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The opposite of romance on #ValentinesDay and #wedding stuff
Since today is Valentine’s Day, today I will be journal blogging about a few different related topics.
First, many years ago I was invited to a wedding reception for a female named Felecia who was in the #StayatHomeMom’s group in #SanAntonio #Texas. I admittedly did not want to be a part of the group as my now dead-ex-husband had wanted me to ‘top annoying’ him because when he returned to my house from school or work, I wanted to talk with him; which apparently was too much for someone in a marriage, in that regard. If I did not have dinner prepared on time however, the conversations which occurred were what they were. After the several conversations which forced my involvement with the #NWSanAntonioStayatHomeMomsgroup one of which I told him “There will only be a bunch of fake blonds who are married to doctors, lawyers, and really high paying jobs and if there are any brunettes at most there will be three. Each of them are going to have nanny’s and babysitters for their children and my children will not have many to actually play with, and I will be ostracized because of that”
Low and behold there were only three brunettes total including myself, not one of the other females had brough their children with them to the meeting, and all of them had either left their children with the nanny or their mom/dad/grandparent’s as their babysitters. As Felicia whose child’s dad and her were going to get married had invited me to their wedding reception, I was asked to make a wedding cake for the wedding. I made a three-tier wedding cake for what she said was going to be between 250-300 people, and each tier had a different flavor filling in the center part of each tier. The way I made the cake layers was two pans for each layer with the filling in between, and now I realize it might have been a cake for 500-600 people because of the size of the pans. I also made an extra cake tier for the one-year anniversary for the freezer all with the topping of marzipan, and decorated with edible glitter with handmade pearls as well as flowers which matched the wedding colors of lavender, black, and silver. After driving the wedding cakes over to the #firedepartment ballroom place on I10 near #Huebner which was close to Felecia’s favorite dance place #theindustrydanceclub; I went back to my house to get ready.
Since she did not think about the fact her wedding was in the city of #mysa and there was either a #SanAntonioSpurs game or a #SanAntonioSpursChampionship game, Felecia was mad the amount of people she expected for the wedding reception was less than 75 people. When I asked her if she knew about the basketball team schedule, she was made I asked that question. When I asked if there was a television which the people who were at her reception could watch and maybe if she contacted some of the people she invited might come out, she said that would be distracting to her wedding reception; though ironically I think one of the male’s heard me and went looking for a television as there was one in the lobby area a little bit later. I felt bad for Felecia’s new husband as he was yelled at by her, for watching the #Spurs game. Then again, that was not the only reason why I felt bad for Felecia’s new husband who did technology stuff in all honesty. Ironically her new husband and I got along much better, than I watched her get along with him.
After the wedding reception one of Felecia’s high school and childhood friends told me Felecia was mad at me for charging her for the supplies of $800 for the wedding cake needs, as the female Jennifer who made the groom’s cake only charged her $45. While the groom’s cake was beautifully done, it was a one-layer cake; whereas the wedding cake I made was 3 tiers. Where the groom’s cake was made with the box type of supplies, I had made everything from scratch and used flour as I cooked the entire wedding cake tiers. While the groom’s cake had frosting, I made marzipan from scratch as well as the handmade pearls and rosettes to go in between the floral roses to match the wedding colors. Though I do not make cakes for a living, I guesstimate someone who does would know how much they would charge for that wedding cake I made and it probably would be more than $800 as I did not charge for the time it took or any of the other stuff as far as the oven. The base tier was 36 inches, the middle tier was 24 inches, and the top tier was 18 inches with the one-year anniversary cake being another 18 inches; but each cake layer times two because of the filling in between. Looking at things now, I think my estimates for the wedding cake sizes might have been for more than 250-300 people as maybe just the first tier layer had been enough for 250-300 people without the second layer on top of the filling.
Later after that I learned the wedding cake I made had been thrown away instead of any of the cake being given to or left for the firefighters at the house, as Felecia was mad about the reception attendance. When I asked “why she did not leave it for them as I learned no one had ever cut into that cake as [Felecia] and her husband cut into the groom’s cake instead”, she said ‘it was because [my] wedding cake was too pretty to eat and no one wanted to try a piece of it’. I said “wedding cakes are supposed to be eaten and not just looked at, yes you can appreciate the beauty but you are supposed to eat the cake” and she said ‘not what I thought’. When I asked “Why if not leaving it for the fire fighters to eat didn’t you take it to the police station, or a homeless shelter? They would have appreciated the cake to eat.”
Felecia said ‘you don’t need to worry about that, you should be more upset that not everyone who was invited did not attend my wedding reception.’ I said “I am more concerned about how much food you wasted and the fact you are more upset about that, instead of having taken responsibility for not planning the wedding where more people would have actually attended. You know how people in the state of Texas are about their sports, why would you choose to have your wedding the same night as a Spurs game?” Felecia tried to tell me her wedding was more important than a Spurs game, and we stopped speaking after that. If she used that as an excuse when speaking with other people who did not attend her wedding, I guesstimate I was not the only one who did not take kindly to that.
