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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Exactly what are you trying to tell me?
Everybody comes to that time when they need a change in their life. Whether it be their job, who they are with, where they live, or the couch in the living room. Change happens. I think we not only need it but we crave it. It's a part of moving forward in our lives.
Almost 2 months ago I was eating at a Chinese resteraunt. After my meal I ate my fortune cookie. Normally I do not think much of the fortunes inside the cookie. I usually get one I have already have gotten before, one that is so generic it could be for anyone, or so random God himself would have trouble figuring how it fits in your life. However, this one was different.
"Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you."
Really?! You Promise?! I need some changes. Things could always be better but overall I am happy with what I have. I mean, who would complain about more money, a new better job, a bigger house with up-grades? I am not saying I need them but I sure as hell would not turn them down. I also would not sale my soul to the devil to get them. I believe in working hard to get what you want.
Then the other day I got one of the chain e-mails from a co-worker.
"A blessing is coming to you in the form of a new job, a house, marriage or financial break through."
Well clearly the marriage part does not pertain to me, but what about the rest? Is there a change headed in my direction and this is the universe giving me signs? Or am I reading way too much into things? I know things do not just change on their own. I need to be actively trying to make a change in order for something to happen. So what should I actively be doing? Looking for a new job? A raise? A house? A loan? (B/C I highly doubt someone is going to walk up to me and hand me money.)
Then we get into the whole "when is it going to happen" thing. Fortune cookie says May/June. But cookie could be wrong. So do I take a chance and risk my happy life just the way it is? And how long should I wait? Should I start looking for my change right now? Summer? At the end of the year?
So Universe/God/whoever is sending me these messgaes, exactly what are you trying to tell me?
Almost 2 months ago I was eating at a Chinese resteraunt. After my meal I ate my fortune cookie. Normally I do not think much of the fortunes inside the cookie. I usually get one I have already have gotten before, one that is so generic it could be for anyone, or so random God himself would have trouble figuring how it fits in your life. However, this one was different.
"Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you."
Really?! You Promise?! I need some changes. Things could always be better but overall I am happy with what I have. I mean, who would complain about more money, a new better job, a bigger house with up-grades? I am not saying I need them but I sure as hell would not turn them down. I also would not sale my soul to the devil to get them. I believe in working hard to get what you want.
Then the other day I got one of the chain e-mails from a co-worker.
"A blessing is coming to you in the form of a new job, a house, marriage or financial break through."
Well clearly the marriage part does not pertain to me, but what about the rest? Is there a change headed in my direction and this is the universe giving me signs? Or am I reading way too much into things? I know things do not just change on their own. I need to be actively trying to make a change in order for something to happen. So what should I actively be doing? Looking for a new job? A raise? A house? A loan? (B/C I highly doubt someone is going to walk up to me and hand me money.)
Then we get into the whole "when is it going to happen" thing. Fortune cookie says May/June. But cookie could be wrong. So do I take a chance and risk my happy life just the way it is? And how long should I wait? Should I start looking for my change right now? Summer? At the end of the year?
So Universe/God/whoever is sending me these messgaes, exactly what are you trying to tell me?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
What a girl wants...
So as most of you know, Mom and I went shopping at the Mall of Georgia this weekend. We had a blast and I stocked up on some much needed items. Can you believe I did not own a pair of regular shorts. I have 3-4 of the knee length kind and a couple of capris, but no shorts. So I got a few of those, some tops, skirts, kitchen stuff (of course!), and 3 pairs of shoes! I had to get a bathing suit cover up for our trip to Florida in July. It matches my purple polka dot bathing suit from Target! And surprisingly enough I only got 1 pair of pajamas!
I got the cutest bowl from Pier One...
But the one thing I did not get were these pair of shoes. I saw them at DSW and fell in love. I did not get them b/c I would never wear them. I mean, they are too dressy for my work and I don't go anywhere nice enough to justify the money they cost. I could wear them around the house. I would look so cute in my PJ's and 4 inch stilettos. Doug probably wouldn't mind. Ha! But they are sooooo cuuuuute I had to share!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I was one of them!
Yes. As much as I hate to admit it, I was one of THEM yesterday. I hate people like this but I had a really good reason. I swear!
