My new brilliant thought. No man is a romance novel. I used to read a romance novel almost every night. I would dream of the day I met my future husband. He would bring me flowers all the time. He would cook romantic candlelit dinners. Give me back and foot rubs whenever I had a hard day at work. He would hold my face and give me that great Rom-Com movie kiss. Wow. Wow oh wow oh wow. I was a silly goose. I can no longer read those books. I have discovered the actual meaning of romance. It isn’t useless flowers that die after a couple days, or candlelit…
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I Like You.
I like you. Those three little words can put a smile on anyone’s face. Just reading those words makes me smile. It takes very little time. It could change someone’s entire life. I have been reading random books lately and I came upon the story of Joe Girard, the top salesman in the world. He is the only salesman to be inducted into the Automotive Hall of Fame for selling 13,001 new cars and trucks in 15 years. His secret, he sent out a card every month to his 13,000 customers that simply said “I like you.” If it was during a holiday month, it might say Happy Thanksgiving but…
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It’s Been A While.
Well, it has been a while since I have posted on here. I am currently watching Season 1, Episode 1 of Friends. Again. I feel incredibly stressed, even though I know I really have nothing to be that stressed about. My job stresses me out, my ‘lady business’ is stressing me out, I just feel stressed. People tell me to just relax. Seriously. Have you ever tried to ‘just relax’?? I feel like that’s the same as telling someone who has a broken leg to just slap a band-aid on it. Hopefully I will come up with something a little better to talk about over the weekend.
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Stop the Glorification of Busy.
I saw this quote on Pinterest tonight. “Stop the glorification of busy.” I adore it. I feel like I am so busy, all the time. Someone asks me to do something, “I’m sorry. I’m busy that night.” What am I busy doing? Probably the dishes, or laundry, exercising, or even painting my nails. I am rarely ever actually that busy. Before I met J, I worked somewhere between 2 to 5 jobs. I was working all the time, I rarely had time to be bored. Now that I only work until five, I am discovering I have much free time. Sometimes an overabundance of free time. J keeps telling me to…
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9 Miles
9 Miles. That is how long we walked today. 9 long miles. J and I woke up at 8 this morning, got dressed and downed some Gatorade energy gummy things. Then we headed out to Linear Trail to do the entire thing. We started here at 9 in good spirits. The weather was pretty decent, a little sticky but there was a nice breeze that helped cool things off. I don’t think I saw anybody else walking, mostly biking or jogging. Around the 3 mile mark maybe there was this cool sign. It looks they measured out the planets into the walking path. However, I only saw two signs, one for…
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Work.
I had to leave work early today so I wouldn’t get overtime. I didn’t want to drive home just to come back 30 minutes later to pick up J, so I went to his office. Notice the cute little Dr. Who on the left? That is his obsession. Not Dr. Who, even though it is fantastic, but the POP figurine things. That one was a Christmas gift from my sister Lacy and her family. We (I say we, even though it is in his office and I never see it) just bought a new one last weekend. They also have this thing called First Friday at CivicPlus (his job). At 4:30…
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The Weekend!
I love weekends. They are the best thing ever, except for weeks when you’re on vacation. That’s when every day is great! It has been a busy weekend. Friday night we went out to Carlos O’Kellys where I had a delicious White Peach Sangria (or two). We popped next door to Hastings where they were having a going out of business sale and then Best Buy to get me a headset to game with. I had to work Saturday morning which sucked but after a delicious lunch of Dairy Queen’s chicken strip basket (gotta love that gravy), I went and exercised for an hour. Jimmy Johns for supper and I…
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Done With Sorry.
Sorry. SORRY. Sorry. The definition: feeling distress, especially through sympathy with someone else’s misfortune. Yet, I apologize for everything. Even when the word sorry doesn’t apply. If I almost bump into someone in a hallway, “Oops, sorry!” Instead I could say something like, “Please excuse me.” If I make Justin wait for me in the parking lot at work, I say sorry. If I don’t know the answer to a question..sorry. If I don’t want to do something…sorry. I think you get the picture. I don’t have an actual number but I want to guess that I say it at least, at least, 20 times a day, probably more. Why? Why do…
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I CAN’T THINK.
Ugh. I have been trying to think. My brain is thoughtless. So many thoughts I want to have, but can’t. If anyone has any thoughts they would like to share with me, please do. Because I have none. Zip. Zero. Zilch. I love the letter Z. It’s so Zazzy. WWwwhhhhyyyyyy????? Work, Brain, Work!
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Lists.
I LOVE LISTS. I love them. I make lists for everything. I am making a list right now about loving lists. Bet you didn’t catch that, did’ya. I want to write a book. I am trying to write a book. I am procrastinating by writing a blog post instead. I love simple white shirts with simple designs. I love pretending I’m younger than I really am. I love painting my fingernails…over and over and over again. I love kissing my husband. Sometimes I wish my name was Alice. I really want to be an entrepreneur. I love the song at the end of Pitch Perfect 2. It makes me tear up.…