| Teacher Barbie님의 프로필Twenty-Three and Terrify...사진블로그리스트 |  도구  도움말 |
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11월 7일 Terrifyingly ThriftyThe latter part of my title needs an explanation. If you've read this blog before you'll be aware that I recently bought a car and am an avid dancer. The car is self explanatory. As soon as someone invents a car you don't have to sign your life away to own, I'll marry them. (Hmmmm...They need to send a picture first. Can you imagine marrying a guy that has hair like a shag rug on his back? I measured a man like that at work a while ago. UGH!!!!) I also decided to dive right back into dancing and take four classes instead of two. Now my budget would have been a lot more comfortable with only the two classes but I would have been much more bored. I have classes in Jazz, Ballet and Modern three nights a week, as well as the Primary classes I teach. They asked me to teach the three, four and five year old ballet classes. So cute! Now, on top of all that, I've decided to take private lessons as well to prepare for my Elementary Exam. (It's a ridiculously hard exam thought up by a ballet martinet who never actually had to take it!) The point of putting myself through the training is, once I pass the exam I can move on to take the Advanced Exam and then teach professionally if I want to. Or just be a really good dancer. I'd appreciate having both the option and the skill neccessary.
So the rambling point I'm trying to make (very long-windedly) is that I have over-extended my time and my budget. Which explains the title, and why I am cleaning my parents house make up the difference. To make that sound less pathetic, they really do need a housekeeper and I really do need the money. So it's a case of neccessity being the mother of invention. 11월 3일 Can you be 23 and 'terminally terrific' or is it all down hill from here?Ok, I know it's been a millenium since my last blog and will quite posssibly be another millenium until the next one but this needs to be recorded for posterity. (Drum roll please.....louder......) I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER!!!!! Clarification forthcoming, a little background first: Have you ever felt as if you were the only one putting any effort into your friendships? Ie: You like them better than they like you? For example, you know a friend is going through a rough time so you call to check on them and offer support. You probably go out and get their favorite comfort food and bring it to them to cheer them up. Then when you have a problem or are just feeling depressed they aren't available to talk, much less comiserate or offer comfort.
Enough background. I have always felt like that with my friendships. (Quite honestly, I've always had crappy friends. I was the girl in school that people were forever giving the "I don't want to be friends with you anymore" speech to for no good reason what so ever. Unless you call being upset because I was friends with too many boys a good reason.)
Back to my story... My birthday was on October 15th. As indicated by the title of this piece, I turned 23. I was thinking back to past birthdays and I realized that I have not had a truly fantastic birthday since I was 12 years old. (At that one my mom created an enormous scavanger hunt that spread over 2 acres. We had to search for everything to do with the party, decorations, food, presents, guests. Very awsome.) So I decided that instead of just waiting around until it was upon me and then throwing something together at the last minute, I would plan a blow-out bash all by myself. I had so much going on the week of the party I was spinning trying to get it all done. My dance school was creating a professional calendar as our scholarship fundraiser so I was tied up in photoshoots the morning and evening before the party. I had to get to the Asian market to get all the ingrediants for the Thai recipes I was going to make as well as figure out what to do the whole time. My younger sister ever so graciously offered her assistance, which I found a little odd. (She's pre-med and taking a full course load so I figured she'd be way too busy to help.) She offered to take care of the shopping and making the food that needed to chill over night so that I could attend the final photo shoot the night before. Then she invited my friend C over for the night so we could all prepare for the party the next day together. The photo shoot ran late so I had no time and no place to change before heading to pick up C. (Imagine a woman in a white tutu dashing down the sidewalk towards her car while crowds stream into the local arena for a hockey game. :) I arrived at C's house and just had to change. No idea why it was so neccessary, as we were heading home anyway. When we pulled up in front of the house there were cars all over the road. I turned to C and said, "I hate it when people park in front of my house! It freaks me out." We unloaded bags, and costumes and went inside. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling and the walls, a huge vase of roses on the table and balloons all over the floor. My thought: "Wow, they sure decorated early. I hope it doesn't bug Dad." (You'll notice by the pictures on my profile I'm quite blonde. The roots go very deep.) "SURPRISE!" There around the corner, all the friends that I had some how managed to make that cared enough to do this for me. I said, "Ummm...hi."