Do you know those people who can't get off their cell phone to save their lives? No matter where they are and what they are doing they have to continue their conversation. Ordering food at a drive-thru, not important enough. Cashing a check at the bank, not important enough. Out at a restaurant, not important enough. Purchasing items at a store, not important enough.
I was one of Them!
My friend Jessica and I have been playing tag in the phone world. We could never catch each other and we needed to do some catching up. I sent her an e-mail hoping that would help but she is one busy girl and rarely checks her e-mail. So finally, yesterday after work, we both had time to sit down and have a conversation. Yay!
She called right as I was leaving work. The only thing I had to do was get my oil changed. I am going out of town this weekend and it had to be done before I left. So I was going to swing by Jiffy Lube on my way home and have it done real quick. So I didn't bother with telling her I needed to call her back. This was going to be a quick trip that require little attention from me. Wrong!
I get there and they have me pull straight in. I thought my car was going to end up in the pit. Between they guys directions and my lack of attention due to my phone conversation, I was lucky to straddle my car over the large open hole in the floor. So I turn off my car and get out, still on my phone. The guy escorts me over to the waiting room and tells me they will be right with me. I thought, "Yes! More time to talk!" Sadly, no. My phone went dead.
So instead of waiting until I am done getting my oil changed, I find my back-up battery and call Jessica back. Of course as soon as we resume conversation the guy comes and gets me to get all my info. I am sure he loved my lack of attention. "Just change my oil and that's it!" So back into the room I go, still on my phone.
When they are done they want to show you on the computer what all they did and talk to you about future visits. I am on my phone. "Yeah. Yeah. That looks good. Here's my card." I leave, still on my phone.
So to Jessica, "Sorry about all the interruptions from the oily boys."
To Doug, "No, I have no clue what the oily boys did to my car. Read the print out."
To the really nice gentlemen at Jiffy Lube, "I am so so sorry. It really was an important conversation and I will never do it again. I understand if you cussed me after I left. I swear I am not one of those people."
- Love crazy lady who is to important to get off her phone!
Do you know those people who can't get off their cell phone to save their lives? No matter where they are and what they are doing they have to continue their conversation. Ordering food at a drive-thru, not important enough. Cashing a check at the bank, not important enough. Out at a restaurant, not important enough. Purchasing items at a store, not important enough.
I was one of Them!
My friend Jessica and I have been playing tag in the phone world. We could never catch each other and we needed to do some catching up. I sent her an e-mail hoping that would help but she is one busy girl and rarely checks her e-mail. So finally, yesterday after work, we both had time to sit down and have a conversation. Yay!
She called right as I was leaving work. The only thing I had to do was get my oil changed. I am going out of town this weekend and it had to be done before I left. So I was going to swing by Jiffy Lube on my way home and have it done real quick. So I didn't bother with telling her I needed to call her back. This was going to be a quick trip that require little attention from me. Wrong!
I get there and they have me pull straight in. I thought my car was going to end up in the pit. Between they guys directions and my lack of attention due to my phone conversation, I was lucky to straddle my car over the large open hole in the floor. So I turn off my car and get out, still on my phone. The guy escorts me over to the waiting room and tells me they will be right with me. I thought, "Yes! More time to talk!" Sadly, no. My phone went dead.
So instead of waiting until I am done getting my oil changed, I find my back-up battery and call Jessica back. Of course as soon as we resume conversation the guy comes and gets me to get all my info. I am sure he loved my lack of attention. "Just change my oil and that's it!" So back into the room I go, still on my phone.
When they are done they want to show you on the computer what all they did and talk to you about future visits. I am on my phone. "Yeah. Yeah. That looks good. Here's my card." I leave, still on my phone.
So to Jessica, "Sorry about all the interruptions from the oily boys."
To Doug, "No, I have no clue what the oily boys did to my car. Read the print out."
To the really nice gentlemen at Jiffy Lube, "I am so so sorry. It really was an important conversation and I will never do it again. I understand if you cussed me after I left. I swear I am not one of those people."
- Love crazy lady who is to important to get off her phone!
Friday, April 9, 2010
"Not spoiled, just loved"
A friend of mine saw this quote on the back of some one's vehicle and shared it on Facebook. Well as soon as I saw it I knew it was "MY" quote. But it needed to be changed.
"Not spoiled, just well taken care of."
"Not spoiled, just loved."
