I covered a coworker’s chair in bright green Post-it Notes. They said, “Be Quiet,” “Go home,” “Cookies?”, “Wherez ma stuff?” and “No!”
So happy to be home in bed! Shannon’s birthday pub visit was fun, but I’m ready for sleeping.
I FOUND MY LOST MITTEN. It’s been missing two weeks.
Wow I needed a soda today. Not even just regular diet, but the real stuff. I never drink this!
Sure went well with the buffalo chicken pizza I had for lunch though.
A worker showed me a new scar of hers last week. Soooo soft. A gift from her mother.
I joked today that I was avoiding her because she was wearing it and it was difficult to stop myself from letting it. She responded by giving the scarf to me.
Stunned but elated. Just wow.
PROJECT COMPLETE. Ten months late, but better late than never.
I did it!
Twelve hour day doesn’t feel so bad when you accomplish so much.
One of the reasons I wanted to put together this blog was because I have a terrible habit of dwelling on the sad things, the scary things, or the upsetting things. This is mostly a visual compilation of moments to remind myself of those happy events, however brief they may be.
I could go on and on about the large women’s rights marches happening today, but honestly they don’t make me happy. It makes me sad that they have to happen in the first place.
Today, I went through half a dozen comic book catalogs and found my favorite covers. Then I put them together to make a large poster that I’m going to hang on my wall. I’m really happy with it. And because I can still find some political things uplifting, I’m happy to also include a couple pictures of uplifting comics from the catalogs.
I thought about posting this amazing mac&cheese I made earlier, but I ate it before I thought to take a picture. I also considered posting about how thoroughly I cleaned behind the toilet, but I didn’t feel like getting on my knees again.
Instead, here is my fur baby, once again. I like spending time with her. When I ate my mac&cheese lunch at the kitchen table, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She repeatedly came to my chair, stood on her back legs, and then gently patted at my arm with one of her front paws.
She’s sleeping on the pillow next to me. Her butt is pointed at where I put my face.
Look at this sandwich! I made this sandwich.
Fancy bread, living lettuce, buffalo chicken, pepperjack cheese, red onion, and sandwich spread.
I dunno, not as cost effictive bringing my own lunch to work as I’d hoped. Plus, it only tasted ok… But still, I ate out every day for how many months? And you know what, most of that only tasted ok, too, and I spent way more!
My stupid baby. I have the hardest time leaving her in the mornings. She can tell when I’m leaving because I put on makeup. She gets this incredibly sad face.
Oh but her fur is so soft!
Cooking’s not my thing, but tonight I made myself grilled cheese and tomato soup. It was pepper jack cheese and stale bread that I got for $1 and that has been sitting around for ages. Tasted great though.
Let’s be real: Any time I come home from work and eat more than potato chips or sunflower seeds is a successful evening.
I got really tired around 12:30 today. Just hit me hard. I was exhausted and cranky and wanted to leave work.
It took at few more hours, but I was outta there by three. That’s technically eight hours. Did I have things I could be doing? Hell yes. Did I have the energy? Hell no.
Yesterday I got home some time after five and it was just after six by the time I was done with dinner. By eight at night I was passed out. Tonight I watched a movie, hung with my roommate Shannon, did my nails, read, showered…
Clearly this mini-break was needed. It was certainly appreciated.
I’m not an overly political person, or at least I didn’t used to be. When I was a kid, I always got Martin Luther King Jr. day off. I don’t anymore.
It doesn’t mean as much to me as I understand it should, but this quote popped up in my FB feed today. Really resonated with me. Also, pretty sure it’s real, as opposed to the majority of quotes with random names that float over the internet.
I was browsing Anthropologie’s website because I like to punish myself with their 40% sale items sale. These chandeliers popped up and I was instantly attached. I don’t need $500 chandeliers, even if that is much better than the 2kish they were originally, but damn are they pretty.
Getting something like this shipped is probably a nightmare. Can you image how tangled they’d be coming out of a box? But they’re so lovely and just looking at them creates a fantasy home in my mind. Fancy wallpaper, red plush chairs, a blue velvet couch, some kind of heavy, intense metal coffee table….
My roommate left on a weekend-long skiing trip.
I’m pleased because of our heating situation.
The thermostat is in her bedroom. When she’s home, she shuts her bedroom door. If there’s a space heater running in her room, the thermostat never kicks the heat on and the rest of the apartment is so cold I can’t feel my toes. If she doesn’t have the space heater running, the temp in her room plummets and the thermostat overheats the rest of the house.
But she’s out this weekend, her bedroom door is open, and the house is a perfect 64 degrees.
Present Barack Obama presented Vice President Joe Biden with the Presidental Metal of Freedom.
There are still holiday lights in the trees.
I was walking through the Common late in the evening and noticed how pretty everything looked in the dark. The Massachusetts State House was lit, the Frog Pond glowed, and trees all down Beacon had a different color light wrapped around them like a rainbow row.
Work kept me late, but I was walking toward a late night massage. Not only did I happily anticipate my destination, but the path there was a clear one.