Parties and Asskicking, a Favorite Combination
For my birthday (two months away, but who doesn’t like thinking about it?) I want plant things. Pretty pots, lovely, lush green things, bulbs, and most importantly, something to put the plants on. My house has a few rooms with lovely light, but nooooothing to put the plants on. I have a few smaller ones on windowsills, three plants are on a sawhorse (we’re high class… and that room isn’t finished yet) and a couple more are scattered about. So I desperately need some elegant plant holders. Or more sawhorses.
In other party related news, I am the worst bridesmaid. I couldn’t even make it to my lovely Shaba’s shower. And it was an amazing shower, the other bridesmaids really stepped up to the plate. It was Alice in Wonderland themed, can you believe that? I’ve seen the pictures, they did an incredible job and Shaba had a wonderful time. I just wish I could have been there.
It came down to a choice between going to my sister’s big dinner bash (She’s the executive chef of her school’s fanciest, most important dinner) and Shaba’s shower. And honestly, the only reason I can go to Lil Sis’s dinner is because my parents are paying for the seats and The Boyfriend and I are bunking at her apartment. I HATE making choices like that. I also hate not having the money to go to both, but that’s totally my fault and is hopefully making me more aware of what I’m doing.
So, my spring resolution is to not miss any more of my Shaba’s wedded bliss fun and preparations, and to save money so I never have to make a choice like that again.
Oh, and to thank my parents because I don’t have to disappoint TWO of my favorites.
In non-party related news (god, I want cake so badly now) please send a lot of big, kind thoughts the Staten Island way, as my Big Sis is going through a week of isolation in the last stage of kicking the hell out of the thyroid cancer that thought it could try and mess with us. Positive side? No more cancer, and she’s radioactive, therefore making a kickass comic book hero. Negative side? A week of isolation. No boyfriend hugs, no kitten snuggles, no real interaction which is something she thrives on.
So if you’ve got a spare thought, toss it her way with an air hug. She’d definitely appreciate it.
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Wow, I’m sorry about your sister, but hopefully she’s on the up and up?
We missed you at the shower, but it’s no big deal (we figured you just couldn’t make the trip since you live all out in the middle of far-far-away and all).
Keep a watch on facebook for bachelorette plans, they’ll be a-coming.
I feel you on the plants thing. I have a relatively new obsession with succulents… http://tiny.cc/v2h8b
Unfortunately, the Kitteh will eat anything remotely alive. And even if I’m able to keep him from eating, he still tries to sneak it and drives me nuts trying to chase him away. SIGH.