In June of 2002 I walked down the isle with my step father on one side of me and my biological father on the other side of me. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. I had my hair done in a waterfall wedding style, my nails neatly manicured, my veil steamed to wrinkle free, and my dress a gorgeous candlelight color with beaded embesaling around the neck line and the six foot train. Saint Mathews church in Hampden was completely packed that day. We had over two hundred guests plus the parisioners that came for mass that afternoon. My bridesmaids were dressed in a periwinkle blue, spegetti strap, and toe length dresws. The girls were Rosalind, Rose, Rachel, and Chas. Christina was suppose to be the fifth girl but was missing in action that day. My flower girl had on a tiny dress that looked just like mine and had a bit a periwinkle blue at the bottom to match the bridesmaids. The men wore black tuxedos with penguin tails and a periwinkle blue vest and tie. But the cutest thing ever was my four year old son in the tux made to look exactly like his father. It really was the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended for three reasons, the flowers, the people, and the party.
The flowers were all white Lillys that made the room smell like a huge flower garden. The men wore small lilly petals and the women carried one white lilly. The bride had a bouquet of white and blue died lillys. They were beautiful. The center pieces on all the tables were also lillys that hung over baskets and held a teddy bear in the center. The cake topper was also white lillys surrounding a bride and groom teddy bear. The people at the wedding were from all walks of life. On the brides side was the lower class people that took up a little over half of the room. They were seated around the right side of the room but close to the dance floor. The grooms family or the upper class guests were seated around the left side of the room, but were mostly gathered at the open bar. The party started and the DJ played the first dance for the husband and wife. Then came the father daughter dance and the bride first danced with her step-father to a song named "The Dad H Didnt Have To Be", and the song said it all. The step-father cried so hard that his face was beat red. The bride also cried and showed how much she loved and appreciated her step-father with a huge hug at the end of the dance. The mother son dance was very boring after that. Then cam the bouquet and garter. The single women formed a small circle facing in, the men formed a circle around the outside of the women facing out. The garter was given to one man and the bouquet was given to one woman. The music started and the men and women started passing the garter and bouquet around their circles. The music stopped and whoever got stuck with the garter had to place it on the leg of the woman that got the bouquet. It was a great new way to savor a wedding tradition. The party kept on going and at almost ten-thirty at night one of the brides best friends requested the DJ play "It's Raining Men" and the crowd went wild. The Four Points Sheratan at teh Bangor airport never knew what hit them. The party ended in the ball room but continued in the hotel rooms. After three in the morning a large group of guest and the bride and groom went to Dysarts for breakfast and sobering up. The next day the bride and groom left for their honeymoon, but would never forget the night of their lives.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Theme week four
I go into my interview for my Surgical Tech program at Eastern Maine Community College so nervous that my stomach strts to cramp up. I enter the room and sit at teh far end of the table. I am introduced to two woman who I can no longer remmber the names of. I am asked so many questions that I felt like I was applying for a job instead of a program of study. I did not expect nor was I ready for what i was getting myself into. The woman strted asking questions about my medical background and my future plans as a surgical technologist. I answered the questions and then said my goodbyes hoping that I would be accepted.
I go in to wait for my interview for my Surgical Tech program at Eastern Maine Community College so nervous that my stomach strts to cramp up. I start to wonder if I am going to have to run to the bathroom with nervous gas or even get the poops before I am even called into the room. I enter the room and sit at the far end of the table. The table is long and rectangular. I am introduced to two women whose names were Barbara and Katie. I am asked so many questions that I felt like I was applying for a job instead of a program of study. One of the questions was, "what is the hardest decision you have ever had to make?" I said it was having a child at the age of ninetten while I was still in highschool. One of the woman kind of made a hmmm sound and kept looking at her paper. The other woman seemed to be writing down every word I said. I did not expect nor was I ready for what i was getting myself into. I think I expected to get into the program with no problem, due to my medical history and my pure commitment to the medical feild. The women started asking questions about my medical background and my future plans as a surgical technologist. I told them about being in the Army for eight years as a medical specialist and how much I loved every minute of it. I told them how I had been a CNA and an EMT for six years and really enjoyed taking care of people. I told them that I am a team player and yet can also succeed as a team of one. I also told them that I am a fast learner and learning new things allows me to gain the confidance I need in the medical field. I left the interview feeling rather good about how things went. When I said my prayers that night I prayed to God that if it is his will, I would get into the program. A few weeks later I recieved that dredded letter in the mail telling me that I was not accepted. I would be lying if I said I did not want to hurt the person whoo made that decision, but instead I will keep my head up and just keep trying.
I go in to wait for my interview for my Surgical Tech program at Eastern Maine Community College so nervous that my stomach strts to cramp up. I start to wonder if I am going to have to run to the bathroom with nervous gas or even get the poops before I am even called into the room. I enter the room and sit at the far end of the table. The table is long and rectangular. I am introduced to two women whose names were Barbara and Katie. I am asked so many questions that I felt like I was applying for a job instead of a program of study. One of the questions was, "what is the hardest decision you have ever had to make?" I said it was having a child at the age of ninetten while I was still in highschool. One of the woman kind of made a hmmm sound and kept looking at her paper. The other woman seemed to be writing down every word I said. I did not expect nor was I ready for what i was getting myself into. I think I expected to get into the program with no problem, due to my medical history and my pure commitment to the medical feild. The women started asking questions about my medical background and my future plans as a surgical technologist. I told them about being in the Army for eight years as a medical specialist and how much I loved every minute of it. I told them how I had been a CNA and an EMT for six years and really enjoyed taking care of people. I told them that I am a team player and yet can also succeed as a team of one. I also told them that I am a fast learner and learning new things allows me to gain the confidance I need in the medical field. I left the interview feeling rather good about how things went. When I said my prayers that night I prayed to God that if it is his will, I would get into the program. A few weeks later I recieved that dredded letter in the mail telling me that I was not accepted. I would be lying if I said I did not want to hurt the person whoo made that decision, but instead I will keep my head up and just keep trying.
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