Unusually, my week (week and a half?) has been mostly uneventful. I didn’t think I was going to have anything to report on customer service, and was ready to just skip it this week. However – I am Toni, and things just do not NOT happen to me.

I wanted to start with a couple of little things that happened, and then blow you away in the end, but it is late and I am tired. I have a long story about Wal-Mart that I am saving for next week. Until then, I hope this is enough to satisfy.

Location: Taco Bell in front of the mall

Offense: Name-Calling of the worst kind

Employee: Drive Thru window guy and the MANAGER. (Did not give me a chance to ask for names.)

I went through the drive through and ordered supper tonight because I am so.freaking.tired from a thousand things. I pulled up to the drive through window, just like any other person would on any other night. I want to add that every time I go to Taco Bell and sit in the drive through, I see a rather large sticker that says if you don’t get a receipt then your order if free. I am like any other non-rich person – I purposely wait for my receipt because I would like a free meal occasionally. (Tell me you don’t do the same exact thing…)

While Taco Bell messes up my order nearly every single time, they never fail to give me my receipt. Tonight my total was $11.64. I handed him (Guy #1) a twenty and he gave me my change – sans my receipt. I said a “super-woot” to myself and waited to see if my receipt would be in the bag with my food. After a couple of minutes, Guy #1 handed me my order and said, “Thanks, have a good night.” He closed the window and that was that.

I decided to spot check my order and give him a few more seconds to realize that my receipt was still on the register. The happy part of this story is that not only was my order 100% correct, but I got an extra crispy taco thrown in. After I checked my food, I noticed Guy #1 was talking to some other guy (Guy #2) with a headset on so I waved to get their attention. Guy #1 opened the window and asked me if I needed something else. I told him that he “never gave me my receipt and that —” (this is when he shut the window on me).

I saw him turn to the register, make an “oh crap” face, and grab my receipt. He opened the window again and handed me my receipt. He told me “thanks” and started to close the window again. Discouraged that he blatantly acted like nothing was wrong, I said, “The sticker says I get my meal free if I don’t get a receipt.”

He said, “Well I am giving it to you now?”

Me: “But I had to ask you for it after you had already told me thanks and goodbye.”

Guy #1: “Well here it is – so that doesn’t count.”

By now Guy #2 asked what the problem was. I told him that I was given my food and had to wave Guy #1 down to open the window to ask for my receipt. I further explained that the sticker said I got my meal free. He was irritated from the get go, where as Guy #1 was already laughing about the whole thing and getting my money from the register.

Guy #2: “He is giving you the receipt now so forget about it. You are still in the drive-thru”

Me: “So when does it ‘count?’ Do I have to drive around and come inside?”

Guy#2: “No, because then you wouldn’t still be in the drive thru.”

Me: Flabbergasted – I am wondering where it actually starts to “count” and where it ends.

Guy#1: “I’m sorry ma’am for not giving you your receipt.”

Guy#2: interrupts, but is still standing behind Guy #1, “The girl is being a b***h about it, give her the money.”

Me: WTF did he just say? “I want to talk to your manager”

Guy#1: “That is the manager.”

Me: WTF??? “Why is you manger being so rude and why did he call me that?”

Guy #1: Handing my money to me and obviously embarrassed, “I am really sorry ma’am but my manager is busy with a drive thru order. Here is your money, thanks.” Window is shut, and I can tell it will not be opened again for me anytime soon.

I drive to the front ready to get out and get names, and decide that there isn’t much I can do except for talk to the same manger who just called me a female dog. I drove away – still without a receipt.

I have to take my son to the doctor tomorrow because he has been running a fever (over 101) since Saturday morning. After an ER visit early Sunday morning, and a shot in the leg, he is still not doing any better. I wanted to call the morning manager tomorrow and inform her of what is going on, but I may not be able to, since I want to make sure my son is taken care of first.

Until then, I am calling for an all-out boycott of Taco Bell in front of the Mall. I am asking you to forward the link to this entry to anyone who you think might care and tell him or her of what happened. Under no circumstances should someone be treated rude for pointing out something that was done in error. Maybe it wasn’t the most kosher thing to do, but honestly, would you take a free meal if you could? In addition, did I deserve to be called a b***h for it?

