Ok. Ok. One of us is way older than three. That's me. Try, seven times as old. And for the other one? That whole ten days thing is kind of an estimate... see Bonnie's a shelter dog, and even though she was just a little puppy when I got her, the shelter workers didn't know just when she was born. They estimated her birthday to be somewhere in late October- early November. So- what better day to celebrate Bonnie's birthday than Halloween. I'll put up a picture of her as a puppy- you'll understand why. She was so lanky from far away she looked like a giant spider. So, October 31st it is. I can't even explain how much I love this dog. She's my family. She's my best friend. Sometimes, she's the only thing that feel certain in my life. I can always count on my Bonnie to be there for me. I mean, honestly, Bonnie is my number one. See, I'm a huge dog lover. Heck, I freakin' took my dog to college with me! One day I want it to be me, a husband, and a ton of kids dogs. Bonnie loves other dogs, so I'm pretty sure she's on board with this plan. I don't know how she feels about the horses part of the plan, but if she's really part border collie, like the shelter said, then she'll totally be into the farm in sheep. Once again, reference James Herriot rant. Anyway, for the next ten days, expect a lot of Bonnie. Ttyl -E
So I've been wearing/ using a lot more pink lately. I know. Pink. GASP! I don't know if it's managed to escape your notice or not, but I'm kind of a tomboy... True life. I'm playing with pink a little. I've discovered that it's actually a really flattering color on me. Well, light pink is. Not hot pink. Very light baby pink really works well for me. Redhead problems? Or redhead not problems? So I'm very cautious with pink. One thing I'm really loving is pink and grey as a color combo (reference fair isle sweater). I would so wear this outfit. I wish I had a secret admirer to send me bow jewelry. Just kidding. That would be weird. More weird than me wanting a secret admirer to send me a horse? Oh I can't explain my behavior at all. (Ok, but seriously, I'd love a horse.) Reference the James Herriot rant.
Other than my first aid kit, I've got my bow number (one of them, I gave the fancy one to one of the seniors in my boat and took the paper one) The t-shirt was free from the guy we sell t-shirts for as our spring break fundraiser because the Row for Boston Campaign is over, and the leash was 8 dollars. It's so everyone will know my puppy is a crew puppy. I don't wanna talk about the race right now. Not that it was soooo awful. I'm just really tired. goodnight, -E
Did we start a support group? Yes. We used to have weekly "coxswain meetings" with the coaches. Then we realized, we can never really ask what we want to or say what we want to. So we started our own coxswain meetings. Coxswains only I read somewhere (rowingcox.com) that on a lot of teams coxswains don't get along Although I'm used to being the only coxswain , so far no problems. Our new coxswains are pretty much my favorite people ever. It's a relief to finally have teammates who know what you're talking about. I'm not crazy after all!!! This is just a short post- HEADOFTHECHARLESHEADOFTHECHARLESHEADOFTHECHARLES!!!! I'm racing tomorrow at 4:15 coxing the women's collegiate 4+. I'm so excited and so nervous. In honor of the biggest thing to happen all year (yeah, that's right ECACs, I'm giving that honor to HOCR, not you!!!) I just wanted to spread the COXSWAIN LOVE!!!!!! -Emme http://bcove.me/vo5eplt3
ps: some people in this video should be familiar to you... it's timelapse, though, so you gotta look quick.
Sunday 13 October 2013
So... I have a problem. I'm 21 years old and I jump in puddles. Good thing I have these boots. Well they were my mom's. I'm pretty sure they're older than I am. I think my mom's had them since the '70s.
I know I've said it before, and I'll say it another 9million times. I LOVE fall! It is the most perfect beautiful time ever. Especially in New England.
Am I right?
Ignore the weird construction going on, just look up at the sky! It's never that bright blue in Pittsburgh! Anyway, here's the top ten things I am loving right now grateful for right now! Gratitude's good for you, ladies and gents. Or so I've heard. 1: Tresemme keratin smooth I was at CVS with a friend who recommended this- I was a little suspicious because we have two totally different hair types but it's great! It leaves my hair so soft and perfect. Well... ok, my hair is never perfect, but it's nice and soft and not frizzy.
2: This chick
Saw this as nail inspiration in InStyle Beauty Edition. Black nails with applique pearls? Sign me up!
3: Student Government: I know the meetings are kind of long-winded, but since I'm there for a group that I'm really into (amnesty int'l, rather than the history liason fiasco) I'm pretty into it
It's also a really good way to find out what's going on at school
4: Hot water! Enough said. I love hot showers
5: #abstoberfest!
check it out on Blogilates.com or the youtube channel for blogilates
6, 7 and, 8: While we're on the subject of Blogilates, these chicks rule the internet!-
9: Speaking of chicks who rule, Meg and Dia are this amazing folksy- indie band of two sisters. I discovered them when I bought their c.d for about two cents in high school (ok, yes, I was in highschool after the era of cds, I was just the only kid who never had an iPod)
They have a good mix of upbeat songs and chill songs.
also, loving this dubstep remix
10: And last, but certainly not least, I am loving my new teammates. And by teammates, I mean new coxswains. I love not being a lone coxswain anymore! We're going to institute coxswain workout groups, which I'm sure will do a great job of putting the fun in dysfunctional
But actually. I'm fantastic at giving advice. It's just one of my skills. I'm a good listener too. And I'm a great secret keeper. Tell me something you don't want anyone else to know, and it'll go to the grave. But I suck at taking my own advice. And I suck at asking for help. And I suck about talking things out. Which is probably why I never ask for help. Even when I need to. Even now. I feel like I'm just barely keeping my head above the water here. It's not that I'm overwhelmed with school, and it's not anxiety. It's just grief. I can't get over losing my friend. I can't move on. And from a practical point of view, I need to manage it before I go from mini-breakdowns at the end of the day when I get back to my room to full blown breakdowns. I need to suck it up. Truth: It's been eight months. I still cry almost everyday. I can't stop worrying that I'll lose someone else. The thought just pops up at the most random times. I feel guilty when I relax and let my guard down- if life can be this random, who knows if I'm not wasting my last day on earth? Truth: Inside of me, it's kind of a mess. TTYL -E
