I'd like to book a wedding dress fitting please...

Maybe I'm crazy, but I really want to go to a bridal dress shop and try on some dresses.
Perhap this was inspired by Friends - The One With All The Wedding Dresses?
I just think they're so greatt and it's not that madd cos trying on clothes in general is fun. This is just a more specific type of clothing.

It could also be that I secretly am going crazy...

What do I think is crazy however, is my 10 year plan.

In 2-3 years, I should find my true love.
In 4-5 years, the wedding, we will have our first child. And I'll have attained my degree.
In 5-6 years, pregnancy will roll around again, twins this time.
In 7-8 years, another one on the way. But, I will have a steady high-flying job; they will be very understanding about my maternity leave needs and they will welcome me back with open arms.
In 9-10 years, I'll be done with having kids and have reached the top of the career ladder in my field. By this time, I will have made another 10 year plan which will probably involve music or poetry or travelling. Mmm.

Woah. Freaked myself out there a lil bit. Ha.

Honestly though, I think my slightly distorted view of the possibility of marrying young and parenting young comes from my parents.
Mama was wed on her 20th birthday, my dad was 24 and that was that. So to my mind, it just makes sense you know. I think I'll be bitterly disappointed if my life doesn't veer down that path. But I suppose I'll have to suck it up and take it like a mannn.

Just heard something awful.
We have some family friends who live in Malta; they came over and stayed with us about four years ago. Really lovely family. 2 girls and a boy. Funtimes. I remember the younger girl got stung by a bee and it was the first time I think I'd ever seen someone in such excruciating pain. It was not the one. I hope I never get stung by a bee.
Anyway, my ma just told me that the boy, who is now 16, died late last year. Shocked, I asked her if he was ill. She said no, he was playing with his sister on their roof, it caved in and he died.
The sister was gonna get married in a few months. Strangely linked to my earlier ramblings. Eesh, how upsetting.
RIP.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.