I received an email a few days ago about Foster Creek Station. Evidently, they have been rude to their fair share of people, and it is getting around. The email had been forwarded (from a Kim originally) several times before it reached me. It shows how much power the consumer really has when you speak up about things going on. If you have a story of bad customer service you want to share, email me and I will post it for everyone to see. Maybe some of the workers at some of these places will start to wise up and realize that if you work in customer service – it means you have to actually SERVE the customers.

Until next time, remember that Twizzlers rock.

I have about 3 minutes to spare here – so I thought I would update my blog. Don’t expect anything fancy… I am watching my 11-month-old niece and my 2-year-old son – you are lucky I am even updating.

1. I talked to Darlene Poynter who owns 5 McDonald’s here in town. She explained that she was at a conference and then was dealing with health issues for the past couple of weeks. She apologized numerous times for getting back to me so late, and listened as I explained my “incident” I blogged about previously. She was really nice and thanked me for alerting her to this problem. She pulled the ticket while I was on the phone with her, and found the girl’s name right away. She also said that at the aforementioned conference, she learned that if you take online applications, you get a better batch of applicants. She thinks that Academy and Kohl’s are also to blame, as they are offering nearly two times an hour starting pay than she can. I sympathize with that, since owning a small business must be hard when you have to compete with the pay that bigger corporations are offering.
2. I will post in the next few days who my “You Should Be Fired” Person of the week is. I have been super busy with my son and the bun in my oven. I feel like I am neglecting my duties if I leave this blog un-updated for too long…
3. Grey’s Anatomy is the new crack/cocaine. I am seriously addicted. I also want to give props to ABC for lining up two other good shows on their Thursday night. I would have never given Ugly Betty or Six Degrees a chance had it not been cast on the only night I am “off.” I warned my husband that on Thursday nights I would be unavailable for an hour for Grey’s. He was less than thrilled when I explained that I really like the show before and the show after Grey’s. Even though he gripes about it, he is still there watching it with me asking questions about the show. But they are more like “So everyone just sleeps with everyone?” and “Isn’t he married?” Also – What About Brian is FINALLY back! WOOT.
4. My baby is moving. I felt it earlier than I though, but I read in my preggers book that once you have had a child, you can feel your baby move much earlier the second time around. I am nearly 18 weeks now and hopefully I will find out what kind of bun I have in my oven around Thanksgiving. As for being sick, my appetite is not back 100% but I am only sick about once a week and I am eating 3 small meals a day now with a couple of tiny snacks in between. Still no weight gained back – which is ok with me – as long as my baby is fine. The doctor didn’t mention anything, so I assume I am doing ok.
5. I know there is something else I had to say – but my son has interrupted me 3 times and almost woke up his cousin 2 times. SO… until next time, don’t forget about the Twizzlers.

I find myself complaining about customer service in Victoria on a daily basis. I always have a story to tell about any one establishment at any given time. I am constantly saying that in the last 5 years, customer service have completely turned into something else altogether.

Every job that I have had since I was 16 has had me dealing with the public directly. I was a waiter for three and a half million years and I worked as an outbound and inbound telemarketer at different companies here in Victoria. Customer service is the number one priority for any company dealing with the public, or at least it used to be.

I am so appalled at the things that are said and done that I am at a loss as to how that person found employment to begin with. A few days ago, I had an incident at a convenience store here and the next day something else happened. I told my husband that I had had enough, and I was going to just start snapping pictures of these people, and blogging to vent my frustration.

Then, this morning I read CJ’s entry. She started a thing of the week like Kelli and Amber have. I wanted a thing of the week. Then I remembered… I have a thing every day!

So… instead of writing about my number one pet peeve every day, I will just do it once a week, and slap a fancy title on it. Well, semi-fancy. I also want to point out that while I endure the most ridiculous customer service happenings, I do come across those who go above and beyond what I expected. I will have to say something about those people as well.

Without further ado, onto my thing of the week.

The “You Should Be Fired” Person of the Week

Name: The lucky person this week would not give their name, as I expected. Rule number one in dealing with rude people that make you mad – they do not give names easily (and usually don’t wear name tags).

