The School Of Life Linkup, Week 4

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Well friends, it's time for a little Sunday school as Miriam has creatively dubbed it!  This week's first lesson is that I'm not going to learn something big and profound every week.  Some weeks will pass and I'll feel like I've learned nothing, that's not true.  Maybe I didn't learn anything life altering, but I still learned something.

Here are some of the small things I learned this week:

Don't sit outside in the sun by the pool with your ipad for too long.  It will eventually get too hot and then shut down on you.

Don't do something half way, especially if you have OCD.  Last Spring Dar and I had the pool resurfaced in this amazing turquoise pebble.  To save money we opted to keep the tile as is.  It was in newish condition and we were putting new windows in at the same time so money was flying out of here left and right.  I hate to say this, but every time I'm in the pool that's all I notice.  The old blue tile that doesn't match my pretty turquoise pebble.   

Pay attention when checking out online.  I mailed the new shoes I've been looking forward to receiving all week to someone else's house!!!  Now I have to wait even longer to receive them.

If you haven't worked out in a year, your first time back will be brutal.  I went to yoga on Friday and I swear I feel like someone punched me in the ribs a hundred times.  My upper arms are shaky.  I can barely manage to squat down.  I'm in total pain, but it feels kinda awesome. 

I really do love blue nail polish.

 
I'm offensive sometimes.  You guys get to see it all here on the blog.  Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad, sometimes I have good tips to share, sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm materialistic, sometimes I'm vulnerable and loving.  That's me.  I'm not the simplest of people but I love that I am who I really am here.  It's helped me see myself more clearly.  It's shown me all the good and the bad and I really couldn't imagine not being me here in my own space.  If you don't like it, bye bye.  For those of you who have been here and who take the good with the bad, thank you.  We may not always agree.  I may turn you off sometimes, but I appreciate that you see all of my various sides and that you accept me for who I am.  That's really all I've ever wanted and it means more to me than anything.    

So now please tell me, what have you learned this week.  Big or small anything goes.  Take care good friends and I'll see you soon.  XO.

A Gentle Reminder

Just a random picture from last weekend.

Thank you to my very sweet friend Mariah for the gentle reminder that it might be time for me to write another grateful post.  You knew exactly what I needed and I’m so grateful for that.

Same goes for the sweet friend who asked me to join her for yoga today.  I need to get out of my head and just breathe and that’s what yoga’s all about.

I’m grateful for the free gym membership provided to me by my employer.  It takes away one of my biggest excuses for not working out (it's too expensive) and allows me to go to said yoga class at no cost.

I’m grateful that Poochie scratched up the bedframe today because it means she’s alive and that she’s getting back to her old self.

I’m grateful for Summer Hours which mean I work an extra hour Monday-Thursday and then get to go home at noon on Friday’s.

I’m grateful for Darren who without fail rides the roller coaster of life with me.  Up and down, up and down. 

I’m grateful for fresh croissants with warm ham and cheese.

I'm grateful for my two night getaway to San Francisco in 62 short days, but who's counting :) 

I’m grateful for everything really.   Happy Friday my firends.  May you have a wonderful weekend and please do join Mariah, Miriam and myself on Sunday for the School Of Life Linkup!  See you then.

So Yeah, I'm Totally Judging You!

 
Yeah you, the person who lets their child run wild in the restaurant, airport, grocery store etc. etc. etc.

The person who's garage is so full of shit that they can't park their car(s) in it.

The person who won't loosen up and have a fricken drink every now and then.

The person who drinks convenient store coffee.

The person who's afraid to touch the bathroom door as they exit a public restroom but has no issue throwing their used paper towel on the ground.

The person who's car is always cluttered with crap like clothes, water bottles, empty kleenex boxes etc.

People who don't have pets.

People who don't put trash bags in their trashcans.

People who live in small towns.

People who ask me for money at the gas station so that they can fill up their tank.

People who are married to their high school sweethearts.

So yeah, the list goes on and on.  Nobody said judging is nice/right, but I do it and you know you do too.  So tell me, what types of things do you find yourself judging others for???  

Finding The Girl With The Rabbit

There are parts of myself that I sometimes think are long gone.  That's life though isn't it?  We're continuously changing, growing, moving forward.  In so many ways I love who I am, but I also long to hold onto the girl who hid a rabbit in her dorm room because she couldn't bare the thought of not having a pet.

Freshman year, 1997

 The girl who wasn't afraid to sing karaoke in a crowded dive bar.

The girl who rode dirt bikes.

The girl who took a tickle me Elmo to college with her.

The girl who watched Pretty Woman and Beaches on the weekly.

The girl who's uniform was a pair of Levis, a worn pair of Birkenstocks and a tee shirt.

The girl who never had her nails done and almost always wore her hair in a pony tail.

The girl who's idea of fun was a bonfire and cheap beer.

The girl who didn't care what anyone thought.

The girl who had a blue streak in her hair because why not.

The girl who thought the Red Lobster was a fancy night out.

The girl who didn't need things to make her happy.

The girl who wouldn't dream of sleeping with anything but the quilt her grandma made her.

The carefree girl.