With every step recently, I've been getting this great butterflies in the stomach feeling of "it's actually happening--we're getting married!" I'm ready to enjoy what has been dubbed the "Weekend o' Jenn," and since my birthday is actually on Wednesday (but celebrated on Tuesday, Wednesday, AND Saturday), I'm extending it to the whole week.
Life is good with 46 days and counting.
I started a new job two months ago, and I'm lovin' it. But between busy times at work (in addition to my regular duties, I start teaching a creative drama class tomorrow afternoon), wedding planning, doctor's appointments, and writing my thesis proposal, my days are full to overflowing. I thought I'd take a moment out to process it all and write a post about wedding planning.
I am never going to feel this pampered again. A hair and makeup trial means that we played with my hair for an hour, which led to playing with makeup for an hour. I haven't done this since I almost gave Bobbie Bardzik chicken pox when we were four, and sharing my mom's cast-off blue eye shadow and coral lipstick. (I don't think I got chicken pox this time. I'm immune now, suckas! Plus, they keep their equipment pretty clean there, so no cross-contamination.)
(That's my makeup artist, Ashley, behind me. She's adorable.)
What else...? Oh, if you're in the Baltimore area and need affordable accessories, go to Treasure House in Owings Mills. That's where I got my hair clip. For $32! Treasure House is not to be confused with Treasure Trove in DC, which is where we got our rings.
Everyone (and everything) has been great so far. More wedding news to come!
I'll try again a little later.
(All from emitations)
I want Stacey and Clinton to belittle me.
I want to toss out all of my clothes and start anew.
I want Nick to do my hair and Carmindy (of the worst name in the world) to do my hair and makeup.
And I want $5000 to buy myself all new clothes!
Throw a struggling grad student a bone!
Our living room is now all seating area: one love seat, one oversized chair, and one L-shaped couch. We need to have a party soon, now that we actually have room for people to sit. Fortunately, we have more than enough room for tonight's houseguest to crash.
And Jake is an expert U-Haul driver!
As some of you know, I quit my job last week. I loved teaching there. I loved the kids. It didn't matter how stressed-out I was, there was always someone there to make me smile, and I felt an incredible sense of accomplishment.
But I'm not a salesperson. I once asked my dad why I didn't seem to have the Jewish cultural imperative towards taking people's money. (It's a joke, OK?) Unfortunately, stereotypes don't seem to work that way.
Plus, I haven't been able to focus on school as much as I'd like. Staying up until 4:30AM to read should not be the only option. And this while I'm getting B+s. I feel like such a hypocrite telling the kids that school should be their number-one priority, and not listening to my own advice. I know I need to work for a living, but this schedule was killing me.
So, I'm out.
I've got a couple of good leads, and I hope to be differently employed by the time my last day pops up...I'm so happy about this decision.
Oh! And I plan to post more now--gonna keep you updated on the whole wedding-planning thing. Fun!