Posted by Mrs. Shoshana F
I came across this story today .... talk about a wedding headache!
The jury has awarded a Hall County woman $150,000 after she sued her former fiance for calling their wedding off.
RoseMary Shell sued her ex-fiance, Wayne Gibbs, after he broke off their engagement in 2007.
Shell argued her fiance’s promise of marital bliss amounted to a binding contract. She said she left a high-paying job in Florida to be with Gibbs and she said she has suffered financial losses since their break-up. She also said she has suffered emotionally
So the question is: When one member of a soon-to-be-married couple calls the wedding off, is it a breech of contract? How many men and women who read this blog have been in this position—or know someone who has?
Gibbs testified that he had taken Shell on trips and paid $30,000 of her debt while they were engaged. He said when he found out she had even more debt, he canceled the wedding by leaving Shell a note in their bathroom.
Doesn’t calling the wedding off make more sense emotionally and financially then getting into a marriage and then divorcing?
Although I’m not sure if a bathroom note is better or worse than on “Sex and the City” when Berger broke up with Carrie Bradshaw with a Post-It.
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July 21, 2008 | 9:56 pm
Posted by Mrs. Shoshana F
I have heard that if you want something done, give it to a busy person. I have no idea why that is a good idea. I guess it means a busy person will always find a way to squeeze in one more thing, while a lazy person wouldn’t, otherwise they wouldn’t be lazy.
I can attest to this quote. I am the living, breathing embodiment of the quote. In looking over the next 45 days of my life, I have: a Sisterhood program planning meeting, a neighborhood block captain meeting, a sisterhood movie night, several get-togethers with various groups of friends, a birthday present spa day from my aunt, three trips to the airport (to pick up or drop off various relatives), Weight Watcher meetings, a sisterhood program (which goes with the aforementioned planning meeting), a work party, a bat mitzvah of a family friend, a wedding shower of another friend and then we are flying to Chicago for a family wedding on Labor Day weekend.
Not to mention the work I actually get paid for, the husband I like to spend time with and the vacations we have planned for the fall that have their own related mishegoss.
You want to know why it took me two weeks to update this blog? Now you know.
I’ve often talked about my planner. The left side of it, where I keep print outs pertaining to a plethora of events, is bulging out to the point that I can no longer zip the planner.
The funny thing is, I love it. I love having things to do. I love feeling a sense of accomplishment in doing them. I love celebrating joyous events with my friends.
I was watching “Bridezillas” last night and one especially heinous bride to be was moaning about all she had to do – before foisting it on her matron of honor. Obviously, she probably fell into the lazy category. If you give a lazy person too much to do – they freak.
When I was planning our wedding, I had relatives ask me: Don’t you need a wedding planner?
I told them: “Nah. What would I do with all that free time?”
So here I am … able to get out a blog post before heading home to make dinner with my husband. I have about 45 minutes commute time in the car, anyone need anything done?
July 6, 2008 | 10:47 pm
Posted by Mrs. Shoshana F
“What are you trying to do?” I asked my husband as he sat on our couch playing “Halo 3” on his Xbox.
“I’m trying to save the cartographer,” he told me as he proceeded to shoot at some creature that was, in turn, shooting at him.
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to go to ‘Halo’ school and study to be a cartographer?” I asked.
“Probably,” he said. “But that isn’t an option.”
Why was he playing this game that seems to have no point?
“Because,” he informed me, “I know you can’t stand it when I play ‘Grand Theft Auto.’”
That was true. Talk about a waste of energy. I didn’t get it. Maybe it was my chromosome; maybe it was the literary lover in me … but, when I play a game, I want a plot, a purpose, some reason to do whatever it is the game is asking me to do.
GTA, to me, is the lowest form of gameplay. Not only do you shoot at people for no reason, but you win points by breaking the law. Why not have it set up so you can join the police department and get points for turning in your loser friends?
Because my hubby wants me to partake in the game-playing experience, we bought a game called “Rayman Raving Rabbits” – a fun game where cow-tossing and warthog riding give you points.
Yes, it makes very little sense – and, in the long run, pulling worms out of the rotting teeth of a rabbit won’t get you very far. But it is a lot of fun and there are some neurons involved.
And I’ll be looking for “Grand Theft Auto: Police Academy.”