Place: McDonald’s in front of the mall.

Offense: Name-calling. (Seriously.) Owner of the franchise needs an overhaul as well.

I didn’t have my camera on me, as this happened before I decided to snap pictures of the offenders. I would just take a picture of the place, but how many of you don’t know what a McDonald’s is?

Every Tuesday and Thursday morning (around 9:30 am) I get breakfast somewhere in between my son’s PDO (parent’s day out) program and my house. Yesterday, I decided a McDonald’s McGriddle was the best choice. I really like them, and now that I think about it, it is almost the same thing as CJ’s disgusting thing of the week.

Anyway, I pulled up and ordered a McGriddle Meal. The price on the menu said it was $2.69 and you got a drink and a hash brown. When asked what kind of drink, I ordered an orange juice. It was breakfast, right? I drove around, and waited for my total. The offender came to the window and handed me my orange juice, then pointed out that the total was $3.45. I handed her my credit card and sipped on my orange juice. She then handed my credit card back to me with my receipt.

All of a sudden, my brain started functioning and I realized that $2.69 plus tax was not $3.45. It couldn’t be… right? I looked at my receipt and it said I was charged $3.19 plus 26 cents in tax. The offender then came back to the window, and I pointed out that I thought I was overcharged. I realize that 50 cents won’t break the average person, but I have a serious issue with this. Just imagine how much money you could make in one week at one McDonald’s if they gave you that extra 50 cents every time.

I was rambling, sorry. So, I pointed out that I was overcharged. She told me that I wasn’t, and I said that the sign said it was $2.69 and I was charged $3.19. Another employee was standing behind her and looked at the sign in the store, and pointed out to the offender that it did show $2.69.

The offender then said, “Well it rang up that way, and this lady is being dumb about it.”

The offender did not move away from the window, she didn’t whisper it, she just said it matter of factly. The sound of screeching brakes should be inserted right here. How can you just say someone is acting dumb, and not blink and eye? It was rude – yes – no?

Instead of throwing my OJ at her, I told her, “You know, never mind. I just want my money back.” She rolled her eyes (YES.) and started to get the money out. Then, as if something clicked on in her tiny brain, she turned to me and started explaining how if you order OJ with your meal it is extra. Evidently, you can only get coffee with a Miccy D’s meal without being overcharged for them having to use another machine (that probably takes more brainpower and three more people).

I then told her that I was sorry I didn’t see that on the previous menu, but I didn’t deserve to be called dumb.

Ba-da-ba-dum! Do you think she said she was sorry? Anything? No… not my girl. She followed that with, “Well if you can’t read…”

At this point, my pregger hormones wanted to throw the OJ. My brain, however, pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number to the main office that was displayed on the window. After a few rings, a machine picked up, and I asked to be called back, explained I needed to speak to someone about an incident, and left my number. The offender scoffed and I put the truck in drive. This is when she said, “Are you going to steal the orange juice?”

I forgot that after she gave my money back, I never gave her back the OJ. A part of me wanted to throw it, or just drive off, but instead I just calmly handed it back to her and drove off.

After a few hours came and went, with no response back from the owners (Darrell and Darlene Poynter… Pointer?), I left another message. I have yet to get an answer when I call the number, or a call back concerning my issue.

In summation, I guess what I am trying to really say is that the offender and the owners of the McDonald’s in front of the mall really have no care for you, whatsoever. They are only concerned with taking your money. If you have a problem, that could give a rat’s flying bum, ya know?

All I can say is: I can live without a McGriddle.

What-a-Burger in front of Wal-Mart has the BEST morning employees, and I love their BOB’s. I also want to say that Kim in the personnel department at Thomas Petroleum is very on top of her employees and is extremely personable.

I understand that customer service is hard, and people are not always nice. However, when someone is rude, right off that bat – that is uncalled for. Straighten up, Victoria. I have a camera and a blog, and I am not afraid to use them.

Until next time, munch on some Twizzlers.

I commented on another blog about a week ago. As I read the other comments, I realized that I needed to clarify what I said. I am posting my clarification here because I don’t want to take up a huge space on Chelsey’s blog.

