Showing posts with label things i share with people i love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things i share with people i love. Show all posts

Friday, May 14, 2010

Friday I'm In Love

(Photo credit: M.I.L.K.)

It's here, the weekend is here!

I, for one, am about to embark on an adventure known as a Women of Westside retreat! That's right, a fun weekend spent with amazing women who encourage me and push me to greatness! Did I mention that I got the chance to write the skits for this year AND I get to ham it up on the drama team?? My 7th grade Theater Arts teacher would be so proud!

So yeah, I'm embarking on a wonderful weekend away (okay okay, so maybe it's only 2 days long, throw me a bone!) and I'm not going to be online much. I'm going to try to spend as much time just being surrounded by these inspiring women as I can. I'll probably still tweet (which will update my Facebook as well) sporadically, but I won't be checking comments and surfing the web until I get home or unless one of the other girls wants to show me something online. Other than that, none of the interweebz for me! Just a whole lot of fun and refreshing!

Then, on Saturday, after the retreat is over, I'm going to do something new and fun to celebrate one of my friends. My friend Heather is having her bachelorette party Saturday night and we are going to be attending Belly Dancing lessons as part of the party! Crazy, eh? I'll try not to break anything or get too outta control with my ever-loving latin hips. ;p

And after the belly dancing has commenced, we're going to go to Sea-Tac for Karaoke!!! Guys, do you know how much i LOVE Karaoke??? Do you need a reminder??



No really, I'm a SUCKER for Karaoke!

This weekend is gonna be
SO FREAKIN' AMAZING!!!!! :D

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Over My Head

Hey friends! I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here before, but I guess now is as good a time as any. A while back, I bought an electric guitar off of Craigslist from a creepy old woman named Shecky, who had one wooden leg and a police record a mile long. But no worries, she assured me that the serial number wasn't a necessary part of the instrument's ability to play sound.*



So I brought it home and have been practicing and learning new stuff. I took a songwriting class when I was in high school, and was able to learn basic chords on a bass guitar. Needless to say, this goes a bit outside of the norm for me—it's been a while since I picked up a guitar. But I felt the desire to have one so I could work on adding sound to my writing.



* Totally kidding about that whole situation. She was quite the opposite.