Thursday, June 16, 2011

the wedding.

2 weeks ago, we made the trip to Northern California for my lovely cousin Christina's wedding.
It was a beautiful wedding held at a winery and vineyard in Suisun Valley.
I was pleasantly surprised at how everything went down with out a single hitch.

Cousins! She was a gorgeous bride!
If I were to complain about one thing about this wedding it would be that I forgot my black bra so I was sporting the white bra straps all night. I was so classy.

Kirk and I at the dinner. We literally ate in the middle of the vineyard and the entire wedding was catered by the Buckhorn. It was absolutely DELICIOUS.
They hired a live band to play for the rest of the reception. They were seriously awesome and everything they sang just made everyone want to dance. They even let my cousins do a duet of Justin Bieber Kirk didn't know that us Parkinson's could break it down on the dance floor. EVERY SINGLE PERSON was dancing. This is what made the wedding so fun and epic. I honestly have never had such a fabulous time at a wedding. And I wasn't even drinking. Haha!
I love this picture that my uncle secretly snapped. Christina's husband, Simon, was a singer for Disney and played Zach Efron in the High School Musical parades at Disney. He sang "Brown-Eyed Girl" for Christina and of course, it's like my anthem.... so Kirk and I danced our butts off.
(I kind of wish my legs were as tan as my arms and face. They are always the last to get sun.)

I would say if weddings had perfect outcomes, then this wedding was perfection.
Congratulations to Christina and Simon!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

the story of brazil.

I am going to preface this post by telling everyone who reads my blog (all 24 of you) that this story may be a little too much information if you catch my drift.
But the thing is, I don't really care. If I see you in real-life I will probably tell you all about this so why don't we save the face-to-face conversation and just spill my guts out on this here blog.
I mean, I am pretty much an open book anyway.
Moving on.
My cousin and I decided that we were brave enough to endure a waxing of the southern hemisphere... the wayyy southern hemisphere.
Why you may ask?
Well you see, I have no reason to get one other than the fact that I HATE shaving and that I was curious about the results. Everyone I know who has had one said they are painful but well worth it.
I remember one of my best friends Karlisa telling me years ago that it was the worst pain she has ever experienced.
I am crazy. I already know it.
Curiosity has gotten the best of me.
We had been planning for a couple months to go together but our schedules did not allow us to do it together and so I decided I was sick of waiting and made the appointment all by my lonesome.
So I went.
I was so nervous I was shaking... not necessarily because of the pain but for the awkwardness that inevitably would follow.
The girl told me to lay down and drape this sorry excuse for a wash cloth over myself and she will be back momentarily.
I stood in the room for a few minutes trying to decide if I really wanted to do this. I had a mental battle with myself for a good minute and weighed the pros and cons:
Eventually, I convinced myself to stay and laid on the table waiting for the girl to walk in.
She got right to business leaving no time for me to get comfortable with the idea of having some stranger see my goods.
The first rip was just as I expected. Slightly painful but nothing I couldn't handle.
I thought to myself, "I can TOTALLY do this! I can totally handle this pain."
Let me just say that there was one point where I thought to myself, "What the heck did I get myself into... I want to leave now."
But I couldn't. Because the wax was already there. And there was no way I could get out of it except to endure the pain of the rip.
I am now relearning how to walk... and a little uncomfortable.
It's worth it. But, not recommended for the weak of heart or low-pain tolerant.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

the story of the shake weight.

Things have not been going as planned when I first purchased the Shake Weight.
I had high hopes for my arms at that point.
But, what I didn't realize is that I didn't have high hopes for my laziness.
Let me explain: I don't really feel like I have time to use the Shake Weight for 6 minutes a day.
I mean seriously, who has 6 minutes to spare? Certainly not me.
I need to sleep in until 11 and I need to go to bed at 2 am to make sure I have the most productive day I could possibly have.
That being said, I went shopping with the sister on Monday and tried on numerous things and stuff and quite honestly, shopping never puts me in the greatest mood because I realize how much I need to work out and stop eating all the good and evil treats and Rocky Mountain.
It really is so very hard though guys.
For example, yesterday I worked at noon until 4 at my first job and then straight from there I went to Rocky Mountain. I didn't eat lunch or breakfast so by the time I got to the treat store, I was starrrrving and decided that I should probably gorge myself on Oreo crumbs, ice cream and fudge. The evening was followed by my self-loathing and quite the stomach ache.
You see, I normally don't eat sugar. Not because of some high and mighty healthy reason. No no, people, self control is not my strong point. Clearly.
It's because I don't really crave it, I don't buy it, and I don't have it laying around my house on my normal day-to-day living.
However, if it's there for the taking, then I will surely eat it.
My point is simply this:
I have a wedding to go to in less than 2 weeks.
I will do the Shake Weight challenge.
6 minutes a day until I go to this blessed event.
I will document my progress.
Are you excited?