No matter how hard I try to fight it and keep myself composed and held up straight with dignity I am obsessed to the point of a blubbering idiot when it comes to all things Weddings.
Half way through college I spent my entire winter break planning out my dream wedding up to the location, the perfect dress that was both classy, comfortable, yet BAM, what food I was going to serve (wound up choosing the filet mignon- Hey...what can I say, I am a meat eater), even down to the music that my father was going to joyfully lead me down the isle to. (Of course that music would have to be performed by at 2 piece orchestra at least)
Ohhh at a mear 20 I was prepared for all things Wedding FEVER.
I would say that wedding fever is worse than baby fever. A wedding is only one day, and it is YOUR day. Its all about you, not so much with a baby. The baby sucks up all the attention until you are no longer a person but an amenity to your child. Also, you know when you go into having a child you have years ahead to both mess it up and attempt to patch it up again. Endless nights worrying, WHAT TYPE OF CRY IS THAT? IS HE HUNGRY? OR IS THAT THE I WANT ATTENTION CRY? AHHHHH!!!
And if you screw up the cry that night- well lets hope you don't do lasting damage- but mainly the next day you have learned and you can try again.
With a wedding...if you still somehow beileve in "one love" you only get ONE chance.
Can anybody say pressure?
I guess I can see why most people crack. Why bridezilla situations occur.
WHICH LEADS ME TO..... THE LINK OF THE WEEK!
http://www.weddingcentral.com/videos?bcpid=63917325001&bclid=57190808001&bctid=58963492001
Ohh my dear, dear readers. Why do us women put so much pressure on this one day? Spending thousands upon thousands of dollars? Driving our families mad? Starving ourselves to fit into that one perfect dress?
Why?!
Well thats easy....Love.
Eden
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Oh, hi...I didn't see you there!
You know those girls who:
Stumble through life unaware of their sexual power over men and unwavering confidence?
And then there are those girls who stumble through life unaware of the spinach in their teeth?
I have managed to go through life as both of these girls.
Welcome to my blog "Matches in the Breeze"! Catchy, right? Yeah...that was my attempt at showing my witty sense of humor, my ability to live in the now...get in touch with my inner chi, say what I wanna say with a passion before a gust of wind flies in and unapologetically blows that fire out. I hope you enjoy- my dear readers - the uncensored, humiliating, sexy yet pathetic, deep yet shallow stories of my life.
Prologue- Grabbin' Life by the balls
Living in NYC is not all its cracked up to be. You arrive, your mind gets blown, and then it plows you over like a leftover sandwich on the street. Which is rather sad considering the lack of food the homeless have and the lack of respect people have for a good gourmet deli. I knew what I wanted since I was a wee little one going through life with the big eyes and false hopes. They involved these three things:
-New York
-Love
-And Music
Believe it or not two of those things have been easy for me- and I'm sure you can guess which ones they are. Which leaves me in the same place as everyone else on this earth. Scrambling with my dignity barely attached from person to person to person. Hoping that they see me, like me, accept me, respect me, sex me and then not vex me.
Now I know what you are thinking. One day, the right guy will come along. Everyone has the ying to their yang, the bird to their bee, the composition to their book. And ohhh my dear readers I agree. But then the next thing you know you are either contemplating bisexuality or or drowning your sorrows in your 5 dollar Iced -Double -Tall (Non-Fat)- Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks.
But I digress....
This blog, or internet sucking story center is my place to share with you. To tell my stories, share my opinions, and hope they either: inspire you, make you laugh or cry, or just give you something to read before you start to online shop, look at porn, or check your Facebook for notifications that I can promise you wont be there since the last time you checked five minutes ago.
Welcome my loves to MY garden of,
Eden
Stumble through life unaware of their sexual power over men and unwavering confidence?
And then there are those girls who stumble through life unaware of the spinach in their teeth?
I have managed to go through life as both of these girls.
Welcome to my blog "Matches in the Breeze"! Catchy, right? Yeah...that was my attempt at showing my witty sense of humor, my ability to live in the now...get in touch with my inner chi, say what I wanna say with a passion before a gust of wind flies in and unapologetically blows that fire out. I hope you enjoy- my dear readers - the uncensored, humiliating, sexy yet pathetic, deep yet shallow stories of my life.
Prologue- Grabbin' Life by the balls
Living in NYC is not all its cracked up to be. You arrive, your mind gets blown, and then it plows you over like a leftover sandwich on the street. Which is rather sad considering the lack of food the homeless have and the lack of respect people have for a good gourmet deli. I knew what I wanted since I was a wee little one going through life with the big eyes and false hopes. They involved these three things:
-New York
-Love
-And Music
Believe it or not two of those things have been easy for me- and I'm sure you can guess which ones they are. Which leaves me in the same place as everyone else on this earth. Scrambling with my dignity barely attached from person to person to person. Hoping that they see me, like me, accept me, respect me, sex me and then not vex me.
Now I know what you are thinking. One day, the right guy will come along. Everyone has the ying to their yang, the bird to their bee, the composition to their book. And ohhh my dear readers I agree. But then the next thing you know you are either contemplating bisexuality or or drowning your sorrows in your 5 dollar Iced -Double -Tall (Non-Fat)- Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks.
But I digress....
This blog, or internet sucking story center is my place to share with you. To tell my stories, share my opinions, and hope they either: inspire you, make you laugh or cry, or just give you something to read before you start to online shop, look at porn, or check your Facebook for notifications that I can promise you wont be there since the last time you checked five minutes ago.
Welcome my loves to MY garden of,
Eden
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