& here's the post you've all been waiting for, at least I'd like to think ppl love me that much. Our wedding. Besides being perfect, wonderful, totally amazing, & all that other stuff most ppl say about their wedding, our wedding was just the best. The Lord did so many special things for us, it was like a dream. The night before the wedding we had a huge dinner of Rogan Josh ( don't pretend you know what that is, unless you're indian you're clueless) it's really great dish with mutton, chapati's, pizza, really nice rice, veggies, tzatziki, humus, apple & peach pie, & ice cream, which made for a very stuffed Priya, plus much beeer which didn't sit too well with my ice cream & on top of the nervousness made me feel rather sick that night. The boys all went out for a boys night out after dinner, conveniently leaving the girls with the clean up which wasn't too much thanks to the invention of paper plates. The ppl from both mm homes came along with some friends for the night before & the wedding. The next morning we had banana bread & got ready the last few things we needed to go. We were holding the whole wedding thing at this gorgeous resort on Mt. Apo, the tallest mountain in the PI apparently. Viki did my hair before we went but by the time we got up there with Jaime pulling on it & all it needed much help. We got to use a little cabin for showers & to change in & Dar so sweetly stayed in there the whole few hours from when we got to Lolengs (the name of the resort) till the ceremony started, doing hair & make-up. I'd be lost with out you Dar, seeings as I don't actually know how to put on make up, Dar was pretty much superman for me. We were late to start cuz it took so long for everyone to get ready so we didn't start at 4 like we planned but ptl the Lord held back all the rain, even though it had rained everyday at that time for the last week he made it just nice & a little over casted so we didn't get toasted. The ceremony was great done by my mom. I cried as i was reading my vow, thus making my face very red & splotchy, always a bad thing when pictures come right after, but it was sooo hard to not cry, even though i swore I wasn't gonna. My little sister Robin caught my bouquet, & then came the pictures which all came out fuzzy & dark equaling garbage, but some were ok. It did call for a stage- some-pictures-in-our- yard -the-next-day to make up for it. Filipino food greeted us for dinner & for me & arthur it was cold. nasty. Apparently they serve the bride & groom so they don't have to get food themselves, but they did it way too early so we had cold noodles, chicken, beef & veggies stuff, rice & soup staring at us when it came time to eat. Course we got my brother to fetch us hot stuff & wine to wash it down with. It wasn't bad especially cuz we had brought chapati's from the day before, yes i know I'm weird, to eat it with. They gave us some custard stuff which i also ate with chapati's cuz it was good but really sweet. The nastyness of the cake kinda surprized me but hey it was free, looked good, & did the job. we got to sit at our own special little table above everyone else & I felt like some kind of royalty it was great, plus the fact that I had nice wine & they all had to drink stank Filipino beer. We did all the traditional bride & groom, father & daughter, & all that dances & i got to dance plenty with Jaime who was having a blast at staying up late. Kiran caught my garder thing & wore in around his arm cuz it made him feel special or something. Umm I'm getting tired now & wanna go eat some pie I saved so I'm off. I could go on for hours & i'm sure I missed some great details but I'm getting bored of writing, not to mention Jaime is sick & I'm dead tired from not sleeping in the past week. Whatever it is I'm happy & married. Pregnant at 17, baby at 18 , married at 19, God knows what'll happen when I'm 20.
