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04 November 2009
29 October 2009
Getting sick.
At the beginning of the week I felt tired and the beginnings of a scratchy throat. Terrified I would get too sick to function, I took a day to kick it in the pants. The second day was better, and half-way through I felt pretty good. The third day I felt absolutely fine. The fourth day, the cold hit me in the face. My first thought was "EXCUSE ME - I took care of you two days ago." There's not a whole lot I can do about it really, besides stuff myself with vitamins and fluids, then go to bed early.
A few weeks ago, my sorority did an activity titled "Arrange the pieces you are given." There are so many things in our lives we don't have control over, but we have control of what we do with those things.
There is nothing I could have done to foresee or prevent the cold. This is so with most events that take place in our lives. We must simply take life a day at a time, learn a day at a time, and make time worth living.
At least a cold is good enough to inspire one more blog post ;) .
A few weeks ago, my sorority did an activity titled "Arrange the pieces you are given." There are so many things in our lives we don't have control over, but we have control of what we do with those things.
There is nothing I could have done to foresee or prevent the cold. This is so with most events that take place in our lives. We must simply take life a day at a time, learn a day at a time, and make time worth living.
At least a cold is good enough to inspire one more blog post ;) .
25 October 2009
Today I ...
- Aided one sister in rescuing and returning to proper owner, two very, very small and lost dogs within 5 minutes.
- Almost blinded the other sister by poking her eye quite hard. Don't swing your arm with a pointer finger out if you don't know who is behind you. Just sayin'.
A Tale of a Dress.
$20 for bustles and hoop skirt.
$100 for dress.
$15 for crown.
$17 for shoes.
$30 for hair.
$20 for jewelry.
Best costume I've ever worn...you know the word.
I had to have help lacing up the back of the dress. It took my dear lady in waiting almost 10 minutes, thank goodness for her. I took up 2.5 chairs worth of space. Walking down the street required a carrier for the back. Though I began to understand how women who had to wear these dresses on a daily basis felt. You don't have much use but to be an ornament. We played charades at this party, and my Halloween object to act out was a witch hat. I was grateful for something I didn't have to move around much for. I raised my arms to mime a pointed hat, and they stopped half-way up. Thankfully someone got it anyway, with some pointing at someone else's hat. Sitting required a straight back (the dress was a corset on its own). Someone came up to me at the end of the party, and the farewell was "I hope you shrink." Entertained by my own size, people were submitted to being "skirtified" if they sat next to me. What I do want to know, is how men danced with these women with huge skirts. My partner was forced to slide his feet, and even then he caught the hem. After 4 hours my torso had submitted to the dress and I merely sat in it. Another hour it came off; my whole body bent over and could BREATHE! Undoing the hairstyle, I discovered over 40 bobby-pins (a normal hairstyle takes from 2-5), rollers to plump the hair, and two small hair pieces. Many hilarious improv photos (yet to be posted), sore body waking the next morning, and lots of conditioning hair product to remove the hair spray later, the price of wearing an awesome costume is truly - immeasurable.
$100 for dress.
$15 for crown.
$17 for shoes.
$30 for hair.
$20 for jewelry.
Best costume I've ever worn...you know the word.
I had to have help lacing up the back of the dress. It took my dear lady in waiting almost 10 minutes, thank goodness for her. I took up 2.5 chairs worth of space. Walking down the street required a carrier for the back. Though I began to understand how women who had to wear these dresses on a daily basis felt. You don't have much use but to be an ornament. We played charades at this party, and my Halloween object to act out was a witch hat. I was grateful for something I didn't have to move around much for. I raised my arms to mime a pointed hat, and they stopped half-way up. Thankfully someone got it anyway, with some pointing at someone else's hat. Sitting required a straight back (the dress was a corset on its own). Someone came up to me at the end of the party, and the farewell was "I hope you shrink." Entertained by my own size, people were submitted to being "skirtified" if they sat next to me. What I do want to know, is how men danced with these women with huge skirts. My partner was forced to slide his feet, and even then he caught the hem. After 4 hours my torso had submitted to the dress and I merely sat in it. Another hour it came off; my whole body bent over and could BREATHE! Undoing the hairstyle, I discovered over 40 bobby-pins (a normal hairstyle takes from 2-5), rollers to plump the hair, and two small hair pieces. Many hilarious improv photos (yet to be posted), sore body waking the next morning, and lots of conditioning hair product to remove the hair spray later, the price of wearing an awesome costume is truly - immeasurable.
22 October 2009
I am grateful for. . .
Honest people. I was getting ready to leave the house this morning and discovered my wallet was missing. Just an ounce of a problem...I dug through my backpack several times (I am awesome at losing things in obvious places), checked my account to see if money had been taken out by someone else, searched my car, etc. I prayed for some help, and felt confident about heading to school anyway. I asked at the Institute with no luck. Mentally I searched through my wallet to figure out what I was going to have to replace. I remembered I had bought something at a cafe, so went straight there. The lady at the cafe told me to go to the student union. There was an office along the way that I ducked into, and they directed me to the floor below. I didn't think they would have it, but went anyway. Lo and behold she opens a drawer and there was no mistaking the duct tape. Apparently they had called my house, and I distinctly remember seeing a message on the phone but never bothered to listen to it. Everything is still in the wallet, down to the single dollar bill. Thank you, to whoever turned it in. Many, many thanks.
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