The Reunion is over!

I had a blast! Things went smoothly for the most part, and it was great seeing so many faces from the past! (That was not my attempt at a poem). I think everyone had a great time, especially my girls, The Groupie! We can seriously have fun in a cardboard box. I am blessed with wonderful and enduring friendships. I really feel like these girls are my sisters. I thank God everyday for having placed us in one another's paths. They've been here for me for so long, since I was 14 and one since 2nd grade! I don't know what I'd do without them. Here are some pictures. http://www.flickr.com/photos/68357054@N00/sets/840976/

Staying up late gets you nowhere...

It's 3am and I'm still up, and it's not even because I'm at work. My friends Craig and Yvette just left my apt after working on the reunion video for 7 hours...yup that's right, 7 hours in addition to the 7 from last week. We had a couple of set backs, so had to do some damage control. We'll continue to work on it next week.

I haven't slept since Tuesday 5pm (4 hours) so I'm a bit sleepy-stupid (one step beyond my usual sleepy-drunk), but I just checkeed out CryingWhileEating.com and giggled for a good bit. It's a really weird and utterly useless wate of time, but it's quite amusing if that's your thing.

Anyway, so that's what's on my mind on a Thursday morning at 3am. Night!

FRUSTRATION ! ! !

I CANNOT wait until planning and preparing for this reunion is over. And that's really sad.

On a happier note, I went to my friend Gracie's wedding present-opening party at her brother's house. It was nice, I took pictures of each gift and the happy couple as usual. Already Snapfished them off. I'd love to include pix here but I don't know how to do it!

I'd like to document a moment of compassion and empathy. Gracie's mother mentioned that my friend Chuchi and I would be next to marry (not to each other FYI). I used my standard "Ya me quede" which means basically I'm an old-maid. She laughed it off and said that God would see about that. But the moment of empathy to which I refer was something that Gracie's SIL said to me. She said that she was 38 when she married and to look at her daughter, whom she'd had at 40. I just thought it was very kind of her to share that with me. I wonder if she went through the same types of feelings I've been having about the whole issue. The quiet way she said it made me think she had.

I recently asked my mom if she felt a bit hopeless about marriage/family when she was my age and still single (that's got a soap opera story to it, but I'll leave that for another entry). She said she never felt like she should worry about it, she was too busy working and taking care of her brother's multitude of kids. This is useful information. A few months ago I had a bit of an epiphany about how grateful I ought to be for what I do have. Granted, I'd love to be in a loving relationship with an awesome man, but I should appreciate the fact that I'm single and really quite free of stressors (sans aforementioned Queen B). I can come and go as I please, don't have bratty kids clingy to me since I get to give them back to their parents ;), therefore I should enjoy my singledom and have fun with it. So that's what I mean to do. I'm taking fun classes (A Day to Create with Tena Sprenger and Carol Wingert is always a happy occiasion), enjoying my friendships, and playing with my sister's offspring. Maybe at some point this won't be enough for me, but for now it's pretty darn great. Who knows, maybe I am meant for something non-family life related and it just hasn't been revealed to me yet. And maybe there's nothing bigger and better out there for me, but I intend to be as happy as I can be. And if that makes me boring so be it!

Goings on of my weekend

OK, now that Gracie's wedding is over, I can laugh whole-heartedly about the disasters that were the bridesmaids' dresses. Beside the fact that a few fit horribly or not at all, my skirt was altogether wrong. And too bad I didn't notice until the week before the wedding when I was about to have it hemmed! "It just needs to be hemmed" I erroneously informed the seamstress who was working on a few of our dresses. She was the one who noticed it was different than all the other's. Duh. That would explain the extra fabric I noticed when I picked it up at Alfred Angelo's. That place SUCKS. Their customer service is atrocious. No wonder they got a D- in Bridal Bargains.

Anyway, I scrambled around the garment district the week before the wedding looking for a suitable chiffon with which to make a new skirt. I ended up buying three different shades of red to be on the safe side. Dau, the seamstress, made me a whole new skirt (twice!) and I must say she did a great job. Disaster was averted several times around thanks to her.

The wedding was so much stinking fun. A good time was had by all. We managed to pull off another Senior sweater picture thanks to Chuchi. I'll figure out how to post pictures on here eventually. Plenty of drunkeness and debauchery.

Sunday I spent the day at my sister's house. Poolside. Ah yeah, finally got a bit of a tan. I actually had to go on my building's rooftop on Friday to get rid of my farmer tan (yuck) since I wore a strapless to the wedding. That evening my sister and I got some groovy CD's at Target. Titles such as Booty Shakin Hits of the 90's...gotta love 'em!

