Just in case I dont get the chance to blog tomorrow (I feel busy approaching), I just wanted to share my excitement for my weekend events. First, The Steve and I will be driving up to Lynchburg for what I’ve dubbed Vroom Weekend. Its also Liberty’s homecoming, but I’m not too excited about that part (well, except for the funnel cake). Saturday night I’ll be rocking out to Vroom. Really, words cannot express how excited I am about this show. We’ll be staying with Nick & Kelli, and hanging out with them – always enjoyable.
After Vroom Weekend, I’ll be returning home to help host an Open House, showcasing my business and the businesses of my good friends, Marissa and Cindy. We’re all trying to build our home businesses and thought to pool our contacts together for a big party. I’m very excited about it. I dont know a (female) soul that wouldnt want to attend a party with Creative Memories, Pampered Chef and Southern Living at Home products. Even if you dont do all three, you’re bound to find one that suits your fancy, and hopefully some great Christmas gifts for friends and family.
Anyways, I have lots to do before my fun weekend can begin, so much so that I might have to call in sick tomorrow. *cough cough*
There comes a point in everyone’s life when you shift from wanting to be older, to wishing you were younger. While I thought nothing really came with turning 26 (which happened, like, 7 months ago), something did get packaged in the deal. Now, it makes me very happy when someone guesses my age as younger than I really am.
My ENTIRE life, I have always looked younger than my age. In my camp counselor days (the college years), I was often mistaken for a camper, and usually a junior high camper. I hated it. Hated it. Hated being carded, hated people thinking I was too young to be married, too young to whatever.
And then it happened, Monday night. I was having my eyebrows waxed by the lovely Russian Esthetician Angela at Bella Trio. She was scolding me for not taking better care of my skin, but in the midst of that scolding she said “your skin is so young, you must be only 22 years old” I didnt correct her. I didnt cringe and say “I’m 26.” I thought to myself: “She thinks I have the skin of a 22 year old? Wow. I wish I was still 22.”
It’s entirely possible this was all part of Esthetician Angela’s ploy to get me to spend $100 on a facial. Cause after she said that, all I could think about was how important it was to keep my skin looking 4 years younger. That way, when I’m 30, my skin will look like its 26.
Yep.
By Sabrina | September 27, 2005 | 10:37 am |
Comments »If I chat with you regularly online, you may be wondering where I am today. I know my mom was. Luckily I had enough sense to call her on my first break. She was getting worried.
I’m in a class today. I’m learning the fun inner workings of Adobe Acrobat. I know you’re jealous.
When I take these classes, I always look at the instructor and think “I could so do that…” and I would enjoy it too. I mean, I thought that with half my computer classes in college. I wonder how I could get into this… maybe I’ll have to ask.
Thats all for today. Back to learning.
So, I went to Target on Saturday, home of the kids sweater mentioned below. I spotted it, still on sale for $9.99. They had an extra large, so I pulled it off the hanger, right there in the middle of the kids section, and slipped it on. It fit. Not only did it fit, but it fit well! The sleeves were nice and long, and surprise surprise, I could even zip it up. Yay! I jumped up and down right there, and mothers looked at me like I was nutty. Yes, I’m a 26 year old, but I still fit in kids clothes, yay! Jump with me now. Oh, you cant fit in this sweater? Too bad.
I have to admit, this was a big test. I’ve been feeling, well, not so skinny lately, and this sweater was the ultimate test. Its good to know now, I’m the size of a chubby kid. I’ll take it. I’m not stupid enough to try and get on some XL pants, though. I know better.
I bought the sweater and I’m very happy with my purchase (and so cheap!). Yay!
In other news, you may be able to tell from the SabrinaCam, I dyed my hair. It didnt go as well as I had hoped, but thankfully its a wash out. The color is nice, and at certain angles I’m pleased with it. But some spots just didnt take, my hair has a silly aversion to red (which, ironically, is the color I covet the most). But, people at work seem to like it, either that or they’re just being kind (which I dont mind). The Steve helped me out with it, so there wasnt a big reveal. It went from, “oh wow, you’re hair is turning red” to “uh oh, I’m sorry” Heh. Oh well.
By Sabrina | September 23, 2005 | 09:28 am |
1 Comment »I want this sweater.
My only problem would be that its made for little girls. Rachel purchased a couple for The Girls to wear when they go up to Canada and take their matching outfits family photos. Dont worry, Curtis wont be wearing a pink and purple argyle cardigan. Though I might pay money to see that….
Not the point. The point is, I want that sweater. And I will go as far as to try on the extra large and pray it fits. But, if the sleeves arent long enough… I guess I’m out of luck.
