Monday, July 31, 2006

Letting Go.

Ok, so, according to "The Language of Letting Go", today I am to let go of the wants and desires it's taken me this long to identify. Why? Because when one such as I figures out those things that I want and have been denied for so long, the controlling survivor in me turns near obsessive with the frustration that comes with trying to attain a goal and failing. Yeah, fucking figure that one out.
So, whereas last week was "Honesty Week", this week is "Letting Go Week".
Enough of longing.
Enough of Desire.
Onwards towards Peace.

In other news... I caught the bouquet at Becky and Josh's Wedding.
Girls, it's not hard to do. Simple baseball really, and physics.
Protip: If there is a beam overhead, chances are the bouquet will hit it. It will then go straight down. Best to postion yourself behind the Bride and underneath said beam.
Otherwise, just know that more than likely, she's gonna throw it straight back with little followthrough. Just get behind her and off to one side a little. If she's right handed, chances are your best bet is to stand just to the left of her. And vice versa if she's left handed. Also, the best time to get it is just as it makes it's final descent. In otherwords, just yoink it out of the sky.

Yeah, I've caught a few of these things. I'm fiercely competitive. However, if one just lets the thing come to her, without all the shoving and crap, chances are, she'll catch it without any embarrassing elbows to eyes or wrestling matches with the flower-girl.

2 Comments:

Blogger Brad said...

My poor pudgy, older cousin was at another cousin's wedding... jees, about 15 years ago. She was hoping to catch it and be the next bride. My little sister (probably 6 at the time) caught it.

Pudgy cousin: still lookin' for a guy at almost 40. Little sister? Now 21 and happily married.

The only reasonable conclusion? That bouquet voodoo crap works.

10:13 AM  
Blogger LC Greenwood said...

yeeeeeah, um, I've caught 5.
Also, I've been beat twice by children and have had mothers come and apologize to me...as they didn't think it appropriate for their little ones to catch it given tradition/voodoo.
So, it woulda been 7.
I'm still single.

10:38 AM  

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