Dysfunction Suits Me

My day off. And what did I do? Yep, I cleaned. I mean CLEANED! Something that I quit doing. WoW! I really did let my life and my "self" go to complete shit for the last couple of years. And ultimately that was my fault in the end...I mean it was directly my fault, but indirectly it was because of Peter Pan Syndrome...I think you know what I mean. I've said it all before...I quit going to the gym, I quit tanning, I quit being a mom, I quit cleaning...and organizing which I've said before I'm a freak about organizing. So, today I finally got the last of the "shit" out of my apartment. It smells good...like me...it looks good...and I even rearranged stuff so that it would feel like a new start...new shower curtain (I told you I was a linen whore!)...hung up some new art...It's refreshing...and it was cleansing...theraputic...I cried a lot...but the good kind of crying...a release... And I had the weirdest lunch....mini corndogs...and I made a ...

So, my birthday started on Sunday with my mom cooking prime rib and potato salad (my choice!), and a carrot cake w/ homemade icing! Yum! My sister got me the cutest pair of Uggs and "Gabby" (aka my dad) got me an MP3 player (Means I have no excuse not to do cardio!). Then today I woke up to a happy birthday call from Joshy...got to work where my desk was decorated with pink balloons, and a present of some bath and body works stuff. They made me a cake too...yellow with chocolate frosting! My fav! They also got me a great card and a gift card to WalMark...Yay, Shopping! Then my cell phone was overloaded with all the best wishes from friends and family....For lunch, Josh ordered me lunch, met me in the lobby, gave me money, and sent me on my way to pick it up (he couldn't leave for lunch)...delicious tacos from Order Up! When I got back to work from lunch I had some really pretty yellow and pink flowers waiting for me on my desk from whom other than Jess the Greates...

A few months ago I was terrified of turning 30. I didn't want it to happen. But, as the day actually nears, I'm not scared at all...I'm actually looking forward to it. I suppose there are some negatives to it...like I really should give up the last of the graphic tees...but I've been doing some really good things with my life, and it looks like turning the big 3-0 can only make it better. Want some good things about turning 30? 1. Thirty really is the new 20...and I have proof...I've had some experience in the last couple of years of knowing first hand that 20 is the new 10. 2. I really am a grown up...and I feel like one for the first time. I feel like my struggle in life is in a whole new place...family, career, me, and good friends...those are top priority...instead of drinking, fun, and fun friends... 3. Thirty sounds better than the infamous out in la-la land 29. 4. I look better at 30 than I did at 15. 5. I feel in control. 6. I see now what all tho...

Just so you know...my computer is sitting here, on the floor, next to me...at my parent's house!!! Woo Hoo! I've taken the first step in getting it fixed...but alas, there it sits...I'm not the only slacker in the family! Also, I turn 30 in less than 20 days...

I'm Going Bananas Every afternoon I've been grabbing a banana from the pantry at work for my afternoon snack. The other day I walked into the pantry and was super excited that there was a perfect banana! No black spots, and just a little green at the top...just the way I like them! My usual routine is to cut the banana up, put it in a bowl, and eat it with a fork at my desk. So, on this particular day I started to peel my banana...and I kept peeling...and then I felt my cheeks start to flush...I realized that I was starting to get worried that someone else might walk in...this banana was huge...almost the size of a plantain...and I was feeling like I was doing something horribly obscene! I had found the Dirk Digler of bananas. But luckily, no one did walk in to find my embarrassingly cutting up the banana. So, I waked quietly back to my disk, and quietly laughed to myself as my flushed cheeks returned to their normal shade. The Mystery of the Bugle Do you know what a bugle is? ...