having his booby Grandma with her new grandson Baby Bob, or Martin Nolan if you're his parents was born on the 3rd of Oct. at 10:10 a.m. He was 7 lbs 7 oz & red & splotchy. I'm sure you're not so interested cuz really who cares that much about someone elses baby that you've never seen, but i thought why not a short little post for a short little guy. Tara went into labor at around 8 the night before & at 11 we went to the little clinic, which wasn't more than a tiny waiting room & a tiny delivery room. Tara was only 3 cm dilated so we went home. every one else got to go back to sleep, but Jaime was sick & fussy so i got to dance around the room singing" do it again" for a few hours. Then it was back to the hospital at 5 a.m. where i didn't stop taking to Tara in the way of keys, prayers &, short sentences. The happy mid wife brought my some coffee which was my short time savior cuz i was dying to sleep & the thought of another God-knows-how-long on my feet was on my i-can-do-this list. anyways at around 9:30 Tara started pushing & she had to push for a long time till the baby's head started to crown. At first the mid wife didn't want me to catch the baby cuz she wantedherassistant mid wife to, but then she had to push really hard on aTara's stomach so the assistant was pulling the baby out & i got to catch him when he came shooting out. After much cleaning & such i got to go home to a screaming & hungry baby & have no nap the rest of the day, but i didn't mind. He was cute & I felt special to have a part in his birth. That night we had multiple beers & cake to celebrate. I just couldn't wait to crash.
At the beginning of this week the Lord told me to have a praise focus week, which includes such things as not murmuring, complaining, being negative &, being sarcastic( which is my middle name) (well actually that's a lie my middle name is Maria, thanks to my sister Tara's 'great naming skills') oh there I go again. anyways i thought I'd share some of my praiseness with you. I'm thankful that i coached & delivered my first baby yesturday. i'd been at Tara's baby's first birth but didn't do much but watch, pray, & swear I'd never have a baby. But this one only me & John were there, & john was trying to keep from fainting. I'm thankful for the 13 hrs ( starting at 8:30 pm & he baby was born at 10:10 am) that I prayed, claimed every key whether it applied or not, praised, breathed, & coached Tara, & that when i got home to my sad-needing-booby milk baby & didn't get to sleep the Lord gave me the strength to keep going( more on the Baby Bob story to come including pics). I'm thankful that even though Jaime is sick & I didn't get to sleep last night either, which makes 2 days without sleep, I had enough strength to keep up & even work out ( to keep my over indulgence in nighttime & celebration snacks from not giving me the pg look.) I'm thankful that even though I hate working out with a vengeance & would so much rather go play soccer or another sport, the Lord showed me a way to make Tae Bo more fun & have prayer vigil at the same time. He told me to visualize the Devil & punch him. So I grabbed my handy Spirit Helpers book & would punch & kick the demons & rebuke them & such, & then call on their spirit counter parts & so on. Thus i made my way through the work out & the spirit helper book & literally kicked all the demons' asses. I am thankful that I get to run through my house wet & nakedddddd........... well it's not actually something I do on purpose, cuz I share a bathroom with my sister Tara & her family, & somehow everytime I need to take a shower it's locked ( that's not a murmur) so I frolic to the girls' room which is across the house & shower there. I don't bring my towel cuz it's locked in my bathroom, & i don't wanna put my sweaty clothes back on, so i proceed to make a dash back to my room in the nude, sweaty clothes in hand & hope that an unsuspecting home member/visitor doesn't bust me on my way, cuz it's usually the middle of the day with plenty of ppl milling around. It's great fun you should try it some time. I'm thankful that we don't have any money in any of our home members' bank accounts & no money for our visas ( which are up tomorrow), & no money to go to the market for weekly shopping(which is also tomorrow), because it leaves a HUGE space for the Lord to do a miracle. Anyways I'm sure there's tons more but my baby just woke up & I'd better go before i'll have to be thankful for broken ear drums.
miss Mindanao & runner up for miss philippines this year. pretty darn hideous if you ask me.
While looking for ppl to help with dresses & suit s & such for the wedding, i came across one ma'am sir , well actually he has a family but you can never be too sure here, who made us a deal to let us use whatever we needed as far as clothes for the wedding if me & Dar would model wedding dresses for him & do a cat walk thing. So after hours of sick make up jobs which made me look like Cruella DeVil , & wedding dresses that were designed for a german lady with a buzz cut, not to mention hot & extremely uncomfortable, we did our first wedding modeling & show. I couldn't wait to get home & wash. we know what they think about it.