It all started when I was born. Only daughter and first granddaughter. Those were some pretty hefty titles and I think I did a good job living up to them. Ha! I was a very loved child. I had Memaw's and Pops' heart the moment I took my first breath. You should see the pictures of my first Christmas and birthday. There was no way I needed all those toys but they all truly felt like I needed them. I don't remember them but I am sure I loved them all! Every time we went to Wal-Mart or the grocery store I would get a prize. I was a huge Barbie fan so that was usually my choice. But I also loved notebooks and pens. I had tons and I would go through them quickly. At Cracker Barrel I would get my favorite Rock Candy and at McDonald's I would get to play an extra 10 minutes. I always got my favorite biscuits for breakfast and ice cream for dessert. And every night I spent the night she would rock me until I fell asleep.
Now don't get me wrong. Just because I was loved very much does not mean I was not made to behave. Memaw always had her stack of switches in the corner ready for me. If I was really bad she would make me go and pick my own. She would even write my name on it. I wasn't a bad child but those switches sure were reason enough to do what she said.
One time my parents went on a vacation without me and I stayed at Memaw & Pops' house. I was so excited! When my parents came back to get me I hid from them. I was moving in with Pops and never leaving. I know Memaw would have been ok with that but she convinced me my Mom would be really sad if I never came home.
My parents and grandparents always wanted me to have and do what they were not able to have and do when they were my age. I went to Disney World every year. I went to the beach multiple times each year. We did this and did that and thanks to them I have tons of childhood memories to cherish.
When I got older my friends always made fun of me because every time I got in trouble I got to go shopping. They all saw it as spoiled but my Mom saw it as 45 minutes with me in a car and I could not get out. She knew I would not turn down a shopping trip and she knew I would want to go to Atlanta or Columbus. So I was stuck in the car with her and we would talk about everything. It wasn't torture but it did the trick.
Now I am married to the biggest "well taker care of" (not spoiler, remember) of them all. He loves me so much he would do whatever I asked him to. It is really nice when I come home and I do not want to cook diner or do the laundry. He is no cook so he will either call a delivery place or he will go get something. But laundry, dishes, vacuuming, grocery shopping, or anything else I don't want to do he will take care of it. Or he will tell me I don't have to do it that day; I can do it the next day or that weekend. All he ever wants to do is make me happy and I love him for that. Nothing on the to do list is ever more important than my happiness. Every time he goes to the gas station he will bring me home a surprise. Whether it's my favorite candy bar or my favorite water (Fiji!!!), he always thinks of me and knows my surprise will make me smile.
And I "well taken care of" him with food. Every night he picks what he wants for diner and I cook it. Even when making the grocery list he picks what I am going to buy to cook. I cook for him because it makes him happy. I love to make him his favorite foods and it makes me happy when he smiles after the first bite.
Some people would argue that people in my life show me love by buying me stuff or by doing things for me. But I am here to say that is not the case. My family loves me and loves spending time with me. Yes my Mom and I spend time shopping but it goes deeper than that. We are talking and enjoying each others company, not sitting in front of a TV. We are making memories and reconnecting. No it does not take a trip or shopping to do it, but it is so much more fun! Sit on the beach and talk versus sitting on the couch at home? I mean really! Half the time we go shopping neither one of us buy anything. I love Doug and no amount of candy bars will make me love him more.
So NO. I am not spoiled. I am loved!
"Not spoiled, just well taken care of."
"Not spoiled, just loved."
It all started when I was born. Only daughter and first granddaughter. Those were some pretty hefty titles and I think I did a good job living up to them. Ha! I was a very loved child. I had Memaw's and Pops' heart the moment I took my first breath. You should see the pictures of my first Christmas and birthday. There was no way I needed all those toys but they all truly felt like I needed them. I don't remember them but I am sure I loved them all! Every time we went to Wal-Mart or the grocery store I would get a prize. I was a huge Barbie fan so that was usually my choice. But I also loved notebooks and pens. I had tons and I would go through them quickly. At Cracker Barrel I would get my favorite Rock Candy and at McDonald's I would get to play an extra 10 minutes. I always got my favorite biscuits for breakfast and ice cream for dessert. And every night I spent the night she would rock me until I fell asleep.
