Truths XIX

Real life and fear have pushed me disturbingly out of the loop.

Count Down

The Best Day Ever Summer 2009 edition is right around the corner!

This day will consist of:

-Summer class ending, thus beginning my actual Summer break
-Getting my much anticipated tattoo
-Celebrating a year of a great friendship
-and going to a really good hardcore show

Now tell me that doesn't sound like a perfect day.
Is it Thursday yet?!

Life of a Chair

This is what boredom and impulse purchases look like.

Creatures of Habit

Today was a good day!
Class went by quick, came home, and started scrubbing my apartment clean! I have become a hermit, so I figured I might as well clean my shell, haha. After about 2 hours, and mopping myself into a corner, I relaxed read a bit and then went out!

I had an urge to spend money (nothing new), but since my new fascination with saving dollars and dreaming of trips, I have been trying to be good. TRYING. So, off to the thrift store. For me, the thrift store mainly serves the purpose of looking at useless crap to reinforce the fact that I don't actually need anything. It works along these lines about 65% of the time. So, when I actually find something, it comes as a shock. Today I found this:




Granted, furniture is the last thing I need, but look at it! It fits so well! (It also works very nicely as a place to write my thrilling blog entries). After dropping it off, I went over to my favorite bride-to-be's home. Carley has a knack for creating cute, creative, and unique ideas and implementing them exactly the way they should! Her wedding is going to have so much personality and character, which is exactly like them. Perfect! So, the ladies and I crafted the night away creating everything from favors, to flowers, and messes. I'm looking forward to the next craft night.

Fun, fun, fun.

P.S. Thanks to my muscles, AKA Bernadette, for wrestling with the chair!

Feng Shui

With the addition of one digital converter box to my family of technology, the need to move my television closer to a window spurred a living room wide shift. I feel accomplished and more at home. I needed to mix things up.

The shift may have adjusted the luck drifting through my house, because my district manager got in touch with me. We will be discussing my career opportunities tomorrow. Yay!

Happy day.

Coping Strategies

A full tank of gas.

Love Letters

I've gotten through about 5 or 6 of my Mom's love letters. Most of it is the loving, random ramblings of a man longing for his firecracker in the States. Each of these letters hint a little bit about who my Mom was, and how she loved. Through the hopeful images of a life together, this man speaks of my Mother in a very different light then i've ever known...
She longed for this man, she felt lonely, she was timid in love, and she was scared. Of course, all of these are hidden amongst the purely positive characteristics of my Mom. But one thing I rarely, and almost never, saw in my Mom was a hint of any weakness.

My Mom usually didn't offer support or advice for me in my ventures through boyfriends and loved ones. She made me figure it out the same way that she did, which wasn't such a bad thing- it definitely made me stronger. I am finding comfort that I am more like my Mom then I thought. She felt the same doubts, she dreamt the same, and she loves the same way I do.

Life is funny; while I'm extremely saddened in the idea that I don't have her here to guide me, I am comforted knowing that she is still teaching me, somehow.