Chelsey posted a link to a magazine that is trying to get signatures of women who have had abortions, or support abortions. They also want these women to publish their names, so as the statement hits harder, I assume. After reading the petition, I posted this comment on Chelsey’s blog:

“That petition should read:

I have killed another human being, and I support the killing of millions of other humans by my fellow sisters. We have no conscience.

We are too lazy to deal with the consequences of our actions.

Thank you sisters! We should call up Saddam right now and join his next Genocide Anonymous meeting!

Woot for us! I am so proud to be a woman!!!”

I fully stand by what I said, and my reasoning behind it is simple (in my mind, anyway).

I think it is such an absolute atrocity that Saddam (and others like him in so many other countries) has killed (ordered killings, etc.) thousands upon thousands of people. I am sure that the majority of human beings on this planet hold the same opinion. Mass killing of human beings is horrid. There is no excuse for it.

Am I wrong? Do you feel that woman and children in Darfur should suffer? Is it right that there are millions of other people being killed senselessly in other countries?

No. It is not right.

Is it right that over 4000 humans are killed every day?

No – it is not right.

I would like someone to please tell me that any of that is right. Not just in God’s eyes, but in our eyes. I want just one person to tell me that all of those people losing their lives does not bother them at all.

Now – why should it matter that the 4000 humans that are killed every day are babies that are aborted?

It shouldn’t matter, but how many of you decided that 4000 babies killed every day is ok, once you read it was caused by abortion? It is ok, because women should have that choice? The choice to kill?

I want to publish a petition of my own. I want to know how many of those women who signed the magazine’s petition and published their names publicly had abortions to save their own lives. How many women used the “right to choose,” because they would have died themselves instead?

How many women used their “right” because they just didn’t want a baby? How many of those women had abortions because they couldn’t afford it? How many of them killed their own child because they were afraid of what people would think of them – being pregnant?

Sure, women have the right to choose to kill their own children – but WHY do they kill them? WHY?

No one asks those questions.

Is it right for a woman to have an abortion out of convenience? I am not asking if women should have the right to choose. I am asking if women should have abortions because they just don’t want/need a baby.

It is not right, people. It just is not right.

After 5 years, we mourn the people that died because of 9-11. The event is etched in our minds, and we want justice for it. Celebrities are doling out money left and right to fight for people in Darfur and other third world countries. All of this killing is so clear in our minds. We hear about it every day.

Why is the killing of 4000 babies every day not so clear in our minds? Why don’t we care that women are killing out of convenience?

Maybe some did not think that comparing Saddam and other terrorists to abortion is logical. In my mind, terrorists and some other notable leaders in other countries are killing thousands of people every day. Well – so are women.

Women are killing babies every day, and no one cares.

I am not ashamed of my stance on abortion. Chelsey should not be ashamed for her opinions either, and I am very sorry if I ever gave her that impression. I also apologize to anyone who felt my comments were not logical.

Finally, to the women who have had abortions: Look into your heart and ask yourself why you had an abortion. Was there no other choice? What about adoption? What about organizations that help financially? Did you really have no other choice – or was it just not the right time in your life?

Abortion clinics do not offer any kind of help after the fact. You go in, your pay, and you have your “procedure” done. Then you are let go on your own to deal with the aftermath. It isn’t your fault that you made an ill-informed decision once.

It is your fault, however, for not helping to educate other women about the other choices they have. It is your fault for sitting back and saying it is ok for it to happen 4000 times every day FOR NO REAL REASON.

If you live in Victoria, there will be a Life Chain on Sunday, October 1 at 2pm. It will start on Navarro at Loop 463 and stretch to the Sam Houston/Magruder intersection. This is a nationwide event, so if you don’t live here, just check with any church or pro-life organization in your area for the time and place of your Life Chain.

I promised I would write more, but it seems that my body is not meant to be pregnant.

When I was pregnant my son, I had “morning sickness” night and day for nearly 7 months. I lost almost 20 pounds before I gained any weight, and eventually I was able to start eating. I worried that 7 months of not being able to keep anything real down would affect my baby.

It turned out that all of the worry filled days were for nothing. When I was 42 weeks pregnant, I gave birth to a healthy nine-pound (21 inch) baby.

