals! I only mentioned their NAMES. Seriously, he even got sullen and mopey when I admitted that I thought that Tom Hiddleston is adorable- and I wasn't even talking to him! I was talking to my mother for pete's sake! And still with the sullen reaction! Then, during the wedding while I was going about my bridesmaid's duties he would not quit staring at me, and while we were dancing after the wedding he was STILL staring at me all sullen (Which 'round here is called pitching a fit.) I just wanted to slap him- He's got no claim on me and if I want to talk to someone else or about someone else or mention that I think Loki is cute then I darn well will! I'm a Roper woman, and we're meaner than nails, and I don't need his permission to do anything! I mean, gawsh, He was clinging to my skirt-tail for four days straight. I was stressed out to begin with, then emotionally stretched to the limit, and having to deal with a whiny, sullen manipulator every time I turned around. I feel like I was within my rights to be a little short. Grrr!!!
This thing is dragging on a little bit I think. I'm sorry. It'll be okay- it's not like anyone reads it anyhow. (Which is sad, because my links are quite witty.)
Anyway. The wedding went well, I got to drive to Marion. That was on my bucket list- Drive in the mountains. I did too. It was so relaxing- and I really relished it. I might actually get to drive home later. We got to the depot to set up for the wedding at 6:30am and started work decorating immediately. I spent most of the time decorating avoiding Sean. I think he noticed, but December 22nd was Trillian and Nate day- not 'Cater-to-Sean' day, and (as mean as I am) I expect he will get over it. Anyhow, the ceremony was beautiful, the decorations were great, we had a great turn out. The bride was beautiful, the groom was smashing, the groomsmen were sharp and the brides maids were very trendy [if I do say so myself]. I imagine Trillian will update her blog about it shortly, so I'll link to their blog here.
After the wedding they went off, and I went off, and we went home and went to bed about 9pm. I literally slept like I was dead. When I woke up the next morning I was half on the bed, half in the floor- that is, I was in the bed, but I had an arm and a leg and my hair all hanging off the edge. I looked like I'd been slain. Got up, looked in the mirror and found I'd left my makeup on- which means my eyes looked sunk, and everything else was incredibly pale. Got cleaned up, got some coffee, and went to church at Bethlehem Baptist, which is basically out mountain home church. I got to talk to Josh Bingham (another guy I mentioned off hand that put Sean in 'rejection' mode) briefly. Last time we were in the mountains he was on furlough from ministry at a college in Chicago. He's moved on from there now, and is working with Campus Crusade in San Fransisco at present. Christmas morning we read out of our Gratitude journals, opened presents- I got the Avengers, but I knew I was getting that (we watched it again last night, it was great.) then we had lunch at nana's camp ground and talked with a couple out there for a while. Then we went to the Ruritan for dinner with the Ropers. I stayed in the kitchen with the aunts a lot- I really enjoyed that actually- I felt like I could be at rest with them. Around everyone else I felt like I had to maintain a stoic exterior, but I felt like I could stay on Aunt Penny's shoulder trying to not cry for hours.
Yeah, stress is gone, but so is Trillian. I'm a little emotionally thin right now. I don't feel like talking about it right now, so we'll leave it at this: I'm really tired, I'm really sad, but I'm also okay. I do need her, but I don't. I'm good.
I really should post this before it gets any longer... I'll not be able to post again for a couple days, but I will review this and flesh some stuff out later. Give more details and the like. -Til then.
..::|Espresso is Good|::..
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