At 34, I’m finally grown up…

It took me 34 years, but I finally feel like an adult. Funny, I never knew I didn’t, until I did. I’m sure this sounds strange to those of you who have always felt your age- or older. But for me, I’ve always felt younger and been treated younger. And sure that’s good in some ways, and I’ll always be young at heart, but there’s a big part of me that finally feels like an adult. There are some very important aspects of being emotionally and spiritually healthy that come with “adulthood” and I think I was missing some of those, until now. Life is definitely something to be celebrated!

A FOOL for Valentine’s Day!

Because I love hearts, the color pink and love. I can browse online for hours looking at all the little Valentines day gifts for sale. They’re all red and pink and heart-y and sweet and corny, and I’m all about it! I sit there with a goofy smile on my face in a glorious love-filled daze browsing all this beautiful, romantic “stuff”. Mugs, shirts, panties, signs, stickers, candies, flowers and oils all make me go Ahhhhhh!! I’ve decided that if I had it my way, my heaven would be surrounded by pink heart prettiness! Of course, having a boyfriend who I’m madly in love with and who I consider my very best friend helps too. Valentine’s Day, here I come!

This is how I feel sometimes…seriously

Miniflowers has arrived!

Check out my new sweet ride. It’s like a bulldog, all stocky and tough and thick and fast!!

What makes me laugh?

This had me laughing for a good 15 mins. Seriously, laughing where no sound is coming out and you’re not even really breathing. Enjoy. Or don’t. 

My friend, M.

Let me tell you about her. She’s beautiful, funny, interesting, has an IQ higher than most, and stands taller than most women. Some might be intimidated by her stature; at 5′10 with long blonde hair, people notice her. But the thing about M, the thing that I love that about her, is her gentle heart. She’s a trusting soul and she has a lot of love to give. She’s just looking for someone to share that with. She wants that, just like the rest of us, and she deserves it. I’m writing about her tonight because she’s going through a tough time. She needs a true friend and I hate that I can’t be there for her.  I left her when I left Florida, but I think about her every day. So this is my homage to M. It’s not much, but I hope it gets my point across. 

 

And to M, I say this. Continue to stand tall and beautiful and stay true to yourself.  I love you and I’ll be seeing you soon.

Shoes: They’ll be the death of me!

This is a rant. I’m so fucking sick of not being able to find cool looking shoes that fit. I’ve ordered about 10 different boot/heals types from Zappos, and not one fit. I finally found a pair of heals that I was able to keep, only b/c it had a strap to hold the damn things on my feet! Yesterday I thought things had changed. I went on ninewest.com and found 2 different pairs of black boots, both sizes 5! Amazing! And on clearance at that! So today I’m checking the status, and it still says “new”. I call customer service to make sure there isn’t a problem with my precious shoes that I’ve waited so long for. The apathetic customer service rep tells me they’re on back order. Actually, not even back order. They’re not making either of those boots anymore. So for 15 days they’ll search other stores and warehouses for the shoes, and if they dont’ find them I’m shit of luck. Un-fucking-believable. I mean really, how hard can it be to find a nice, pretty, hip, normal pair of black boots or heals in a size 5???? I’m so over this shit. See, it’s not that I WANT to be a fashion disaster, it’s that I don’t have a choice!

NOT the smartest thing this nurse ever did

I’ve had a cold for the last few days. I’m starting to get over it, so the mucous is working it’s way out. Usually through my nose but also by dripping down the back of my throat. Now, the question is, what on earth made me think that eating chocolate covered raisins and drinking a coke would sit nicely with a belly full of snot? So, as to be expected, I sit here at work with an ache in my belly and a frown on my face, feeling about 6 years old

“The Shining”, in a different light.

This is genius. It’s the only word that does it justice. Check it out and enjoy!