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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Bad Moms
I went and saw Bad Moms with my friend Becca this morning at 11. I love going to movies in the mornings. The theater is usually empty, or as close to it as possible. That’s the Beccster waiving her Icee in the air like she just don’t care. The movie was pretty good, but the popcorn was even better.
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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.…
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Golfing.
I don’t golf. Let me rephrase, Justin hasn’t taught me how yet. I feel like his patience level isn’t high enough to handle it. So as I write this I am following J around the gold course watching him golf while I work on my tan. News flash. It’s hot. The one thing I keep thinking about, “watch out for snakes” he says. I’m sorry. WHAT?! Would you mind repeating yourself? So now not only do I have to make sure I don’t get hit by a rogue golf ball, fall into a ditch, or trip over a hole, I have to make sure I don’t step on a snake.…
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The Bachelorette.
Some of my new friends love The Bachelorette, while I had never seen an episode before. I went to B’s house to watch one and I was hooked. I am catching up on previous episodes and I decided to just capture my thoughts while watching one. You’re Welcome. Haha! Week 5. OK. Let’s do this. I adore James Taylor. Jordan looks/acts like a d-bag. Her clothes are so freaking adorable! That red dress. Oh man. Love it. I keep thinking about UnReal (because it’s awesome!) and how much of this is actually real? 5 weeks. Psshaa. Does the host have a smooshed nose? Does that one guy look like John…