The second wedding I went to but did not know I was not invited to, is a bit along the same levels of weirdness. I had gone onto #facebook and saw my biological sister had changed her relationship status to see she had gotten engaged. I called her to ask “When did you start dating someone, and when did you get engaged? Do our parents know?” Patricia Ann (Hom) Miller said ‘I thought I left you a voicemail telling you, I was engaged.’ I asked “Why would you not tell me you were dating someone, before that possibility? Did you leave a voicemail or not?’ Patricia said ‘Don’t worry, its not a big deal.’ I said “I think your fiancé might disagree, if he proposed to you.” Patricia said ‘He doesn’t care about stuff, like that.’ I said ‘I think his family, might be upset if they knew that is your attitude.” Patricia said ‘It’s not a big deal, Zack and I are engaged.’ I said “Who is Zack, and when do I get to meet him? I want to know who the guy is, before the wedding.” Patricia threw a fit and finally agreed to arrange a meeting after asking me if my son would be the ring bearer and my daughter would be the flower girl, and then told me the colors of the wedding to get their outfits. Ironically their wedding colors were lavender, black, and silver as well.
I drove from #Carrollton #Texas to the #Starbucks in #SanMarcos to meet with Zack and Patricia, as Patricia arrived first telling me ‘Don’t embarrass me, when you meet him.’ We ordered our drinks and went to sit down when Zack walked into the Starbucks and walked over to where Patricia and I were sitting, to sit down after he got his drink. I asked him a few questions but he kept his sunglasses and hat on when I said “You need to remove your cover right now in front of me, and remove your sunglasses. I have questions for you and we are not going to talk, until that is removed.” Patricia got embarrassed as Zack asked “Is she serious?” I crossed my arms and waited until Zack removed the hat and the sunglasses, to then ask me “Who are you, to her?” I asked “Did you not know Patricia and I are related?” Zack looked a bit uncomfortable as I continued asking questions, and Patricia put her hands over her face. I asked “Have you met our parents, and did they not tell you she has me as a sister?”
Zack shook his head as I asked “What is the problem, here?” Zack said “I am so confused, right now.” I asked “What is there to be confused about? Patricia and I are sisters, and you are marrying into the family. I am the one who is confused as to why you never knew Patricia has me as a sister, and what was it you were told about me?” Zack asked me questions and the two of us spoke as Patricia went outside to complain to our biological parents on the phone, though once she left the talk was much calmer and nicer. Later Patricia was sent over to my house to get an outfit for Zack and her wedding night, but was disgusted by the light pink outfit I showed her and she ran out of the house without telling me she left. When I realized Patricia left, I called asking what happened and she was upset I showed her an outfit brand new with tags saying it was ‘too risqué for what was going for her wedding night.
This would be the outfit my biological sister said was too risque for her wedding night, so I wore it for a modeling shoot. Maybe it was the color pink which was too much, or was it the tiny chains?
I called our dad asking “What was the problem since she had a threesome in their bed in high school and the outfit covered more than whatever she did or did not wear that night”, which upset him I brought that up. As a brief side note in reference to that threesome my biological sister had in our parent’s bed in San Antonio, she knew I had called Adam’s parent’s house as Patricia came back to my house when she was staying at my house in San Antonio before our biological parents finished moving from #CrystalLake #Illinois to Texas. She was mad at me because Adam had been called out from class as #McHenryHighSchool because his mom went into the school after his older or younger sister had received the voicemail, but what Patricia did not know if Adam’s mom and I spoke for several hours on the phone after she had gone to the high school; as my house was in Pheasant Creek subdivision and their house was in Apple Creek subdivision. I had apologized to her for having to leave the voicemail on her messaging system and that was the way she had found out, as well as I apologized for her daughter for having to listen to that; but I had asked and had hoped it was not too revealing on the voicemail about what I had said. Adam’s mom and I talked about her son getting ready to go to #seminary school, as well as she had been on the way to their airport to drop her eldest daughter to #missionary for the time as she had returned briefly to the homestead. The mom and I talked about several other factors after she asked me “Why are you in charge of your sister?” and I explained everything as best as I could about how I was in the state of Texas including my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, where Patricia and I grew up, the move to Illinois, the Basic Training aspect, and etcetera. She then told me the only time she had ever pulled Adam out of class was when they were living in #Dallas a couple years before because their dad was in #NewYork, and I just realized though I said “I’m glad he is safe and you and your family were reunited, I am so sorry you and yours had experienced that; along with so many others. I did what I could to try to help, where I could.” I had invited her and her family to a BBQ if they were ever able to, which she said “When the time is right, we will definitely have to do that.” As I write this, I think hypothetically she and her family might have been a part of #AngelMoroni’s #ChurchofJesusChristofLatterDaySaints founded by #reverendJosephSmith and my biological sister, was unaware of that.