I am 12 weeks pregnant today, and I feel like I have been pregnant for 12 years. Thanks to modern technology (and this one being planned…), I found out I was pregnant when I was about 3 weeks along. It seems unreal that I could tell that soon, but if it weren’t for the test, I would have known a few days later anyway.

History repeated itself my “morning sickness” started with a bang. I lost 5 pounds the first week I knew I was pregnant. Then, 2 weeks ago, I landed myself in the hospital. I was seriously dehydrated and my potassium levels were low.

I had managed to lose 15 pounds, and I was only keeping around 100 calories in my body a day. The nausea was indescribable and the vomiting was relentless, just like the first time. There were a few differences this time, though.

When I was pregnant before, I could sleep and rest my body anytime I wanted. That luxury is obviously not something you can take advantage of with a 2 year old. This time around, I am not a single girl who can just hope the dishes wash themselves. I am a new wife and it is a definite hindrance when you can’t even walk into your own kitchen to cook for your family.

The best thing about this time is that I researched doctors a little more thoroughly than just picking one out of the phone book. I feel confident in the fact that I have the absolute best OB/GYN in the area. In addition to having a doctor that rocks, I have a doctor that knows what he is talking about.

It turns out that if you lose a certain percentage of your body weight within a certain time, and you can’t even keep down water and crackers, there is something wrong with you – other than “morning sickness.”

I have hyperemesis. I was so relieved when there was finally a name other than “morning sickness” to describe what I was going through. I hated that people who didn’t have immediate contact with me just thought that I was being a wimp about pregnancy. It really is a very hard thing to deal with. I had no energy. I couldn’t be around food. I couldn’t play with my son outside, thanks to our wonderful hot summer. And even when we were inside, I was too tired and weak to play with him at all. I was doing good just to get him fed.

After I was finally diagnosed, I was able to control it a little more. I know what I am supposed to be eating, and what I am supposed to stay away from. Basically, I can’t eat anything greasy, sugary, or spicy. You know, everything. I can’t eat meat, it makes me sick to even think about beef or read meat. Just typing it out made my stomach turn. I eat chicken and pork once every week maybe. Mostly I eat fruits and vegetables.

I eat ice cream or maybe a cookie on a good day, but too much sugar makes me sick too. I have a day or so a week that I can eat more than 2 small meals a day. On those days, I go wild because I have an appetite, and end up making myself sicker than I was before.

So, all in all, I haven’t been able to enjoy my pregnancy yet. On the upside, I am on medication now that is making my life 100% more bearable. It’s called Zofran, and it literally saves me. It is usually given to chemotherapy and surgery patients, but it has been tested on pregnant women, and children as young as 6 months old. Nothing adverse about it, except one extremely annoying side effect. I can’t complain, it is something that happens with pregnancy anyway, but the medication makes it worse. I won’t go into too many details, but I will say that I just bought a years supply of Benefiber.

So, once again, eat some Twizzlers for me and don’t go away just yet. I promise to write as soon as I get my body back from its hijacker.

I almost forgot… my new obsession.

I feel like I have highly important things to say, but I can’t find them. It doesn’t make any sense, and it isn’t supposed to make a lot of sense, so that is what you are left with to figure out on your own.

More important that any of that is that fact that Grey’s Anatomy is set to air Episode One of Season Three next month. Yes, I said more important. I have been waiting all summer for Grey’s to start again, so this is huge on my radar.

McDreamy will once again be a regular fixture on my blog, and puh-lease don’t try to tell me that you aren’t absolutely excited too. For all my girls living under rocks, this is McDreamy.

Get a dish on that rock, and tune in.

In other news, I went to my 10-year high school reunion Saturday. I feel old now. Everyone looked young and not at all like I thought. I have decided that I got ten years older when I had my son. I felt so young and … dare I say, carefree? Now I have lines.

L-I-N-E-S, ladies.

Everywhere.

BUT – I do have a son that is to-die-for, so I guess it was a fair trade. And, there is always the chance that my husband will get a job that allows me to adventure into the world of Botox. (Everybody say “super woot woot!”)

