Birthweek!

Okay. So, you are probably wondering, what the heck is a birthweek. But isn't it obvious? The the pre-celebration to the celebration of your birth. This is my philosophy, you wait 364 days for that one special day when everyone celebrates A day for you. Why not celebrate a whole week previous to the day? Twenty-four hours isn't enough time and besides, by time everyone remembers it was your birthday, it's over. This way you can remind everyone that your birthday is up-and-coming and you get the special privileges only given on your birthday all week. That is all.

On another note...

I recently went to a floral show is Twin Falls and wow, Idaho is awesome. It started very, very early for me (4:30 AM). Driving there was a treat and yes, we (Sarah and I) did sing the whole way and played a random game (which I will describe when explaining the drive home). *Special Note: We both had two energy drinks each, which only contributed to the greatness of the trip. Anyways, we arrived in Twin Falls around 8:30, just in time for registration check-in. Our first class was interesting was a good basics class, teaching us how to make a bridal bouquet using an Oasis holder. Next, we attended a class in which we learned about negative space and topiaries. This was my favorite class. The designer used tall, branchy, organic arrangements to display negative space and taught us how to make a stable topiary using branches and Oasis. I would have to say that it was the most stable topiary I have ever made. He was excellent! Our next class was a bomb. I mean bomb in a bad way. The instructor, was calling everything junk and crap. Okay, I don't care if you think the things used in arrangements are junk, but don't tell everyone. It devalues the arrangement and places a negative connotation on it. Also, we "learned" how to glue a corsage together, which fell apart on the way home. Useless. Overall, the conference was okay. Not as good as last years that is for sure, but it beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick I suppose. On the way home, we both participated in a game in which, the size of text in a sign, determined the volume at which it was read, out loud. Example, speed limit 60. *Imagine the size of the letters now in volume.

yes, it was very fun.

The end.