Classy Gal

I woke up today and decided to drink my Diet Vanilla Pepsi in a wine glass. I don't know why I did it - I suppose I just wanted to feel classy.

The other weekend I worked on my car with Tim while drinking beer and eating pizza. I was told later I was being a classy girl. I don't know about that definition . However, this past weekend I found out that I did indeed like the taste of Syrah.

I went to a wedding this weekend in Fort Wayne. I didn't know a soul besides Rob, but it was fun anyway. The day was full of adventures and stories such as me dropping lipstick all over my dress in the car, the bride fainting in the middle of the ceremony, cell phones going off, babies wailing during the vows, and the reception taking place in an old barn. I definitely will not be modeling my wedding after this one, but I do agree with Rob when he said he enjoyed the wedding with all its imperfections.

I watched "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" yesterday. I enjoyed the movie. I guess there's just something about a person who was handed the short end of the stick in life and who has to fight to stand on his or her own two feet that really makes me envious of their strength. In so many ways I've just been blessed with so much that I feel spoiled. There's something appealing about the lives of those who have to start with nothing - they have to find a a new community, work odd jobs to afford the essentials, and let go of all the frivolous things in life to embrace what really matters. I just feel like there is so much fluff in my life and I wish I can winnow it down to the things that truly matter.