Everyone better take a moment to meditate on Saturday. It's Yoga Day 2006.
I'll do my best to do a sun salutation or two.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Isn't it Bliss?
The wedding bells have rung and TJ and I are Married. You will never guess all the trauma we (or I) had to go through to actually get the show on the road. Saturday morning, December 17, 2005 I woke up like 50 times. I seriously couldn't sleep. As if there was something that I should be worried about. An omen, perhaps? So finally, it's like 5:50am so I get up and just do little things waiting for my mom, my dad, and my sister to wake up to so we could leave for the temple. I pranced around, did some yoga, and finally it was about 7:30. So I semi got ready, but I didn't have anything with me to get ready with, namely my dress. So 8 am rolls around and it hits me that I am not going to make it on time to get all ready, my mom is still asleep, and by now I am just freaking out. So I just grabbed my sister's keys and headed off all by myself. I was ancy, anxious, and snappy. It wasn't until I heard the beloved "Christmas Shoes" song that I realized that there was peace in the world, and that everything would be fine.
All was well until I walked into the temple, alone, my car still running in the driveway, and I tried to frantically explain why I was all alone for my wedding, and why my mom was gone. This didn't come out at all, I think it sounded something like (sniff sniff, big breath in and out) "My mom, and my car well,I've got to Oh my, where's TJ? Where's Joey? She's supposed to do my hair." Of course none of that came out either. It was all basically sobs. So, TJ showed up and we sat down with our reccommends and our information. THe lady asked us for our Marriage license and certificate. By this time I realized that my day, my wedding, was ruined. TJ looks at me and demands that I had the certificate. He was so adamant and I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and I broke into hyperventalating. So I was rushed away from everything. After people ransacked through my belongings, through my apartment, and through everything of mine, the certificate was at TJ's apartment where I saw it last.
Then my mom showed up and it was all okay.
Well, sortof. I got ready and our wedding was only minutes off schedule. After most of the guests left a friend kindly mentioned to the officiator of our wedding that he forgot some important parts of the ceremonial words, so we had to do it all over again.
And finally we were off. The end.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
My Wedding Announcement
TJ and I are getting Married in four days. Woo Hoo.
The Benson Building is one of the LDS Chaples in Spanish Fork, UT.
Here are some driving directions from Provo.
On I-15 South Take the Price/Manti US 6 exit
Continue on that road past Albertsons
Turn right at the next light. This should be Center Street.
You will come to a three way stop
Turn Left
Turn left again on the third street on your left
Continue until you see the Church.
We'll be right inside.
The Benson Building is one of the LDS Chaples in Spanish Fork, UT.
Here are some driving directions from Provo.
On I-15 South Take the Price/Manti US 6 exit
Continue on that road past Albertsons
Turn right at the next light. This should be Center Street.
You will come to a three way stop
Turn Left
Turn left again on the third street on your left
Continue until you see the Church.
We'll be right inside.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I love you Doll!
On Sunday evening I received a phone call from a friend. She had to inform me that one of my best friends was in a car accident and passed away. Katie Renville and I met about three years ago. She was the Pianist for Grimm Tales, the first BYU production either of us had ever been in. I remember sitting at the read through and talking to her. She had such a warm and inviting smile. Little did I know that this person would become so much a part of my life. We automatically became buddies in the cast, trying to out do everyone in our strength and in our driving skills. We were the best "grimmies" ever.
Shelby Pinney, Katie, and I fell in this habit of going to the Malte Shoppe whenever one of us wanted a break from life. And Katie and I especially had our "Girls" moments of going there. It became our thing. And eventually, as it goes, that tradition died down to something we just spoke of and passed along as a "we need to go someday" sort of thing. And, every time I go even before now, I think of Katie and Shelby.
She was my friend, co-actress, stage manager, and peer. We acted in two student run projects together, Grimm Tales, and she was the stage manager for another play I had a part in. And she was always there with a smile, talking about her mo-ped, her latest idea for a makeup project, or whatever else came to mind. She added excitement to my life in so many ways. She taught me so much.
