Trying to find at least one postive a day...a day, one a day, just one thing a day...start with one, maybe they'll multiply like rabbits or like fungus or Old Navy 1-use tshirts that I keep, (keep!) buying.
Friday, July 29th...Starbucks drive-thru, you outdid yourself today. My Skinny Vanilla Latte was excellent! EXCELLENT this morning...I swallowed it along with the extra 4 hours tacked on to the end of my shift that were waiting for me at 0600 hours early on this Friday. Bring it on 14 hour day, my SKVL said so!
Thursday, July 28th...slept for 15 hours, didn't feel so +, but after I got up, I made dinner (yes cooking for 1), and even thought it took me twice as long as it should have, I managed to get everything on my to-do list done even though I had to go to 3 different red boxes to find one that was working and I had to go back to the post office with the addresses I forgot in the first place. Mmm...taco salad for dinner. Yes, I'll take it.
Wednesday, July 27th...my baby came back after it's 5 month journey across the US. He came back mostly unscathed, kind of banged up, a little battered, a few more battle scars, but he's back. (also, there was a package from oldnavy.com on my porch, but we will gloss over that one...)
Tuesday, July 26th...put a few extra last minute things in the huge bag of clothes to go for the curbside donation. I got rid of an entire garbage bag full of clothes that just needed to go! Yeah, ok, so it was at least 1/2 full of Old Navy t-shirts, but at least they went out before more came in. I'm one less bag to becoming and old maid that is found dead under a heap of clothes half eaten by her rescue cat. Old clothes = 0, Me = 1.
Monday, July 25th...nothing significant to report, but also...nothing terrible to report. I slept in. That's always a +. :)
Sunday, July 24th...Sundays are meant for BBQS and overeating. Minus smell-a-blogging, this simply must be a photo blog.
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The adventures and confessions of a single girl, travel junkie, shopaholic, amateur photographer, prodigal scrapbooker, social drinker, public servant, sister, daughter, friend, klutz, and nap time professional who keeps looking for the hidden meaning in it all. These are the scenes from my life.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
feels like home
it rained buckets...then it cleared up
my hair stuck to my back in the humidty...i just pulled it up
the bugs loved me...i put on off
i wandered around a beautiful mess of a cemetary and could have stayed for hours
sat at the bar at Paula Deens, party of one, and talked to my dinner mates about travels far and wide
wandered down the sreeet close to midnight and found a new love in coconut gellato
it was Savannah and I loved it
as all things South, I suspected I would
there's a part of me that I think must have lived there in another life
it doesn't feel like a foreign place
it feels like home
my hair stuck to my back in the humidty...i just pulled it up
the bugs loved me...i put on off
i wandered around a beautiful mess of a cemetary and could have stayed for hours
sat at the bar at Paula Deens, party of one, and talked to my dinner mates about travels far and wide
wandered down the sreeet close to midnight and found a new love in coconut gellato
it was Savannah and I loved it
as all things South, I suspected I would
there's a part of me that I think must have lived there in another life
it doesn't feel like a foreign place
it feels like home
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
5 for 5
I just read this article and I scored a big humdinger for all five of them.
Once upon a time, I used to write about dreams, bucket lists, favorites, hopes...I don't write about anything anymore.
I used to count my blessings by the number of good friends that I had...after this year and all the stress in life and all the reality of how people really, truly are, I don't have enough to count on one hand.
Up isn't up, down isn't down, nothing makes that much sense anymore.
I can actually pinpoint the rare moments that I've been happy recently...down to the location, the time of day, and the length of feeling happy and content before it gets washed away.
I've watched small tears turn into big cracks...once full of balance and juggling so many things, events, responsibilities, I just don't care anymore (but I do, a little).
Typically socialble, I find myself spending mroe and more time alone and isolated and planning more trips alone.
I need a new start. I really brand new start, but I don't know how to get there.
Like my co-worker just said..."I need to win the lottery, but I guess I have to start playing it first."
Once upon a time, I used to write about dreams, bucket lists, favorites, hopes...I don't write about anything anymore.
I used to count my blessings by the number of good friends that I had...after this year and all the stress in life and all the reality of how people really, truly are, I don't have enough to count on one hand.
Up isn't up, down isn't down, nothing makes that much sense anymore.
I can actually pinpoint the rare moments that I've been happy recently...down to the location, the time of day, and the length of feeling happy and content before it gets washed away.
I've watched small tears turn into big cracks...once full of balance and juggling so many things, events, responsibilities, I just don't care anymore (but I do, a little).
Typically socialble, I find myself spending mroe and more time alone and isolated and planning more trips alone.
I need a new start. I really brand new start, but I don't know how to get there.
Like my co-worker just said..."I need to win the lottery, but I guess I have to start playing it first."
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