Power Hour (read earlier post) wasn't nearly as nice as I thought it would be. I prepared for it by lighting some key candles: a few visibility candles to light my immediate surroundings and the path to the kitchen (more specifically to the fridge) and a couple extra for ambiance. About 3 minutes into power hour I had to go to the bathroom. I had forgotten visibility candles in that one key place. So I peed by the light of a Mag Light flashlight. Then I snuggled into the couch with my book. Only to realize I had left my book light upstairs in my bedroom. Also where there were no visibility candles. So I took the trusty Mag Light up the stairs, shadows dancing on the walls, rain pattering on the windows, home alone, and grabbed the book light. I then raced back downstairs, dove under the covers on the couch and sat with my back against the wall like a scared 9 year old for the remainder of Power Hour. Apparently, at the ripe old age of 26, I am still scared of a combination of being home alone, rain storms and the dark. Super.
First and foremost, I need to post more often (I refuse to call it "blogging" because that makes me feel geeky). Every time to Log on here to write something, I forget where the link is to create a post. I just spent 3 minutes truing to find it tonight. Don't think that sounds like long? Stare at your clock for 180 seconds and then get back to me - it's a while.
But at any rate, now I have to rush. I randomly decided that I want to do that national Lights Out thing tonight where you turn off all lights and electronics from 8:30pm-9:30pm to make a statement about conserving energy and carbon footprints and all that jazz. I know I should be more into the real meaning behind the Lights Out thing, but really I'm more like a kid excited about a power outage. Except I think the whole thing might have been planned around the Eastern Time zone which would mean I missed it, so it's really now my own personal "power outage" movement. Oh well. I'm going to light candles, grab a beer and a good book. And my book light (it's battery operated) - don't want to strain my eyes! I can't atually go so far as to unplug the electronics as I have a cheesy Lifetime movie recording right now. Shutting everything off for the hour will have to suffice.
I'm getting ready for Tiffany's wedding and I'm slowly growing more and more nervous. Not for the actual wedding, which I think will be wonderful. Or the reception itself. I'm actually scared of the speech part. As MOH (maid of honor) I will be speaking in front of roughly 320 people that night. Those who know me know that I love public speaking. But I'm much more comfortable when I'm giving a speech on a topic of fact; something I've researched and condensed into a three-minute presentation. Preparing something with no more than my thoughts and feelings in front of that size crowd is starting to terrify me. What if I accidentally get bombed on the party bus? No one likes a slurring public speaker. And many times I find stupid things, or inside jokes, insanely funny. What if I put too much of that stuff in there thinking it will be entertaining, and no one else enjoys it? I'm getting some serious nerves here... I guess it's time I just sit down and write the darned thing...
I keep buying Pfeff (my rabbit) little treats and toys, all of which she completely ignores. I know I should just quit buying them, but it's like an addiction now. I think a part of me is getting into the challenge of it - trying to find something she'll actually like. So far she hasn't given a second glance at the chew toy (either of them), salt lick or snack log I've gotten her. I'm starting to feel like the kid who brought the shitty gift to the birthday party. You know the one I'm talking about. And for the record, I was not that kid. Well, except for 4th grade. But in my defense, I picked out the crappy gift on purpose because I was jealous Betsy Guye needed a bra before I did. You can't help young, hormonal impulse decisions like that. And I still stick by that decision - she should have taped those suckers down so she could keep pace with the rest of us (and she would have gotten a better birthday present, too).