Not to jump off topic but, does anyone remember Project 36 (or was it 37)? I wanted to lose weight before my wedding, and I blogged about it. Needless to say, that whole sha-bang went down in flames. I lost about 10 pounds, overdosed on Leptopril, and finally gave up.

Now, thanks to my pregnancy, I have lost almost 15 pounds. How is that for irony? Anyway, here are a few little interesting tidbits I stumbled upon today, and I thought I would share.

• AOL is free, ya’ll.
• Um. Ew.
• If I looked like this, I would exercise on the sidewalk too.
• Ghetto. love.
• Finally. Meredith, Derek, and Nick.
• Is anyone else addicted to this song???

My Baby Bear goes back to “school” at the end of the month (they run off of the VISD schedule, so no “school” in the summer). He is gone two days a week, for a few hours to give me a break. I just can’t “think” when he is smearing food into his hair, you know? I also have that “pregnancy brain” thing going on. I hope that my posts will get to be every day again. We’ll see…

So, until next time, eat some Twizzlers for me – I still can’t stomach anything more than a cracker.

Le sigh.

I know. Just beat me now. I have been super absent from my blog, and I am probably on the verge of actually being banned or something. Does anyone still read me?

:: crickets chirping ::

Ok then.

I promised to write about all the big bad uglies in Victoria that made the last six months a little more stressful, but it seems I cannot get myself too stressed out anymore. Because…

I am pregnant!

I know… get out your calendars and look it up. I only got married a month ago. For the people who really do not want to hear it, please skip the next few sentences.

The doctor says I am 7 weeks pregnant, because they go by the date of my last “cycle” (I am trying to be guy friendly here). Since I was charting my “cycle” I know almost exactly which day I conceived, so that makes me only about 5 weeks. Either way, I feel like crapper crap.

I was extremely sick with my (now 2 year old) son. Super sick. I couldn’t keep anything (water, crackers, etc.) down, and I was really stressed out at the time. I thought it would be different with my next pregnancy because I didn’t think I would be that stressed.

Wrong.

You try having a two year old, and being pregnant. Wait… most of you have. Anyway, the point is that every time I raise my voice, or get the tiniest bit stressed, I get very nauseous. It is horrible.

I am currently taking Phenergan for nausea. Since it makes me drowsy, I can only take it at night when my husband is home and I am actually ready to go to bed. During the day, I sip on ginger ale and nibble crackers and Triscuits. Usually around 5 or 6, the nausea subsides enough for me to eat an actual meal. It really is the most uncomfortable thing in the world. I feel like I am about to throw up – all of the time.

So, until all of that goes away a little, I just won’t be able to post here that often. It seems the computer makes me a little nauseous too. Or – it could be that everything makes me sick. Any suggestions from experienced moms would be MUCH appreciated.

Until next time, eat some Twizzlers for me.

She lives!

I know all of you guys missed me more than words can say, and I am truly sorry for depriving you of moi. “Scusa” me, but I was in the middle of planning my dream wedding.

I wish I could divulge everything that happened, but to do that would be more than one could handle at one sitting. I will; however, skim along the top of the juiciest stuff.

I almost had a nervous breakdown. I thought my new family would be the ones to make me crazy. In the end, my family combined with the family I was acquiring is what finally did the trick.

By trick, I mean what finally killed me.

By killed me I mean what made me Bridezilla.

Then there was the person that pouted the absolute entire time. If they did not want to be there, why not just say something? I am not going to say that some one person ruined my wedding, but I will say that the person in question definitely made things a lot worse for me. (For the die-hard puzzle doers here, I am not talking about my niece…)

Wait – let us not forget the dress mishap. Of all the people in the world, my very gorgeous, but very well endowed sister’s dress died about 3 and half seconds before the ceremony. Her zipper gave up on living. Sweet Jesus came to the rescue in the form of some safety pins, my mom, and my new mom. (And T’s “to-die-for” long hair.) Thanks! ::smooches::

As my grandpa and I made our belated entrance, (no one told us when to actually go…) my dress got caught in the door. Then my grandpa got caught in my dress. Needless to say, we eventually made it down the aisle.