Today I sat in another touring van thinking of Katie. It just reminded me of her, of us, and how much fun we had just being crazy. Or how much mature we felt when we drove the Van and backed it up WITH THE TRAILER. We were only humble about the things we were supposed to be humble about. Backing up the van was NOT one of those things. And, she was always better at that than I (although I would never let in to that until now). Just sitting in the van today and watching the windshield wipers go back and forth was enough for me to smile and reflect on those first few months of becoming great friends.
Finally, I don't know where we picked it up, or how it started, but when we greeted each other it was always with our New Yorker accents "Debra Doll how are you?" and our parting was the same every time, "I love you, doll." And I always knew that she meant it. She really did love so many people. And she was capable of that love and that energy for SO many people.
(Sorry Laura if I copy your style but it seems appropriate) Katie I love you too. I hope you know that. You have made a tremendous impact on my life. Your imprint will forever linger in my heart. I will miss your laughter. I will miss your smile. I have so many memories and I will cherish them. I am glad that you were my friend and you let me return the favor. I don't understand why I was so blessed this semester to have you in two classes, and I don't even know how it happened, but we always managed to sit right next to each other EVERY day. I loved that. I missed you on monday. I sat there, in the seat you usually sat in, and this may be really weird, but I felt honored. I only wished for a moment that I could articulate like you could and then it could have been like you never left, but it wouldn't. It was only pretend. But that's okay right? Thank you, thank you, thank you! You've done so much for so many people. Thanks for what you did for me. Katie, Doll I will miss you, I love you, and you really were the best at backing up the van, actually it was that and so much else.
Shelby Pinney, Katie, and I fell in this habit of going to the Malte Shoppe whenever one of us wanted a break from life. And Katie and I especially had our "Girls" moments of going there. It became our thing. And eventually, as it goes, that tradition died down to something we just spoke of and passed along as a "we need to go someday" sort of thing. And, every time I go even before now, I think of Katie and Shelby.
She was my friend, co-actress, stage manager, and peer. We acted in two student run projects together, Grimm Tales, and she was the stage manager for another play I had a part in. And she was always there with a smile, talking about her mo-ped, her latest idea for a makeup project, or whatever else came to mind. She added excitement to my life in so many ways. She taught me so much.
Today I sat in another touring van thinking of Katie. It just reminded me of her, of us, and how much fun we had just being crazy. Or how much mature we felt when we drove the Van and backed it up WITH THE TRAILER. We were only humble about the things we were supposed to be humble about. Backing up the van was NOT one of those things. And, she was always better at that than I (although I would never let in to that until now). Just sitting in the van today and watching the windshield wipers go back and forth was enough for me to smile and reflect on those first few months of becoming great friends.
Finally, I don't know where we picked it up, or how it started, but when we greeted each other it was always with our New Yorker accents "Debra Doll how are you?" and our parting was the same every time, "I love you, doll." And I always knew that she meant it. She really did love so many people. And she was capable of that love and that energy for SO many people.
(Sorry Laura if I copy your style but it seems appropriate) Katie I love you too. I hope you know that. You have made a tremendous impact on my life. Your imprint will forever linger in my heart. I will miss your laughter. I will miss your smile. I have so many memories and I will cherish them. I am glad that you were my friend and you let me return the favor. I don't understand why I was so blessed this semester to have you in two classes, and I don't even know how it happened, but we always managed to sit right next to each other EVERY day. I loved that. I missed you on monday. I sat there, in the seat you usually sat in, and this may be really weird, but I felt honored. I only wished for a moment that I could articulate like you could and then it could have been like you never left, but it wouldn't. It was only pretend. But that's okay right? Thank you, thank you, thank you! You've done so much for so many people. Thanks for what you did for me. Katie, Doll I will miss you, I love you, and you really were the best at backing up the van, actually it was that and so much else.
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