"Self Centered" Category
A hard save...
Balance and coordination have never been two things that I possess. I’ve fallen down stairs, tripped on sidewalks, missed the occasional step here or there…At first it’s embarrassing – when you trip on a pine cone which brings you down on your hands and knees, you develop a tough skin (and not just from having skinned these areas so many times before). After you fall in public so many times, it’s no longer embarrassing – it’s actually really funny.
My most memorable fall happened when I was in first year of University. I had been avoiding Spanish Class for over a month. You miss one class, that’s ok. But you know what they say…one turns into two and two turns into ten…then you’ve missed so many classes that you are actually scared to go back. Anyway, My friend made me go back to class – it was the review for the final and apparently that was important; I was going to learn an entire semester in one class – yeah right.
The class room was on the third floor – we made it up the first flight of stairs fine, the second flight fine…the third flight is where it got messy…I tripped up three steps…one step is easy to recover from – but three is a hard save. So there I was tripping up the steps in an incedibably crowded stariwell…everyone was staring…there was no graceful way to get out of it, I just had to let it happen and I hoped for the best…
My best included a professor – whom I landed on…which is great, because his crotch is the reason I didn’t break my nose that day…that’s right – I landed face first into this man’s crotch with one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hand….This was not one of my best moments at University – possibly one of the funniest, but not best.
So what do you do to recover…it’s an awkward situation – how you deal with it…for me it went something like this…“I am so sorry”…the man said nothing back – he just stood there…I wanted to fix this situation…I should have walked away, but I didn’t…I decided it was necessary to straighten his tie, dust off his shoulders and gave him a quick pat on the back – I said thanks and told him to have a nice day…He was silent, possibly frozen in shock. I of course had to move on, I had to leave this mess behind – plus I was now late for Spanish.
End of Summer...
Happy Labour Day…I love that North America has dedicated a day for those who work….now that I have a job I can officially celebrate Labour Day! I am celebrating this day by working – boo to jobs in hospitality…but at least I have a job – so I will be celebrating this holiday with a smile on my face.
Remember when Labour Day signified the end of summer when you were a kid…the last day of freedom before going back to school…the night before you packed your backpack with new binders, pens and pencils, you laid out your new outfit and hoped to Christ it was cool, your mom packed you a lunch and then you tried to go to sleep but you tossed and turned because you were a little bit sad that summer was over and nervous to be starting a new school year.
As an adult Labour Day is the weekend when you get to sleep in for three days instead of two…It’s the final party weekend of summer – the last hurrah before fall arrives…the traditional last weekend to stop wearing white shoes…the last of the barbeques where you don’t need a sweater at night. Summer may be over but fall is almost here and that means a new wardrobe must be purchased!
I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend and is celebrating working hard with a party!
and she's down...
ok, ok…I know, I know…another story involving falling in public…
As we all know diet pepsi makes my world go round….lil bit of an addiction. I usually go through drive through; but yesterday I thought I would mix it up and actually go into Tim Hortons. I made it from the car to curb with no problems…upon stepping onto the curb i missed and went down hard…luckily nothing was broken…just my spirit…thank god diet pepsi heals all.
Here we are...
I’m moving tomorrow morning…the day is almost here…I am up to my ears in bubble wrap, aka b-rap, boxes and tape; not to mention the stuff that was once in a closet that is now in said boxes.
Packing procrastination time is over….however, I promised my friend James that I would write something…so here goes…
Moving is stressful. No matter how much work you do in advance, the act of moving house equals stress. You don’t realize how much stuff you actually own until you box, seal, label and stack.
One thing that I have learned…you might suffer from a slight shopping problem when you can build a fort of boxes filled with shoes, handbags and other accessories…but at least it’s a fort of boxes filled with pretty!
That’s it for me…back to boxes.
three little words...
I miss crocs.
High heals are the work of the devil…they lead to blistered, swollen, sore, pedicure ruined feet. Pretty shoes are for the birds…so is working.