I have finished decorating my apartment for Christmas.
On Nov. 30th.
What is wrong with me? Nothing. I just figured since I had Friday off and all of Saturday to do it, I may as well do it. It's now Saturday night and I am at home with nothing to do for the first time in a few weeks and I kind of like it. I mean, part of me would love to be out with D and my friends having a few drinks and dancing. (but it's OK because I'm broke right now and I'm not hot enough to get all my drinks paid for by total strangers, LOL!) but it's nice to just be a bum and watch fun movies like "Elf" and "Annie".
Anyway, my tree is up, it's decorated and I'm not even OCD'ing about it. Yet. If I stare at it for too long, I may find something to change/add/move, etc. But yes, my entire apartment is done. Even the bathroom has Christmas towels hanging in it now. And to continue the Christmas theme to the weekend, I am going to my grandmother's house tomorrow with my sister to help her decorate. She can't do it all herself anymore, so this has been a tradition for us the last few years. It's fun though. MawMaw gossips a little and usually feeds us, so it's all good.
But now I'm off the lay on the couch some more and bask in the glow of my tree lights. Good night!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
LIFE: Where I think he likes me back
I think I was right. I don't want to say it too loud, as I don't wanna screw this up but...
I think D may really like me back.
I was told by a worthy source that there is interest on his part but until he finds a job and starts to feel better about himself, not much is going to happen but only because he feels like a loser. He's embarrassed. And I get that. Even though *I* don't care about his situation, meaning that I like him in spite of no job, *he* cares and that? Is a good sign I think. To me, it tells me he wants to be able to bring something to the table but right now he feels like he can't. Like I said, I get that. It actually makes me like him a little bit more. I just wish I could help him more.
But, in the meantime, I will hang back, be his friend and 2-step partner and quietly support him and let him know that I am here for him shall he need a friend to lean on or a cute girl to make out with :)
I think D may really like me back.
I was told by a worthy source that there is interest on his part but until he finds a job and starts to feel better about himself, not much is going to happen but only because he feels like a loser. He's embarrassed. And I get that. Even though *I* don't care about his situation, meaning that I like him in spite of no job, *he* cares and that? Is a good sign I think. To me, it tells me he wants to be able to bring something to the table but right now he feels like he can't. Like I said, I get that. It actually makes me like him a little bit more. I just wish I could help him more.
But, in the meantime, I will hang back, be his friend and 2-step partner and quietly support him and let him know that I am here for him shall he need a friend to lean on or a cute girl to make out with :)
Saturday, November 8, 2008
LIFE: Where I need a new left leg & foot
Srsly.
I have a heel spur and plantar fasciatis (sp?) in my left foot. The spur hurts like a mo-fo when I'm on my feet a lot. And I am. At work, drill team practice, on the weekends. Anyway, I deal. But the winner? I have a torn meniscus, or cartilage, in my left knee and a possible partial tear to my ACL (Anterior Crucial Ligament, how smart am I? You learn stuff working at a hospital).
Anyway, I need a left leg transplant. And while we're transplanting, can I get a new right one too? They might as well match. Also? Can they look like Angelina Jolie's or something? I mean, why not?
So yeah. I guess I really am old, fat and out of shape. But the former sort of athlete in me thinks it's sort of cool that I have a bona fide knee injury that will require surgery sooner than later. Sick I know.
On a brighter note...my drill team girls totally won their competition this morning. They did so good! There were a couple of big mistakes but luckily, our head director Barbie is such a choreography bad ass, the routine as a whole made up for the mess-ups. I am so proud of our little Minnie Mouses. We go to the City Competition in 2 weeks and have a really good shot at the city wide title. I will you posted.
Meantime, I am going to pass out. I've now been up for like, 17 or 18 hours and I am freaking WHIPPED!
Peace, holla!
I have a heel spur and plantar fasciatis (sp?) in my left foot. The spur hurts like a mo-fo when I'm on my feet a lot. And I am. At work, drill team practice, on the weekends. Anyway, I deal. But the winner? I have a torn meniscus, or cartilage, in my left knee and a possible partial tear to my ACL (Anterior Crucial Ligament, how smart am I? You learn stuff working at a hospital).
Anyway, I need a left leg transplant. And while we're transplanting, can I get a new right one too? They might as well match. Also? Can they look like Angelina Jolie's or something? I mean, why not?
So yeah. I guess I really am old, fat and out of shape. But the former sort of athlete in me thinks it's sort of cool that I have a bona fide knee injury that will require surgery sooner than later. Sick I know.
On a brighter note...my drill team girls totally won their competition this morning. They did so good! There were a couple of big mistakes but luckily, our head director Barbie is such a choreography bad ass, the routine as a whole made up for the mess-ups. I am so proud of our little Minnie Mouses. We go to the City Competition in 2 weeks and have a really good shot at the city wide title. I will you posted.
Meantime, I am going to pass out. I've now been up for like, 17 or 18 hours and I am freaking WHIPPED!
Peace, holla!
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