I found out later that the party had been in the works for weeks. When they realzed that I was planning my own they panicked a bit and then just stole all my ideas for their own party. I was sincerely unsuspecting. Probably the first surprise party ever to have actually been a complete surprise.
I have great friends. (Thank God I changed out of the tutu!) 8월 4일 WHAT HAPPENED?!So I'm gone for a little while and I come back to a completely different space format! Freaked me out a bit, to say the least. I liked the old one better.
Anyway, I have been run off my feet by all the things I agreed to take care of for this wedding! Which, by the by, is this weekend. I kept taking charge of things thinking, "I have tons of time to get this done!" And now it's the day before the wedding, I had to run out and shop for jewelry for the dress I just finished sewing, get a manicure (no time for a pedi), buy more ribbon to finish the bows to decorate the aisle and cross the bridge (hell in the summer) to meet the girls for final updates! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! . . . .Ok, I'm fine now. Wait. . .No, I'm fine.
I don't technically have the time to be sitting here and eating a huge piece of cake right now, but mentally it's a neccessity. Ummmm...chocolate. I've been abstaining in favor of looking gorgeous this weekend. Then I figured, what can one little (ok, not so little) piece of cake do when I'm running around like a chicken with it's head cut off? A very organized, decisive chicken at that. We (Bride and I) decided it would be folly to give me the walkie-talkies she bought. Has anyone seen the episode of friends where Monica helps plan Pheobe's wedding? Yeah, 'nuff said. Luckily Bride and I have similar ideas and the same itsy-bitsy touch of OCD. It works for us.
So, the dress is finished. It's a dream of teal with chocolate brown accents that kept me up until midnight three days in a row finishing the details. I rushed around looking for shoes to match and ended up buying three pairs to bring home and match to the ribbon. Why didn't I bring the ribbon shopping with me, you ask? Well, I just wasn't that smart. Then I went overboard and bought a purse to match too! Not overboard for some maybe, but you should see my purse collection. (One day I'll do a series of blogs on my obsession with shoes and purses, complete with a photo catalogue of what I already own.
 Bride has paid for me to get my hair done at the resort as a thank-you gift for all the help. I'm excited. My hair is impossible and the thought that I won't have to struggle with it on the day is so de-stressing.
Now I am going to finish my cake, take the polish off my nails (yes, you heard right, I messed them up two seconds after the ethestician had finished) and try and take deep breaths while makeing the final few bows. Tonight is the pre-wedding BBQ hosted by the grooms opinionated, perfect and conservative family. Throw in a bunch of Brides relatives who flew here from Holland and have a reputation for how much they can drink and you've got the makings of a good time.
Hopefully I will talk to you all sooner rather than later. Enjoy your long-weekend if you live in Canada and enjoy the weekend if you live elsewhere. 7월 18일 Yikes!There is so much going on that I have no time for writing and/or visiting everyone's blogs. Our phone is out because of the recent lightening storms. The electrical problems have also resulted in our internet being shut off. I would be much more upset if I didn't have so much on my plate at the moment.
Thanks for visiting, I will be up to par again next week if I'm lucky. 7월 11일 Floods of ReliefHe called! Or rather, wrote. S sent me an email a couple days ago but because I didn't have that address it went into my junk mail. I am so relieved I feel like a weight lifted off my chest. He sounds like himself even if it is through email:
Hey (insert indearment here)
Well, it seems as though a couple days were not enough. In all honestly, I was expecting rejection; however, I was not expecting to be so completely paralyzed by it. I seriously overestimated my will power. Even now I can appreciate the sheer weakness of contacting you first through email. As you well know I am far more comfortable hiding behind the written word. Still, to save you the mumbled half-baked phrases and incomplete sentences that accompany my verbalizations, I am writing this now.
(I've always loved the formal superciliousness of his written communications. Strikingly like my own.) He wants to go see a movie together to try and pick our friendship back up. Maybe under the watchful eye of Captain Jack Sparrow we will manage to find what it was that made us so close to begin with. |
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