Must have...

wine. In a jug. I feel a need to sit down and have a glass (or 6) of wine.
So, I didn't get the job. They were hiring for 3 positions, I had to go back into the school today for a 3rd interview. (who ever heard of THREE interviews?!) to be told that they have filled the 2 full time positions and are looking for someone to cover a 6 week maternity leave beginning in September. They are calling me back this afternoon if they want to offer me the 6 wk. position.....I don't want a 6 week position. But I suppose its better than nothing. Im really disappointed and bummed out and feel just plain crappy because I thought my previous interviews went really well. I currently have -$17.49 in my bank account and bills that were due last week and feel overwhelmed and sad. I was really hoping to get hired for this job. I was playing all nonchalant with my family, like it was no big deal, but Im a big liar-face because I am way more upset about this than I should be if it was no big deal.

and....we bought a couch last week, to be picked up on Tuesday before a billion family members come to our house this weekend. But, its possible that we will both be unemployed before long and then I have no idea what we're gonna do. and what possessed us to buy a couch? I have no clue. But, I love the couch. Love love love it. Its ours and its beautiful and its new and I love it.

So, now that Im through whining I'm going to begin wine-ing. its 10am. Thats ok right?

-So my bff's freakishly committed wedding is over. There was no booze at the reception so i smuggled in wine with the help of my mothers fully packed cooler in the trunk of her car. Bless her heart. I made it through my maid of honor speech with only 3 sentences to go before I cried. Kate was a beautiful bride. She seems happy and spent a week in sunny Cancun. Life is good.

-I was called in for a second interview at Churchville-Chili H.S. (it went well) and they called my references yesterday. (I know this because my favorite professor called me to fill me in). So keep your fingers crossed. Its a nice suburban school district just 10 miles south of my house in Spencerport, which would be a wonderful commute. How will that work with my relationship and other Topsy-turvy messes I get myself into? umm...... we'll figure that out later.

-I'm 24. And I'm bratty about it. I hate 24. I feel like a loser. I have no job and no life and my friends all do. And its crappy. yes. Crappy. And I didn't get any presents to unwrap this year. I am not too old for presents. Yes, I know, I got a floor installed and some cash. Fine. But I want presents, with tissue paper, and wrapping paper and bows. (I told you I'm bratty about it.) And it was a horrible birthday, I did nothing fun, there was no cake or singing, there was no heavy drinking, and no time for friends, all because I was doing crap for a wedding that I don't approve of. Word of the day: Crap. (the floor is beautiful though).

-its thundering, and this is mom's computer and I should get off, because how pissed would she be if lightening fried her computer while I blogged?

Just so we're clear.....

...I will not say the words obey, submit, obedient, or humble follower in my wedding vows. A marriage is supposed to be a team right? Nor will I use the phrase: "you shall be the leader in all things" when talking to my husband.

that is all.

White Paint and White Shoes

My bff is getting married TOMORROW. and.....I hate her stinkin' guts. Both for getting married, while I have been dating for going on 8 yrs and there is no light of that in my future, and for turning into Bridzilla (or maybe bride-porcelain-doll since she breaks into hysterical tears over the tiniest things). I am tired of showers, and errands, and flowers, and dresses that are too ugly for curtains in a retirement home...... I am so so so excited for her as she is disgustingly happy and elated and on could nine and all that jazz.....And he's a pretty nice guy too..... just a little bitter, and tired of being "SUPER-BRIDESMAID". On a more positive note, I bought the most beautiful, sparkly, spiked heeled, tall, white shoes to wear tomorrow, and I love love love them. They are currently the most expensive thing that I own, my house included.

And we painted the floor white. A primer. In preparation of laying the hardwood floors. I am excited. I told them its all I wanted for my birthday.... (ah yes, the whining of that is for another post, the whole: 24, unemployed, uncommitted, penniless, massively in debt and not at all where I expected to be at 24). So.....I have a white, furniture-less living room....and white shoes...... and only 48 hours till the wedding is over :-)

6 days and counting

In 6 days my best friend will owe me $20.00 for getting married first, ideally my well thought out speech will also make her cry and she will owe me $20.00 more for crying on her wedding day (which she swore she would never do). is it bad of me to make my friend cry? because i could really use the cash.

Mom-time

Yesterday my mom and I went to see Wicked, which was wonderful. Then out to eat for crab legs in all their buttery glory, and home to drink wine and girl talk and do all things cozy and comfortable. She spent the night and we woke up to make breakfast in our PJs and drink coffee on the porch and enjoy my beautiful gardens.

