On 7/8/2016, Tom, my friends and I got to meet our favorite author. We were almost last in line (on purpose; see also: anxiety issues) and got to get our books signed, and talk with Jenny. Tom got his Rory card signed and I gave Jenny the Knitted Knaughties. If you don’t know about these, you’ll have to put that in my search box and enjoy a really good story about Jenny matchmaking me (in Iowa) and Louise (in New Zealand; see also: possible place to move if Trump becomes President, because if so, I’m Audi, dude) to come up with a knitted vagina and penis to show women where to find their clitoris in a totally non-skeevy way. Seriously; some women have to be shown. My sons learned a lot from this pair, and to their future wives, I say, “You. Are. Welcome.”
That was kind of a long stream of consciousness type of ramble, and I blame my phone. So I’ll just tack on the pictures and call it good.
And they all checked one thing off their bucket list and lived happily ever after. Amen.
Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers
A kind offer to start my car ten minutes before my shift was over so I could get into a toasty, defrosted heatmobile
Yummy new music from iTunes (with thanks to Dad/Mom– I used my birfday money!)
A new color of nail polish (if inquiring minds want to know, it’s Avon Cherry Jubilee and I totally fuzzy-with-little-pompoms HEART it)
Making it four days without a cigarette, including the trigger-happy and wrought with danger First Smokefree Shift at Work AND car ride there and back; which I did indeed survive both successfully AND unscathed
I was trying to come up with something to write about and realized somehow I abandoned Grace in Small Things. Well, sort of. I didn’t mean to, but I quit writing GiST posts; but I do actively look for small blessings as I go through my day. Life gets better when you’re cruising through and seeking for something to be grateful.
My plan: GiST here today picking up where I left on with number 12, then start over fresh on January 1st. So here we go!
Chocolate Raspberry cocoa mix in my morning coffee
Feeling Emma (my small, snotty cheerleader bitch of a cat) purr
A full, hour-long body massage from my bestest friend
Burger King double cheeseburger with ketchup, lettuce, and mayo
I haven’t been actually blogging GiST posts as much as I want to. Life happens. But let me just give you one observation that I’ve made. I’ve noticed that every day I look for Grace in Small Things. The motivation started just because I wanted something interesting in my GiST lists instead of same ol’ same ol’ stuff. But then I noticed that I am actively looking for small blessings as I go through my day. Life gets better when you’re cruising through and seeking for something to be grateful.
This new job. It’s lots of hours and it’s overnights– boo. But I can get my online stuff done– answering email, dropping Entrecards, writing posts, reading blogs and commenting, while it’s quiet here and I don’t feel guilty about it like I did when I was doing it at home. YAY! Also, as corny as it sounds, it’s more than just a job. I feel like I’m making a difference in someone’s life at the time they need it most.
I got my first check from the shelter and I feel useful again.
After a couple days of fitful, restless daytime sleep, Hunky got me a sleep mask. What an amazing difference it makes! Last week after I came through 8 straight overnights, most of them 12 hour shifts, I exhausted myself enough to hibernate. I slept for 12 hours straight! When I woke up, I felt like what I imagine a mama bear coming out of a cave for the first time in the spring would feel like.
My iPhone died, Hunky took it to the at&t store, and it was the last day we would have been able to trade it in for a new one on the spot. If we had come in the next day, we would have had to mess with sending it back to Apple and Apple sending us a new one, leaving me without a phone for a few days. YAY!