Playing catch up.

I have been putting off writing this post because every time I felt the urge to write about my life, something else happened!  It has been an eventful month, full of ups and downs and this ways and that ways.  For instance:

1. My best friend from high school got married to her high school sweetheart. 
2. I got the worst haircut of all time.  
3. I had an emotional breakdown over it.
4. I was a bridesmaid.  
5. With a men's crew cut.
6. I - again - had an emotional breakdown over it.  
7. So did my Mother.
8. I got extensions.
9. No, I will not elaborate.
10. My brother graduated from college.  
11. The family (including myself) trekked up to northern New York to celebrate with him. 
12. I almost died while I was there. 
13. I went to the dentist.  This is a big deal.  
14. So did my Mother.  This is an even bigger deal.
15. Oh my goodness, I almost forgot:  I celebrated four years of sobriety. 

Instead of relaying every nook and cranny of the above fifteen points, I've decided that I will post photos that I've taken during these events.   We'll see if I can have enough self control to keep this post concise and to the point allowing the photos to speak for themselves (other than my captions).

{Christine looks at herself for the first time in her wedding dress on her wedding day}

{The watermelon bridesmaids before the ceremony}

{Yes, my friends, those bangs are in fact extensions.  They hurt.  Pain is beauty?} 

{Sisters with the soon-to-be graduate.  This was before we owned the dance floor.}

{Basically my only calm moment whilst staying at the lake house during brother's graduation weekend in NY.  There were cats there.  I'm severely allergic to cats.  I may or may not have contemplated jumping into the lake never to be seen again, but decided it was probably too cold.}

{A wonderfully poignant quote found in ELLE magazine while waiting for the dentist.}

{It's important that I give a little face time to my cup of coconut milk Capogiro.  I can't explain why.}

{To Thine Own Self Be True.  Four years of living proof.}