incase you missed the fashion show...here's a video someone did up of the evening!
http://vimeo.com/28380085
Cystic Fibrosis: Fashion Fundraiser from Different Levels on Vimeo.
How awesome were these videographers? amazing. Check out "Different Levels" the amazing guys behind this video, on facebook by clicking here
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
3 days
it's 3 days before the fashion show...and i'm feeling a whole swell of emotions. I am so so so proud, amazed...in complete awe of the Lady Team. This group of girls is out of this world.
This year is so different. This year i'm just one of the girls on the committee. I go to meetings, I carry out the jobs, I have dinner dates with Kim (the director and power house woman of the hour) and discuss everything down from what shoes the models should wear, to what the stage should look like this year....I'm just 'normal' this year.
So it has not really hit me.... until this week, even until this morning, when I really sat down to write a little speech, that...last year...everything was so different. I was the sick girl, toting around oxygen to meetings. I was the one desperatly trying to breathe, trying to get through the day. I was trying not to let the pager attached to my hip consume all my thoughts, willing and praying for it to go off, so that all this awfulness that I was living could finally stop and I might be able to breathe.
Was that really me? Was I really that girl?
I'm not the sick girl toting around oxygen anymore. This year. I've put all that behind me...i'm no longer that girl who I was 14 months ago, in more ways then just two. Today it all came flooding back. All the struggles, the heart ache, the pain, the suffering...the hell of it all.
It's not fun to remember, when life seems so normal now. When life seems so great now.
....better get back to finishing up my Hattitude booth for the show, and this speech. See everyone Thursday at the fashion show Thursday August 25th, at the royal ambassador. Check us out. www.cfforcf.com -tickets still available. Because of infection control issues, we're asking no other CF'ers attend the event. Sorry and Thanks! See ya on the flipside
also i've noticed me walking on my tip toes ALL the time, dancing, brushing my teeth, cleaning up my apartment...because13 months ago...I couldn't walk on my tip toes. Even 6 months ago I was still too weak to walk on my tip toes. it feels good to walk on my tippy toes.
This year is so different. This year i'm just one of the girls on the committee. I go to meetings, I carry out the jobs, I have dinner dates with Kim (the director and power house woman of the hour) and discuss everything down from what shoes the models should wear, to what the stage should look like this year....I'm just 'normal' this year.
So it has not really hit me.... until this week, even until this morning, when I really sat down to write a little speech, that...last year...everything was so different. I was the sick girl, toting around oxygen to meetings. I was the one desperatly trying to breathe, trying to get through the day. I was trying not to let the pager attached to my hip consume all my thoughts, willing and praying for it to go off, so that all this awfulness that I was living could finally stop and I might be able to breathe.
Was that really me? Was I really that girl?
I'm not the sick girl toting around oxygen anymore. This year. I've put all that behind me...i'm no longer that girl who I was 14 months ago, in more ways then just two. Today it all came flooding back. All the struggles, the heart ache, the pain, the suffering...the hell of it all.
It's not fun to remember, when life seems so normal now. When life seems so great now.
....better get back to finishing up my Hattitude booth for the show, and this speech. See everyone Thursday at the fashion show Thursday August 25th, at the royal ambassador. Check us out. www.cfforcf.com -tickets still available. Because of infection control issues, we're asking no other CF'ers attend the event. Sorry and Thanks! See ya on the flipside
also i've noticed me walking on my tip toes ALL the time, dancing, brushing my teeth, cleaning up my apartment...because13 months ago...I couldn't walk on my tip toes. Even 6 months ago I was still too weak to walk on my tip toes. it feels good to walk on my tippy toes.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
it's a celebration
BOOM...FINITO. I finished my 4th and final round of chemotherapy on tuesday morning at 11 30 am. hallelujah! I can confidently say, it was a walk in the park. Besides being annoying, time consuming etc...Chemotherapy (at least this light kind) is not so bad...(weird? strange? that I can write that...besides the fact that there is poison coursing through my veins right now?) I felt no nauseousness, and only was tired from the pre drugs they gave me for any reactions, but still managed to go out to a little pub with my cousins for one of my cousins birthday.
I'm currently sitting at the cottage now, the sun is shining, and I'm waiting for my cousin to wake up to eat breakfast...oy she sleeps late.
