Thursday, December 22, 2011


It's hard these days to be an individual, especially when it comes to fashion. I try hard to stay up on the latest trends and truly enjoy the beauty of sustainable fabrics. Last night, I found it hard to consider myself a trendsetter. From what I could tell (and everyone else in the room) every woman at Balliceaux looked like they just jumped out of an Urban Outfitters catalog. I love my clothing, and take pride in the in-expensiveness of it all, but if being up on the fashion trends means having to share my individuality, I'd rather take my fashion outwardness to the next level and do things over the top or nothing at all.

These photos are courtesy of a blog called Tales of Endearment. These fashionista sisters are a perfect example of latest and trends that maybe I'm just not brave enough to try. That fur vest, to die for, and beautiful black dress with Mexican accents is reminiscent of cultural trends I've always aspired to take part in. So, here it goes. Off to try things over the top! Gracias a la vida!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Lu-ugh- VE.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011 all boils down to this.

At the end of my working day, my boss Rhonda sneakingly crept into the lab to ask me a question. As she occasionally scares me, today she seemed a little out of sorts, perhaps because of the pain medications or lack of sleep she felt in recovering from a broken wrist she received on Saturday. So as not to disturb the many tasks that one has at the end of their day, she quickly got to the point and asked if I would like tomorrow off from work. I thought for a moment, then happily excepted.

Sometimes, it's just the nicest thing in the world when someone asks you to simply, take the day off. After this morning I thought: This couldn't have come on a more deserving day?

Last night, Tony and I finally decided on our venue for our wedding, and yes readers it will be at Ash Lawn Highland home of James Monroe. Though I was initially excited, the stress of paying for such a beautiful venue and stress of burdening my mother started to increasingly affect me from emotional to physical.

Yes... it all boils down to this, when I get stressed, so does my irritable bowel. (I know what you're thinking TOO MUCH INFORMATION?) But seriously, if this wasn't an online diary of sorts, I'd be less apt divulging this much information about myself. 

I woke up several times between the hours of four a.m. and seven a.m., in anticipation of speaking with my mother about our plans. I had set it up with a script in my head, clearly laying out my plan to use my savings to pay for at least half, and promising to make payments monthly on the venue.

Tony tried his utmost to relieve my anxiety (Like the Psychiatrist, that he is?) and it worked... until morning came and it was time to make my call.

Luckily, my mom knows how to calm me down just as well as Tony (perhaps even better) by soothingly telling me that she was more than willing to help pay for the venue.

But since I've been sick all day, wouldn't you agree that a day off from the stresses of daily life and work are much deserved? What was I so worried about? Man... my butt hurts.