And now here I am back at work. Trying really hard to stay awake. Working nights is getting a lot tougher. It's so hard to stay awake and then recuperate after a couple of nights working. Sigh. Can't wait to win the lottery.

So now I just have to worry about the reunion. Someday I'll laugh about that as well. But not just yet.

I'm living in fear...

At least for tonight. I got home tonight at midnight and I when I turned the corner to my street, I noticed a guy walking across the street at the crosswalk. When I looked in my rearview mirror before trying to back up into a parking space, I noticed he walked back across the street to where he came from. I thought that was weird but I kept trying to park while fishing my cell phone out of my bag. By the time I looked up after I got my phone, he was walking on my side of the street towards my car. So then I got a little freaked but figured I was just being paranoid and finished parking my car. Well when I was nice and snug in the space (prime parking spot so I don't have to wake up early to move the car in the morning for street cleaning) he was waiting about ten yards behind and to the side of my car at a wall by the gas station lot.

So that was it, I pulled out and kept driving. I went around the block (a kinda big block too) and when I turned the corner he was there waiting! So I kept driving and damn near panicked. I called work because I didn't have anyone else to call at that hour, just to stay on the phone while I was driving. They insisted I call the police but I wondered if they'd even come for a paranoid girl. But this dude was seriously up to no good, and I'm not easily scared by that sort of thing. I ended up calling the manager of my building and she came out to meet me while I parked. I was really freaked out. The way he kept watching me no matter what I did.

I heard once you should put great big dirty workboots out on your porch to give the impression that a big burly man lives with you. What would the equivalent be for your car? Guess I'll be carrying around that pepper spray the managers at work gave us. Though with my bad luck and my general clumsiness I'd likely spray myself with it. Sigh.

So what other adventures did I have today? Well, first thing I met my brother in law at the Ford collision center to have my bumper looked at. Yesterday while attempting to park into an angled parking space at the dentist's, I inadvertently bumped into the sidewalk. The large dip into the sewer made the car go into the curb at a weird angle, and apparently with enough force to completely mangle the underside of my bumper. So I literally ran my car into the ground. What a dweeb. So that little mishap will cost approximately $650. This comes on the heels of a $300 bill to replace the left side mirror on my car after some ass hat knocked it off. I don't know if they drove past my car too close or if some lousy hoodrats played baseball with my mirror, but someone had the decency to place the mirror on my trunk. When I was walking towards my car I mistook the mirror for a dead bird. I think I'd have preferred the dead bird to a broken mirror. I could have just driven fast enough to make the bird fall off, and as much as I loathe littering, at least the bird is biodegradable.

Anyhoo, that's how I started my morning, mangled bumper. Then I installed Microsoft Office and Photoshop on my new puter. Woo hoo! Now to learn how to work the damn thing (Photoshop and I have a tenuous relationship).

Then I hunted for a unity candle for my friend Gracie for her wedding this Saturday. After I found ONE, pickings are slim for unity candles I guess, I trekked to Duarte to pick up my bridesmaids dress, finally! That has been an ordeal unto itself. I will not speak of it until I can laugh it off. At this point, I'm still not sure if I can pull it off, so I'll have to follow up on it later.

After that, I went to the rehearsal and then the rehearsal dinner. That was yumsers! Part of the wedding party ended up back at Gracie and Gary's apartment to check out the home theater system they have up. We watched parts of LOTR (3rd installement) and Full Metal Jacket. HOW could I have not seen this movie before?!? I left before the end, so I'll definitely have to Netflix it.

The night was topped off with the aforementioned fright. And now I believe I'm finally sleepy enough to overcome the jittery feeling. Good night folks!

Trepidation

I'm finally doing something computer-related on my own. Well, not entirely on my own since the good people at Blogger provide the infrastructure to create a blog, but I am proud of myself nonetheless. I know, it's not a big deal at all to start a stinking blog, especially sans HTML coding (which I have done believe it or not), but I'm a firm believer in giving myself props for the small things I do on my own without screwing up. Now to figure out exactly how to post pictures, links, etc without flipping things on their sides like is my wont.

I wish desperately that this could be witty and ascerbic like the blogs I like to read, but I'm too dull for that. I'm still not sure what form this will take, but I hope I'll at least have fun with it.

So I'll have to be patient with myself as I get a footing on this blogging jazz.