We’ve moved into my family home, the one I grew up in. And it’s been the longest, most disorganized move of my life. When I say of my life I’m talking of roughly 20 moves I’ve done so that’s saying a lot.
Total chaos as I’m still trying to make room for me to bring over the rest of the stuff from my other house so I can get it cleaned and rented or sold. Stress levels are beyond.
Then this happened to put things into perspective.
Me: *comes upstairs while trying to find a drill bit in the tornado of tools in the workshop, crying*
4-year old: Mama, why are you crying?
Me: Because honey, I miss Nanny and Poppy. This house is a mess. Everything’s a mess. I don’t know how I can live here.
4-year old: But you have to live here. Poppy’s heart is in this house.
Me: *stares, jaw drops*
4-year old: Poppy’s heart is in this house. You will see him if you live here. You have to.
Yup. Once again hit square in the face of the logic from the mouth of a babe. My child seems better equipped to deal with this move than I do.
with reluctant eyes
she lets knots untie,
watches minutes unravel
as days turn into
yarn needing to be wrapped,
twisted into a
saved until tomorrow
catching might be
the skill she needs most.
Today, I received one of the best gifts ever! A free gel manicure.
I love it:)
Not only do my nails look fabulous, they are also something I won. I work in radio. I never win things because I can’t enter them. And winning this was like a gift from Marley’s Urban Hair Design and Lins McSween. Not only do my nails look great, they’ve reminded me what it feels like to be ultra girlie feminine. Fierce. Fabulous. Fiesty. I am a feisty kinda gal. Not gonna lie.
I Love these nails. *inner diva dance of joy*
Yes, I’ll admit they are a wee bit long for writing work. Sadly, *insert pouty face* I’ll have to shorten them so I can be efficient in this area. But just enough. They are oddly OK for yoga practice. Did a fabulous one tonight to test them out. Worked like a charm and brought more graceful awareness to my arms. A bonus learning feature to my fabulous nails.
Add that to my stellar haircut from Marley and I feel like a completely fierce, sexy woman. A fashion girl as my three-year old says. Confident and fun. I like that. I might be addicted to my gel nails… which could be a problem since having them costs money in maintenance so I have to assess the budget to see if they’re a luxury I can afford to have right now on a long term basis.
Update: it is near impossible to text on my BB with these nails. Typing is half speed. Nails need to be shorter but I have to keep them at this length for a couple of days… at least one. They’re too much fun not to enjoy for a little bit. Then just a wee bit shorter to make my gel nails functional and life if perfect. Because what good is fashion if it’s not functional?
Would I spend money on them if I could? Most definitely. If my budget can comfortably allow it without swaying some of my other financial goals. I love my gel nails.
Driving mid-afternoon on a Saturday in November the phone rings. It’s Blah Blah and he’s not in his home city but 15 minutes away from mine. *wtf?* Did I want him to bring over a coffee he asks. A funny question because the town he was in has probably the worst coffee in the world. I suspected what he really wanted was to come for a visit (this was his pattern) so I said sure and I have beer in the fridge so forget the coffee. Continue reading →
Left arm throbbing, left side of her chest stinging with a pain she’d never felt before, she lay on the bottom of the boat as it floated on the calm blue waters. Trying to regain her breath she stared at the sky and felt the warmth of the sun heating the chill from her wet skin.