Just some stuff on a Friday night.
I’m waiting for my honey to come home from a business trip. I’ve prettied myself up in a totally casual way: skinny jeans, suede boots, tight little tee with a graphic of an owl on the front…a la Hooters (sorta), hair in a ponytail, glasses, little bit of blush and lipgloss and yummy vanilla-scented lotion. I don’t want to be too done because we haven’t made plans to do anything tonight, but I always want to look pretty for him–even if casually–especially if he doesn’t really notice that I’ve put any effort into it. I just want him to subconsciously know that I care (without thinking about it). I want to be subtly pretty for him for the rest of our lives. Does that make sense?
Sat through the LONGEST meeting today. 9 hours. Is that enough? I had a tiny presentation during the first 15 minutes of this particular shindig. I was nervous for some reason. First meeting back in the office since I’ve been on vacation. I think I kinda sucked. I fixated on my suckage for a while. But then I was asked to play a more active role in one of my areas, and I was happy to hear that at least part of my team wants more from me. It’s a bit of security that I need. I was inspired (and a little nervous by the prospect–more W.O.R.K. ** gulp** But that’s why they pay me, right?!).
I thought about my parents off and on today. They have a very sick cat and today was the day they were going to the vet to find out what is going on. I had a feeling…and dammitall, I was right.
I called on my way home from work, but there was no answer. Then my dad called back and sounded really sad and told me that they had to put the little girl cat down today. She was their baby. Mom was too upset to talk to me. I hate that for them. Poor mama and papa.
I sent an email to a bunch of my old sorority sissies a couple of days ago. These are my girlies…the ones I used to get together with for the annual Girls Gone Wild trips. I don’t know if I wrote about this, but TFMS and I went to the wedding of one of The Girlies when we’d first started dating. Oh man. I gotta go back and see if I wrote about this!
Holy crap, I never did!!!
OK. Quickest version EVER: Wedding of Girly, attended by all the other Girlies. Brought TFMS with me. Wedding=gorgeous. Reception=drunk. Ginger Snap=flirty. TFMS=jealous and angry. GS + TFMS=dumb fight in front of Girlies and their husbands. Post wedding email apologies that were only half-heartedly received.
I left well enough alone…until this week when I sent an email to all, telling them about the engagement, etc.
Got an email back from Girly (whose wedding we attended) saying, “I hope yours lasts longer than mine.”
Turns out, Girlie’s marriage lasted something like 6 months, when she found out her husband was having an affair, and then he threw her down a flight of stairs and went to jail and all kinds of other TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE things.
Man. No wonder she wished me luck.
See what happens when you’re too scared/ashamed about your own shit to reach out to your friends?
ANNNNNNNDDDD…TWO of the other girlies had BABIES and I didn’t even know they were pregnant!!!
Must reach out more often. MUST.
Anyone ever made coffee body scrub? Does it work well? How do you store it?
The Germany story keeps rattling around my fuzzy red-headed brain. I want to get it out, but it seems so overwhelming. I guess I have to break it down into bite-sized pieces. Or maybe wait until the feelings aren’t so intense? Naaaah. I’m just being lazy!!! 😉
Happy Weekend everyone!!
Teeheee! A tease!
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