Shotgun Wedding of a Preacher's Kid: A Catchy Lil' Title for... I NEEDA VENT!

I don't know if I've ever mentioned that I was a preacher's kid. I say was, because my dad had to resign his church when he divorced my mom, dated a lesbian and then married the organ player. (Stepmother, if you are reading this I DO love you; but this totally entertains me. I still think you are one of the better things that has happened to my dad.)

My sister is totally getting married next month. February 21st to be exact. Her dudes name is Jason, a marine in North Carolina. I've never met him, but can't wait. The curiosity in me never dies! Shotgun wedding done right.....finally. When I got married ages ago. It was in Vegas, no-one went... literally, I didn't have a real wedding dress or even a real ring- I was seriously depressed. Looking back, I am truly surprised I stayed married for as long as I did (almost six years).

I got out of being IN my sister's wedding by volunteering to do her pictures. Photographers are expensive- I am good- It's my pseudo wedding gift. Sister; if you are reading this. I love you, but the thought of myself in a fuchsia dress was the deal-breaker-clearly. LOL
(For the record, I swore of photographing weddings after my last wedding gig for Dianna and Louis. It is the single hardest thing to do. I usually work that day from sun up until the reception is over, not to mention retouching two to three HUNDRED photographs).

I am excited, MINUS the family drama that has already begun. My dad pulled a 'Righteous' move on my sister a couple of days ago and bitched her out for meeting Jason in a bar (even though I'm not completely sure that is how they met). He went on to barrage her with how she shouldn't marry him if he doesn't 'believe the way we do'. (By we.... he means HIM)

Then, the REAL kicker... the one that PISSES me off to NO end is this statement.... my dad proceeded to tell her, "You are just like your sister". It is a simple comment, but last time I checked, I'm a good person. BUT, you know, thanks for using ME as a negative connotation in your fight with Tiff, ass.

My dad is completely religious, has been since he went sober after my little brother was born twenty-one years ago. I remember him throwing furniture across the living room at my mom after nights of drinking. I remember him cheating on her RIGHT in front of me when I was four or five. I remember him driving drunk with me in the car. Don't get me wrong, I'll take the angry religious man over the angry drunk any day. But even as an angry religious man, he has neglected his family and threw us under the buss so that he could make a point in his sermons. He has always cared more about how his church perceived him, than how his family does. He has always put more time and effort into his church than us. He probably doesn't see this--- but we have. We always have. I wish he would just shut his mouth and open his heart. Maybe then he could see that actions, by way of support and love are WAY more effective than mean words in the name of GOD.


That being said.... I don't know if I should cover my sleeve during the wedding. My Grandma and great Aunt MIGHT have a heart attack. lol My sister doesn't care, I know... but still. I would LOVE to find a long-sleeved one-armed silk top... but now that I am looking I CANNOT find one anywhere. Anybody know where I can look? Helps!!!