La familia

I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose. ~Woody Allen

Now my family in Hawaii is up in arms. When I mean up in arms, I mean furious. Of course, I got this second handed communicado. Yikes. I think that everyone needs to SIMMAH down. Simmah. Simmer. Simmah down now. Really? Shrug and smile (teeth and gums and all).

Look. As far as family goes, my family is like a brick house. You can huff. You can puff. Cadelinia's ain't going nowhere. Just like JayZ says, go on and brush your shoulder's off. Where do you think I got this thick skin from? It's not from drinking powdered milk. (Okay, if you didn't laugh at that powdered milk joke...you need to see a therapist.)

This blurt of my wedding madness is to appease my craze. A vessel to ventilate, if you will. My family's very strong and personal and private people. I understand that my representation of them is not the most stellar, but that does not take away any positive aspects of my family. The Cadelinia's are resilient in their own being. We've gone through tougher times and I can't believe that my blog tests their temper.

Just for the record, I would like to see a show of hands, if there's never been a moment where your family has not driven you up the damn wall. I have an instinctive feeling that everyone raised their hands. Crazy has always been the norm when in comes to family. So what we're all crazy, that's what love is all about.

I would like to preface the purpose of this blog. It is not out to hurt or injure anyone. The blog is my voice toning to a perspective that will come to pass. Surely, you must understand that? Yes, it is personal and yes, it entails the trials of the hardships of coordinating a "destination" wedding. Why hold on to frustration? It's just wasted energy. This blog is my emotional wasteland be it bliss, sadness, frustration, laughter or anger. Emotions are a part of life and my lifeline.

I apologize for those ultra sensitive types, but my words are merely a confession of my feelings. God forbid, I hold my feelings in. That's not gonna happen. I think that everyone needs to lighten up. Seriously. This blog is really a jest of the jabs of my life.

I do not have another outlet to vent. Sure, I could take up alcoholism (does champage count as alcohol?), drug addiction, bulimea, bank robbery, serial killer, or cannibalism. (Okay, for you sensitive types, that was a joke, so laugh damnit.) I choose the sword to write.

Enjoy the journey with me (laugh) and be glad that your not in my shoes.

This is the word according to Shellie, I bid you peace out!

Word to your mutha!