Then there was the crying part. Oh, the crying. I knew I would cry a little bit, but never did I imagine actually crying to the point of not being able to speak. It was not pretty…

After we finally made it through the actual ceremony, it was time for pictures. Between having a photographer and a videographer, my mouth is still not over the smiling part. I was still cranky because someone could not stop pouting, and decided to cut the pictures short. I regret this now, but I can’t do much about it now…

We finally made it to the reception. Woohoo! I came in and realized that my decorator had done exactly nothing that I wanted. I went straight for my homemade bottle of wine (courtesy of the new brother-in-law – you rock!) and took a few gulps. That was right about when there was a camera two feet away from my face. This went on the entire night. I feel like I could be on any reality show and never ever know about the camera part.

Then there was the Grand March where my new husband (still weird to say) was gouged in the eyebrow with a massive ring. We have yet to find the culprit. I hear that the videographer got it all on tape though…

Then there was the father daughter dance. Only it was with my grandpa since (as my niece puts it) my dad is in heaven and never comes to visit. It was “The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra. I really love that era and that song, so it was perfect that my grandpa could dance to it. We had practiced the day before, but not in my wedding dress…

I tripped on my dress. I fell and tried to get my grandpa loose of me, but he wouldn’t let go and well…

The videographer had better not sell any of this before I do.

After explaining all of this, I want to say this: My wedding was perfect. I am glad in the end that some (not the pouting and the bad decorator) of these things happened. Without them, it would have been a day I just dressed up and got married. Instead, I got a wedding I will never forget… ever.

To my two sisters – you both were absolutely and incredibly breathtaking. Thanks for making it great.

To my bull frog – you should wear red more often; you looked like a movie star. Thanks for putting up with Bridezilla.

To everyone else (expect the pouter) – Thanks for putting up with me. I was a crazy person, but I promise I am better now. I have a week in Cancun (at the most posh resort) to thank for that.

So, until next time, take all of this in and remember me as nice. Some people (and businesses) burned me. Really bad. I will talk about it here, and I will not show any mercy.

Grab some Twizzlers, sit back, and get ready for the fireworks.

  Bull Frogs for Life

Three Months.

They want me to wait three months to see which way Meredith takes that first step. I could barely make it through last night waiting for tonight’s episode and they want me to wait an entire summer for her choice?

And can we all just say “WTF,” and get it over with? I mean, what the eff?

Denny?

Seriously?

SERIOUSLY.

I am so disappointed in the writer who authorized that whole hit parade. I cannot believe that after working her way up from Trailer Park Nothing, she is headed straight back there.

I cried for two nights, three hours, and bribed my child with candy to keep him quiet so you guys could leave me hanging like that?

Meredith?

Meredith.

I am forever loyal to McDreamy… and I have never been such a McVet fan, so we all know who I am rooting for, but I also know that Chris O’Donnell has signed on for at least 3 episodes next season… so of course they will drag it out even further.

Come on, Shonda!

In other news, I got completely smashed at my smashing bachelorette party. I don’t get smashed since I had my son, and it was a kind of liberating feeling to do so. I won’t be doing it again anytime soon, but it was nice while it lasted. We spent a ridiculous amount on a huge limo, but we had so much fun. I haven’t had that kind of fun in … well… ever. I would definately reccommend renting a limo, because even thought it is pricey, it is SO worth it.

We rode around and screamed at strangers. Fuego sucks. We got flashed by countless guys, we drank way too much, and Fuego sucks. We got into Cactus cover charge free, we drank too many shots at Barney’s, and we pranced around in Scoreboard. Fuego sucks. We were completely ready to spend lots of money and have tons of fun at Fuego, but they were charging FIFTEEN DOLLARS per person. And the door people were the rudest people of all time. I am so glad that they were overcharging for some ridiculous no-name rapper, because I think the inside would have sucked just as bad as the outside.

Like I said – Fuego sucks. Don’t be rude to people you don’t know. They may be Twizzler fanatics who will blab it all over their blog.

Oh, and FUEGO SUCKS.

My fiancé and son surprised me the next morning with flowers, a card, and a “get out of hangover jail free” card. They let me sleep my headache off in peace, and then helped me clean. What more could a mom and future wife ask for?

Not having to wait three months, an entire summer, for the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy… that is what.

Seriously……

Say “Twizzlers rule!”