Now don't get me wrong. Just because I was loved very much does not mean I was not made to behave. Memaw always had her stack of switches in the corner ready for me. If I was really bad she would make me go and pick my own. She would even write my name on it. I wasn't a bad child but those switches sure were reason enough to do what she said.
One time my parents went on a vacation without me and I stayed at Memaw & Pops' house. I was so excited! When my parents came back to get me I hid from them. I was moving in with Pops and never leaving. I know Memaw would have been ok with that but she convinced me my Mom would be really sad if I never came home.
My parents and grandparents always wanted me to have and do what they were not able to have and do when they were my age. I went to Disney World every year. I went to the beach multiple times each year. We did this and did that and thanks to them I have tons of childhood memories to cherish.
When I got older my friends always made fun of me because every time I got in trouble I got to go shopping. They all saw it as spoiled but my Mom saw it as 45 minutes with me in a car and I could not get out. She knew I would not turn down a shopping trip and she knew I would want to go to Atlanta or Columbus. So I was stuck in the car with her and we would talk about everything. It wasn't torture but it did the trick.
Now I am married to the biggest "well taker care of" (not spoiler, remember) of them all. He loves me so much he would do whatever I asked him to. It is really nice when I come home and I do not want to cook diner or do the laundry. He is no cook so he will either call a delivery place or he will go get something. But laundry, dishes, vacuuming, grocery shopping, or anything else I don't want to do he will take care of it. Or he will tell me I don't have to do it that day; I can do it the next day or that weekend. All he ever wants to do is make me happy and I love him for that. Nothing on the to do list is ever more important than my happiness. Every time he goes to the gas station he will bring me home a surprise. Whether it's my favorite candy bar or my favorite water (Fiji!!!), he always thinks of me and knows my surprise will make me smile.
And I "well taken care of" him with food. Every night he picks what he wants for diner and I cook it. Even when making the grocery list he picks what I am going to buy to cook. I cook for him because it makes him happy. I love to make him his favorite foods and it makes me happy when he smiles after the first bite.
Some people would argue that people in my life show me love by buying me stuff or by doing things for me. But I am here to say that is not the case. My family loves me and loves spending time with me. Yes my Mom and I spend time shopping but it goes deeper than that. We are talking and enjoying each others company, not sitting in front of a TV. We are making memories and reconnecting. No it does not take a trip or shopping to do it, but it is so much more fun! Sit on the beach and talk versus sitting on the couch at home? I mean really! Half the time we go shopping neither one of us buy anything. I love Doug and no amount of candy bars will make me love him more.
So NO. I am not spoiled. I am loved!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Masters, Pollen, & my OCD
It's Masters week here in Augusta. It's also Spring Break since the area schedules it during Master's week. All that means for me is working while everybody else is off. See, if you live in Augusta you rent your house out, sell your tickets, and get the hell out of town. So all my normal customers are on a nice vacation somewhere warm and tropical. I just love hearing about all their wonderful vacation plans and all the things they did while they were away. However, the city is full of people ON vacation. People all over the world are here, in the city I live in, doing exciting things. And I am at work. Yay! I want to go stand outside the Nationals and take pictures of the celebrities as they leave the course. How fun! It is so strange how something so large in scale is going on right down the road from me and it in no way has any impact on my life (besides I am working almost by myself because everybody is on vacation). I feel left out. Can I either go on vacation or be in the thick of the excitement? I want to take pictures of dolphins or Tiger. Good chance I can get a shot of one of them mating. Ha!
I am not sure about where you live but here in Augusta the pollen is horrible. I mean cloud of pollen over the city horrible. The wind blows and all you see is pollen blowing down the road. I washed my car Sunday and it is now covered. You would never know I had a grey car. I have never seen it this bad. I feel bad for all those who are outside (working or for fun). I am sure your boogies will be yellow tonight. And your lungs are really appreciating the extra coat of yuck.
I do not consider myself OCD. Doug, Yes. Me, No. I am organized but I don't think I am OCD about anything... until now. I have one thing that literally keeps me up at night. I know this is going to sound crazy to some people but it really gets me upset.
The organization of my clothing and accessories.
From shoes to pj's to belts. Hanging in the closet, sat on a shelf, or in a drawer. It all has to be in it's place. The bad thing is, I never feel it is organized enough. Nothing has a permanent place. It just has a place until I find something better to do with it.
For example.
