swinging things

I was ok with the whole getting my window smashed until I realized I'd have to close my bank account because there were three blank checks in the bag that was taken.  I'm just picturing automatic withdrawals bouncing everywhere before I get a chance to change the account information.  So I got a little moody after my trip to the bank and immediately put on my pissy pants.

So I ate a salad that looked like this:

Then I was all snotty to my mom on the phone and said, "Well, I can take care of it if I get off the phone with you!" And she said, "Ok honey it's been nice chatting with you."

Which always makes me chuckle a little.

Then I worked on changing my account information on a dozen websites before getting a text from this fellow...

So I shut off my laptop, got on my bike and joined him for a beer.  It was nice.  We chatted.  I'm glad that I don't let things that "need" to get done distract me from possible opportunities to spend with people.  Because they always make me feel better and think that life isn't really that shitty after all.

Then I came home and read my cousin's blog.  Catching up on it made me happy, and this post in particular, made me realize I needed to get over myself.

Because I came home to this:

and a bowl of ice cream...

and this...

And I just got done having the greatest weekend of hanging out ever.  Friends, more friends, music, birthday party, roasted pig, community napping in the backyard, walks, bike rides, running, beer...

love.

I need to stop looking for things to bitch about.

believing in fortune cookies... business & being successful

I found the following message on my desk at work the other day.  It had, at some point, been misplaced but was luckily recovered while making a lame attempt at tidying things up.

Several people have told me that I am not normal, often times because I get up early in the morning and accomplish more than some people can accomplish in an entire day, before 7:45am.  Actually, I think old people do that but I'm not old.


Today I managed to vacuum my car out, water flowers, take shower, run to get coffee beans, pick up milk and cereal and meet the electrician.


Anyways, it didn't surprise me then that even my success would be unusual.  I have some ideas brewing inside my brain about possible endeavors but have yet to take any sort of action.


At least I was successful in the business of coordinating a bus training today.  Thanks to all of the case workers who worked hard to inform the refugees, 15 people showed up and there were three languages interpreted.


Fun job.  The best part was sitting under a tree when we missed the bus and hanging out with some really funny people from Bhutan who taught me some Nepali, of which I rememeber. 


not. a. single. word.