Would've been cooler....
I just wasted thirty minutes trying to find the bag and the cell phone case I bought yesterday while out with friends. It would have been cool if I could I have showed you pictures. I am very proud of my new purse. It is canvas, grey, covered in bright-ass stars and a embroidered peace sign on it. Sure, lame to you, but kick-ass to me. Why? I will tell you; It is me in a handbag.
Grey is the color of half-mourning. Mazzy was my bright-ass star. My name, Chessy, is actually a derivative of a Slavic name meaning "peace" or "peaceful one."
See? Me. In a handbag.
Mom's chemical stress test went better than the last one. I am becoming more and more confident in the new cardiologist and his entire staff. They were able to put her at ease while stalking her outside and making her put the damn cigarette down. Go Staff!
Friday I went with two co-workers, Jenn and Jess, to The Woodlands to look for Jess' wedding jewelry. We met with Val, because we all know that I can't do anything unless Val is involved, and shopped like the girls we can sometimes be. Everyone walked away with little gifts for themselves, because we are the most important thing, right? (So are you. Take care of you.)
After parting from the giant accessory trading company place with the low, low prices and the fantastic finds, Val and I played some Sing Star at my place. We did the 80's one, which was cool because it was the 80's and we knew the words. I can do a mean version of Final Countdown. At the top of my lungs. Hermione ran downstairs to hide with my mom about two songs in, but we had fun. I wasn't even declared 'tone deaf' once this time. Really. I was so excited to be a 'hopeful' that I peed a little the first time.
Today? Well, today I sold lattes. I worked a full shift. Go me.
It was so beautiful outside that I wished that I could just walk away from the store and ... that's it, really. Just walk and let it be beautiful all around me. The wind was sharp and cold, but the sun was warm. The clouds muffled much of the harshness of the February sky, making the outside feel nearly foreign to me. The weather made me miss Philadelphia and my early morning stumble two blocks over for coffee. The way that I could walk anywhere I wanted to in that city. I missed the way that I felt free. I didn't belong to anyone and no one belonged to me.
I get that way, sometimes. Not that I would trade Adam for anything, but I miss being that young of heart. I miss being adventurous because if something bad happened it wouldn't really affect any one's life but my own. Now I have to be careful because people would be hurt if I was hurt. My tapestry is so deeply entwined in the lives around me that I think of a hundred different people being changed by one thoughtless move on my part. It keeps me acting like a grown-up. Maybe life is more dull, but I feel like a better, more enriched person at the end of the day.
Tomorrow is starting off with a breakfast torture session with Adam and both of our mothers. The two women get along. They get along too well, really, causing for some of the most excruciating meals of my already tortured life.
Next week is loaded with doctor's appointments (for mom), work (for me), and social obligations (for both me and Adam.) I am hoping that I can find the energy to complete all of my tasks. As long as I tackle the house tomorrow, giving it a good cleaning, keeping the surface areas picked up shouldn't be much of a problem. I will probably have to bow out of any extra social things, though. I need to be domestic for a week. I have a feeling that I have been stretching myself too thin.
Who, me?
Right.
Grey is the color of half-mourning. Mazzy was my bright-ass star. My name, Chessy, is actually a derivative of a Slavic name meaning "peace" or "peaceful one."
See? Me. In a handbag.
Mom's chemical stress test went better than the last one. I am becoming more and more confident in the new cardiologist and his entire staff. They were able to put her at ease while stalking her outside and making her put the damn cigarette down. Go Staff!
Friday I went with two co-workers, Jenn and Jess, to The Woodlands to look for Jess' wedding jewelry. We met with Val, because we all know that I can't do anything unless Val is involved, and shopped like the girls we can sometimes be. Everyone walked away with little gifts for themselves, because we are the most important thing, right? (So are you. Take care of you.)
After parting from the giant accessory trading company place with the low, low prices and the fantastic finds, Val and I played some Sing Star at my place. We did the 80's one, which was cool because it was the 80's and we knew the words. I can do a mean version of Final Countdown. At the top of my lungs. Hermione ran downstairs to hide with my mom about two songs in, but we had fun. I wasn't even declared 'tone deaf' once this time. Really. I was so excited to be a 'hopeful' that I peed a little the first time.
Today? Well, today I sold lattes. I worked a full shift. Go me.
It was so beautiful outside that I wished that I could just walk away from the store and ... that's it, really. Just walk and let it be beautiful all around me. The wind was sharp and cold, but the sun was warm. The clouds muffled much of the harshness of the February sky, making the outside feel nearly foreign to me. The weather made me miss Philadelphia and my early morning stumble two blocks over for coffee. The way that I could walk anywhere I wanted to in that city. I missed the way that I felt free. I didn't belong to anyone and no one belonged to me.
I get that way, sometimes. Not that I would trade Adam for anything, but I miss being that young of heart. I miss being adventurous because if something bad happened it wouldn't really affect any one's life but my own. Now I have to be careful because people would be hurt if I was hurt. My tapestry is so deeply entwined in the lives around me that I think of a hundred different people being changed by one thoughtless move on my part. It keeps me acting like a grown-up. Maybe life is more dull, but I feel like a better, more enriched person at the end of the day.
Tomorrow is starting off with a breakfast torture session with Adam and both of our mothers. The two women get along. They get along too well, really, causing for some of the most excruciating meals of my already tortured life.
Next week is loaded with doctor's appointments (for mom), work (for me), and social obligations (for both me and Adam.) I am hoping that I can find the energy to complete all of my tasks. As long as I tackle the house tomorrow, giving it a good cleaning, keeping the surface areas picked up shouldn't be much of a problem. I will probably have to bow out of any extra social things, though. I need to be domestic for a week. I have a feeling that I have been stretching myself too thin.
Who, me?
Right.
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