That being written and back to that wedding of my biological sister’s to Zack, when the time came I drove my son and my daughter from Carrollton to #Austin for the wedding. Patricia and our parents were upset I had planned to stay and when they took my son and my daughter to the nail salon to get themselves taken care of, I was told ‘to busy [myself] while they got ready for the wedding’. I drove around Austin for a few hours to return and when I put on a gown which was lavender after getting my son and my daughter in their outfits for the wedding, Patricia threw a fit because of my gown. I thought at first it was because it was a gown I had for years but when I was told by Patricia ‘people might mistake you for being a part of the wedding party, no one needs to know you’re related to me’; I went downstairs to take pictures of the wedding cake as well as the house for the wedding as I did not know they had already hired a photographer. I was told to ‘stay out of the way and as the wedding continued as everyone else did their thing’, I was told to ‘stay out of the wedding pictures because no one there needed to know [I] was related’.
The rest of the wedding reception I took some pictures, but did speak with some of Zack’s family as there were a few who were confused why I had a camera but was dressed as I was. Those females and males that I spoke with asked me several questions, and each were surprised to learn my children were in the wedding but I was not allowed. The older couples asked me several questions about myself and we talked for awhile before Patricia told me I ‘needed to leave because no one else needed [me] there’. I got my children ready to go, and we left to return back to Carrollton. While my biological family knew I had been doing some modeling and knew I had been #SCUBADiving by that point, they might not have known some of the people there may have recognized me; albeit I did not realize such at the time either, but had warned my biological family they should not lie to Zack’s family. By the time of the wedding I think I had already gone out to the #Vandenberg in the #FloridaKeys and wrote about what occurred and if anyone in Zack’s family was into #SCUBA and/or #lawenforcement and/or #military of the #ArmedForces for The #UnitedStatesofAmerica; they might have known much more than they were letting on to knowing to my biological family a bit more than my biological family had let on to them as that was during the time in between the end of the first engagement and between the second engagement to Shaun; I think.
While I am the one who had the head injury on Psalm Sunday in 2000 with all of the medical after effects I guesstimate my biological family did not think about the fact, I am the one who had the head injury on Psalm Sunday in 2000 and not everyone else. I guesstimate Felecia, anyone I knew, and/or my biological family did not think about the reality of what I wrote in my first two books of others being able to be verified by people other than me for what occurred that I wrote of despite the fact they were not the only ones who had been involved with the various scenarios and were not the only ones I had referred to as there were others who had similar experiences in different ways unfortunately as I guesstimate someone like Felicia’s ?ex-husband? Would be able to verify with the technology aspects now-a-days and Patricia’s ?husband? Zack and his family being able to ask questions after reading the books I guesstimate my biological mother threw a tantrum about when she received the books I mailed her in 2016; which was over a year after the first set of books I had already mailed out to various groups and organizations and people, while not forgetting the registration through The Library of Congress if my biological family did not know.
If my biological family and/or anyone who once knew my children and/or I had ever gone to any law enforcement branches to complain about what I wrote and filed false police reports, I hope they had looked into the legal aspects before deciding whether or not to follow through with that as just because my bio;ogical mother was a part of the #RedHatSociety does not mean, she had been a part of that group longer than other members. I have this weird thing about me since I cannot tell a lie, I do not try to lie. While I have understood I am quite a bit unique in that way, I also have never wanted to get in trouble with the varying aspects of the law as they did not seem to care about; the way I had been concerned of.. If those ‘people’ had lied to law enforcement and/or any other branch of the government in the state of Texas and/or #WashingtonDC; those legal aspects seem though to be a really big problems for people who would be arrogant enough to lie to those guys, and I know I would not want to be on the receiving end of those issues. Those seem as though the ends would not justify the means, in my opinion.
Though I am glad I gave the check to Patricia for Zack’s police gear, I did not think about the standard issue gear until recently. If she decided to lie to the family about that which I did write about and was given in front of Shaun to my biological family at #HollyLake; I think he might recall the complaints my biological mother had about paying taxes twice, on top of the complaints my biological family had about him keeping me smiling despite what I was going through while taking care of my son and my daughter at the time. If his dad is who I think he might be now (albeit a few years afterwards), at least I can say and write I am glad I never lied to that guy, or anyone else for that matter. It might have been a bit odd about my lack of ability to lie, but at least I do not have to worry about proverbial skeletons in my closet unlike my biological family and ex-in-laws.
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