Sometimes fate has been throwing me odd things lately! Strange things have been happening with me, with coincidences and people....I'm taking it as a good sign, that there is a plan? Somewhere, something or someone clearly has a plan...for all this crazyness that seems to happen to me. Everything happens for a reason? I'll believe it.
I went bike riding last weekend at the cottage. Never have I ever appreciated every single pedal, every single swooping and turn of the bike. Feeling the wind blowing past me, and being able to still talk, and push and ride and zoom...I can't quite tell you how much I appreciate it. Sometimes it just fills me up and is so overwhelming thinking about just how disabled I was a year ago.
Last weekend, the bolton braves baseball team wound up on my beach, coupled with other cottage friends...made for one heck of a beach party.
My favourite part? Throwing the frisbee, and running, diving, catching it on the beach. When will I stop noticing what everyone else just does on a normal basis? I'm not sure if I ever will.
I'm getting nervous about my speech for the fashion show www.cfforcf.com...20 days left. Sitting down and writing an out line is a must for this weekend. Have you bought your tickets yet? (due to infection control, no other CFs are asked to attend the event) If you haven't you can get them from any of the Lady Team ladies, or online, or from the Bolton and Orangeville scotia banks!
Today is thursday which means it's flea market day at the cottage. Can you believe I have not been ALL summer long? If you know me, you could almost say that was sac religious!
This weekend thunder showers at the cottage? No thanks. I hope it's just a false...I need to set up the hammock still and finish the second Millennium trilogy book.
Well so if you do not hear from me for awhile...it's because I've been recruited for an ultimate frisbee team and am now on the front cover of some sports magazine hamming it up with the other athletes. ha but really I'm probably just running around, in amazement and wonderment getting ready for the fashion show, on this crazy high, that I have this energy and breathing ability to be doing everything I ever could never dream of before...
I'm currently sitting at the cottage now, the sun is shining, and I'm waiting for my cousin to wake up to eat breakfast...oy she sleeps late.
Sometimes fate has been throwing me odd things lately! Strange things have been happening with me, with coincidences and people....I'm taking it as a good sign, that there is a plan? Somewhere, something or someone clearly has a plan...for all this crazyness that seems to happen to me. Everything happens for a reason? I'll believe it.
I went bike riding last weekend at the cottage. Never have I ever appreciated every single pedal, every single swooping and turn of the bike. Feeling the wind blowing past me, and being able to still talk, and push and ride and zoom...I can't quite tell you how much I appreciate it. Sometimes it just fills me up and is so overwhelming thinking about just how disabled I was a year ago.
Last weekend, the bolton braves baseball team wound up on my beach, coupled with other cottage friends...made for one heck of a beach party.
My favourite part? Throwing the frisbee, and running, diving, catching it on the beach. When will I stop noticing what everyone else just does on a normal basis? I'm not sure if I ever will.
I'm getting nervous about my speech for the fashion show www.cfforcf.com...20 days left. Sitting down and writing an out line is a must for this weekend. Have you bought your tickets yet? (due to infection control, no other CFs are asked to attend the event) If you haven't you can get them from any of the Lady Team ladies, or online, or from the Bolton and Orangeville scotia banks!
Today is thursday which means it's flea market day at the cottage. Can you believe I have not been ALL summer long? If you know me, you could almost say that was sac religious!
This weekend thunder showers at the cottage? No thanks. I hope it's just a false...I need to set up the hammock still and finish the second Millennium trilogy book.
Well so if you do not hear from me for awhile...it's because I've been recruited for an ultimate frisbee team and am now on the front cover of some sports magazine hamming it up with the other athletes. ha but really I'm probably just running around, in amazement and wonderment getting ready for the fashion show, on this crazy high, that I have this energy and breathing ability to be doing everything I ever could never dream of before...
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| beach party |
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| buds |
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| elite athletes |
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| goofs |
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| winning |
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| they came in boats |
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| beach balls. a must. on the beach |
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| niamh! |
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| loves. |
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| swins. |
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| beauty. |
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| sunsets. |
Monday, August 1, 2011
hillside music festival
"i saw horses from my window, they were watching all the cars go, they don't care that i am broken, close my eyes and run beside them" - Dala
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| me and ginn |
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| kim, dixon, and me at the island stage |
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| the main stage |
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| nicole and I |
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| HILLSIDE |
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| friends |
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