It has been an epic day. This is the day I’ve needed for a long, long time. It starts on Friday (yesterday) because that is the day I got paid. This weeks check also included commission, which isn’t much, but it’s more than I get the other three weeks out of the month. I was able to pay all of my own debt on my new AMEX. It wasn’t much, but I just hate owning debt. I’m glad I learned that lesson early, even if it was the byproduct of an unsuccessful marriage. I can’t call it a failure because I truly learned so much from it, so we’ll just stick to “unsuccessful.” Anyway, I paid my undergrad student loans down to $1,000 (I can knock that out next month and it will feel AWESOME…I graduated in Dec. of ’03, so we’re looking at a 7 year relationship that I’ll be happy to end), I got a pedicure, I watched almost a full day of the “Sex and the City” marathon on E! (which I’ll discuss later), I did my own nails (see pic below) and I’m starting on next week’s school work with a glass of champagne on the patio (see other pics below…Archie has been “helping”).
|Yep, those are fishnet nails. Definitely out of the ordinary
for me, but fun. nonetheless.
|Champagne and School. I’ll be done with one
of these FOREVER in August.
|My little booze-hound/helper. Isn’t he cute?
Please notice that he is actually pulling my
arm down with paw. He’s very demanding.
In any case, it has been a day that is all about me and I’m not ashamed to say that I need those every once in a while.
I really do enjoy alone time. I’ve always been different from my friends in that manner. I mean, we were all social butterflies and always the life of the party, but I think I really cherish the time I have with my own thoughts. Maybe it’s selfishness. Maybe it’s arrogance…after all, it does take a bit of self-importance to keep a diary/journal/blog, which I’ve really done since I was in 7th grade. I guess even my 12-year-old self knew that it would be important to document the beginning of greatness (I kid, I kid).
Through all my ups and downs over the years, I’ve come to realize that the only time I don’t write is when I’m truly depressed. Actually, that only happened once, but I remember being so scared to even see my own handwriting convey my thoughts. Isn’t that strange??? During that time is when I kept my personal blog. It was much less painful to see my words in font than my own handwriting. I’ve always felt like handwriting is so personal. I can see the difference in my actual writing when I’m happy, sad, excited, scared, etc. Is it that writing makes me happy or do I just have to be happy in order to write? I’m pretty sure it’s the latter of the two and if that’s the case, I’ve been happy for while. Yeah, there are bad days and even bad weeks, but nothing compared to the time I couldn’t write. I’m thankful for that.
So, about this SATC marathon…
I really love that show. It’s whimsical and realistic at the same time. It seems glamorous and trying. Basically, I feel like it could be a glorified version of my life. Yes, I do feel like my friends and I are as witty as Carrie Bradshaw. In fact, I’d say we’re wittier! For example, my college roommate/one of my best friends texted me yesterday. She said that she walked into her office after lunch wearing the flimsy flip flops that they give you when you get a pedicure. Her CEO asked if she could just humor him by pretending to do work. She asked him to humor her by pretending to stay at work until 3:30. My response to her was that I found her entire text confusing because I thought yesterday was Saturday. Her response to that, “You win.”
Okay, that’s all for tonight/today and probably the rest of the weekend. I’ll be busy tomorrow cleaning up a bit for Wade to get home and grocery shopping, OH, and doing more school! I think we’re all ready for him to get here and enjoy some family time!