...and now its back to the farm to peel wallpaper and pick up after someone else's dogs and think about all the work that needs to be done before it too can be cozy and comfortable. Because despite all the painting and cleaning and hard work we've already done, we've been moved to the opposite side of the house to do it all over again.

ouch

ok. so my love life has been far from perfect. There were some complicated moments when I was at school and someone (we won't mention any names) decided they were bored and lonely and sought companionship in the arms of ugly, tramps......I mean......anyway.......During that time I lived with my 2 nearest and dearest boys, drank more beer than was physically possible for a girl of my size, became a Halo champ, and even adapted the idea that dirty socks and empty pizza boxes were perfectly acceptable on the living room floor. These 2 saved me from being hit by on coming traffic, changed countless windshield wipers for me, and made me laugh. We have been to festivals, the hospital, and survived knock down blow out fights. We dressed up as Captain Hook, Peter Pan and Smee for Halloween. We dressed up as the Ghostbusters with some of our buddies just to go to the bar. We all worked for the same BBQ place. I love them. I wouldn't have survived college without them.

Recently one of them has decided that in order for him to have a normal love life he has to stop talking to me because he compares every girl he meets to me. I'm heartbroken. These guys are beyond my best friends, they are a part of me. Its particularly hard because they live together, so to stop seeing one, means that i will ultimately have to stop seeing both. its one of the hardest things I have ever thought about doing and it makes my heart hurt. It feels like a breakup....only I have lost my best friends.

my best friend's wedding

MY BEST FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!

He proposed in the cutest way, its on the news! I'm the maid of honor......and I am so excited. :-)

So, here's to you turkey, I told you that you'd tie the knot first! xoxoxoxo.

Even More Ireland

The beautiful Bath Abby, those are the blonde stones.

Mom and grandma in front of Buckingham Palace. Creepy alien rocks......
Me. I loved all the pretty iron work.
A sunset in Wexford. I got several pretty sunset pics.

This is the beautiful Muckross House. Queen Victoria stayed here once.
Some of the group in Blarney Castle.
Thats our group. Only 16 on a bus that holds 50. Nice.

This is my mom touching the Roman Bath water she isn't supposed to touch.

These are really little. I don't know what exactly I did. lol.

This is the Rock of Cashel, means Castle Rock basically.
Japanese gardens, doesn't make sense, but they were pretty.
This is us, I may have posted this pic already.
Sheep!!!!!!
The doors of Dublin were all like this, brightly colored with the

pretty arches over them.

More Ireland

Ok...my family names are O'Hara, O'Connell and Kingsland, it only seemed natural that I would be dying to go to Ireland. In college I had spent a summer in England studying literature and have always wanted to go back, so when my mom said that as a graduation present she would take me on a trip I was super excited when I found a tour online that lead us from Dublin to London in 12 days. We had been planning on going just the 2 of us on a tropical paradise type vacay but changed our minds the more we thought about Ireland. It was easy to see why Ireland is a land of mythical creatures, rainbows and legend. The mountains are so pretty with gentle mist floating around green green fields. I found myself constantly awestruck by the rugged beauty of the landscape and the kindness of the local people. I can't imagine a better vacation, and we have wonderful memories to share now because we decided to take my grandmother with us while she is still spry enough to handle the traveling. I am totally in love with every man with an Irish accent and could listen to someone talk for hours and hours in perfect contentment as long as its got that accent.

We started in Dublin and went from there to Killarney, visiting Dublin Castle and the Ring of Kerry along the way. We saw Muckross House, a beautiful estate home (and a MUST see if anyone is visiting Ireland) and toured Killarney National Park. So pretty. We went to Wexford after stopping in Blarney to kiss the stone. (which is absolutely terrifying by the way. They dangle you out over the edge of the castle, holding on to your legs as they lower you backwards toward the stone.) I hope that I am more eloquent because of it. I couldn’t go to Ireland without kissing it though, so I suppose it was worth it. We then went to the Waterford Crystal Factory, and what I once thought was just an expensive piece of glass I now realize is an individual work of art. I am so impressed and amazed by the work that those men do. Originally I thought that I would be bored on this tour but it was actually very cool. We also stopped in Cobh, pronounced Cove, which was the last port of call for the Titanic. Pretty little town, and a nice walking tour of it…..but of all the wonderful things to see and do in Ireland I thought this one was a bit of a waste of time. We took the ferry across to Wales and went on to Bath, England. It’s the site of a roman bath, the hot spring still pushes water into the ruins, and it is very pretty. The whole city is made up of blond sand stone, and everything is just as it was 100’s of years ago. Its very cool. We went from there to Stonehenge, which was creepy but something I wanted to see. And then spend 3 days in London before heading home. London is my favorite city. Its so full of history and beautiful architecture.

I introduced my mother to hard cider, I like to drink Cider and Black which has black current juice in it. I showed them all the tourist sites that I loved when I was there last, as well as the best place to get fish and chips. We really had an amazing time. And I made my family keep a journal on our trip, passing it between the 3 of us every day. It’s a wonderful memory. My favorite though is: One evening we went to see Irish musicians called “The Merry Ploughboys”. My grandmother referred to them in our journal as the “Playboys”…..she was so embarrassed when I pointed that out….. or my mother who joined an Irish gentleman in the hot tub at one of our hotels…

Me: “Oh yes, I think I saw him in the lobby, was he the tall guy in the suit?”
Her:“I’m not sure, I never saw him with his clothes on or standing up”.