My closet. I re-arrange it at least once a month. I feel like I can not see all my clothes properly and I am scarred I will forget I have something. But then I want to move stuff I don't wear a lot or stuff that is not in "season" (winter/summer).
My t'shirts. I have to have them in stacks according to color. Then they are stacked according to color, how much I wear, and sleeve length. And I have to always get the shirt on the bottom of the stack because I have not worn it recently. That way I wear all my shirts and I wear them in an appropriate amount of time from one another.
I could go on about each article of clothing but I want to get to the point of my telling you this story. My panties. I have over 60 pairs of underwear. I love them! I get them all at either Victoria Secret or Aerie and I get them 3-5 at a time. I threw away a trash bag full of old ones because I was running out of room. So my complex is I am scared I am not wearing each one in an appropriate time from the others (like the t'shirts). I am scared I am wearing the same ones over and over and not wearing them all. I want a cute little organization system but I have no money for one right now. And I could not wait anymore. My anxiety over these unorganized undies was killing me.
So today I grouped my undies in a few stacks according to the style, brand, and when I got them. Then I went and grabbed 7 (a weeks worth) from the stacks and put them into a Wal-Mart sack. I numbered each bag and put them in my drawer. I will wear each pair until the bag is empty then move on to the next one. When I do laundry, the clean pairs will go into an empty bag until there are 7 in that bag and move on to the next.
Sounds like a good system, right? I can not think of anything better right now. My dream is to have them organized where I could them all at one time and each one have it's own spot. I could see which one was last taken out and where the clean one from the laundry needs to go. Almost like a really big egg carton. But I would need a few big drawers for that and I don't think Doug is going to give up any of his drawers.
My next tasks, the pajama shorts/undershirt drawer!
I am not sure about where you live but here in Augusta the pollen is horrible. I mean cloud of pollen over the city horrible. The wind blows and all you see is pollen blowing down the road. I washed my car Sunday and it is now covered. You would never know I had a grey car. I have never seen it this bad. I feel bad for all those who are outside (working or for fun). I am sure your boogies will be yellow tonight. And your lungs are really appreciating the extra coat of yuck.
I do not consider myself OCD. Doug, Yes. Me, No. I am organized but I don't think I am OCD about anything... until now. I have one thing that literally keeps me up at night. I know this is going to sound crazy to some people but it really gets me upset.
The organization of my clothing and accessories.
From shoes to pj's to belts. Hanging in the closet, sat on a shelf, or in a drawer. It all has to be in it's place. The bad thing is, I never feel it is organized enough. Nothing has a permanent place. It just has a place until I find something better to do with it.
For example.
My closet. I re-arrange it at least once a month. I feel like I can not see all my clothes properly and I am scarred I will forget I have something. But then I want to move stuff I don't wear a lot or stuff that is not in "season" (winter/summer).
My t'shirts. I have to have them in stacks according to color. Then they are stacked according to color, how much I wear, and sleeve length. And I have to always get the shirt on the bottom of the stack because I have not worn it recently. That way I wear all my shirts and I wear them in an appropriate amount of time from one another.
I could go on about each article of clothing but I want to get to the point of my telling you this story. My panties. I have over 60 pairs of underwear. I love them! I get them all at either Victoria Secret or Aerie and I get them 3-5 at a time. I threw away a trash bag full of old ones because I was running out of room. So my complex is I am scared I am not wearing each one in an appropriate time from the others (like the t'shirts). I am scared I am wearing the same ones over and over and not wearing them all. I want a cute little organization system but I have no money for one right now. And I could not wait anymore. My anxiety over these unorganized undies was killing me.
So today I grouped my undies in a few stacks according to the style, brand, and when I got them. Then I went and grabbed 7 (a weeks worth) from the stacks and put them into a Wal-Mart sack. I numbered each bag and put them in my drawer. I will wear each pair until the bag is empty then move on to the next one. When I do laundry, the clean pairs will go into an empty bag until there are 7 in that bag and move on to the next.
Sounds like a good system, right? I can not think of anything better right now. My dream is to have them organized where I could them all at one time and each one have it's own spot. I could see which one was last taken out and where the clean one from the laundry needs to go. Almost like a really big egg carton. But I would need a few big drawers for that and I don't think Doug is going to give up any of his drawers.
My next tasks, the pajama shorts/undershirt drawer!
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