The Good, the Bad, and the Nervous Breakdowns
My day started out well enough, with me taking the opportunity to enter my very first Blogger Giveaway. A person I e-stalk, Loralee, is holding a contest to name a stuffed chicken, and I entered a fabulous name [Stalwart P.]. The person who enters the best name will get a $15 gift certificate to Amazon.com, and I was sure to win with such a rad name. Things were off to a winning start.
Then I went to work at my bad job which is always a test of my sanity. Bad. Then I got $50 in tips in under four hours. Good. Then I spent lots of money on scrapbooking supplies for my wedding album/guest book. Bad. Then I came home exhausted and tried calling every friend I had to come love me. They were all busy. Bad again. Then my mom and I had a joint nervous breakdown together over our broken dishwasher, worthless microwave, dead dog, summer heat, and the month of August as a whole. Uber bad. Then I decided that even though nobody had time for me, I would still go register for our wedding at Target. Good in theory. Then I got to Target and realised that, without a fiancee by one's side--or a big sister, or a maid of honour, or a best friend, or anyone--registering for one's wedding gifts is...lonely. I was lonely at my favourite place in the country. Bad. Then things took a turn for the better when I went to visit a dear friend from high school. Good. Then she told me how when I get married, I will endure the pain of sex, pregnancy, weight gain, labor, post-partum, child-rearing, empty-nest syndrome, and menopause, and then...I will die. Very bad indeed. {Enter nervous breakdown #2. } Top it all off with a day full of self-conscious nigglings about being uglier and fatter than one's fiancee's ex-girlfriends, and it makes for a generally bad day overall. I broke out in hives. So there you have it. The Good, the Bad, and the Nervous Breakdowns.
To all who care and have commented on the engagement photos, thank you!! It means a lot to me, really. I am interested in what people think, and I appreciate the feedback. Results of the photo poll will follow soon...
posted by Camille @ 11:45 PM
8 Comments:
Oh Camille! I am so so so sorry that I didn't give you proper attention yesterday... I wanted you to play monopoly, but you sounded like you were going to be swamped with wedding plans. I am a bad friend indeed and I apologize. I hope today proves to be a better day than yesterday. About the hives, have they left your poor little body?
an engaged and sad camille is a bad thing indeed....
and i can only imagine how hives work into the equation.
we will scrapbook and have a lovely time and all will be well again! dont you worry!!!
:)
Camille, you are still hillarious. Plus, when you are feeling down in the dumps about your looks, just remember that Karyn and Kathryn Papa thought that you could have(and still can) be a super model. Tall and very beautiful. (Yes, indeed, we did make this comment to ourselves while growing up in the ward with you.) Plus, check out all the spunk you have. I need a little more Camille spunk. I'll try better tomorrow. Good luck with the wedding. And you can only live in Canada for a little bit and then us Mesans need you back. Then in about 15 years you can be my girls' Laurel advisor with an attitude just like your mom was to me. See, it's the master plan...right?
I am terribly sorry (pronounced sore-eee) that I couldn't go register with you. I am the worst sister in the world. I will quite my Masters classes so that I can go register with you...
Um... hello-o?!?! I did not get a call. I did not get a text message.
I would have cared. IF you had called.
But did you call? No! No, you did not.
See? This is awesome timing. It's like I was destined to come to THIS post to say, "Hello! Great Blog! Adding you to my reader!".
(Because, ya know, having the originator of a "Name my freaking chicken" contest comment on your blog will obviously make your life worth living now!)
:)
After sufficiently guilting you for not including me on your "Call-In-Case-Of-Emergency-Loneliness-Or-Boredom" list, I have decided to forgive you for not calling... IF, and only if, you promise to call me the next time you're having an emotional crisis. =)
Goodness. This is so sad. What an aweful aweful day. I am sure your days will improve considering the horrid August is past us now. PS you could have called me as well, although I would have let you down. Work and school on Wednesdays makes any other fun virtually impossible.... :) Allison
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