The Upside...
{the story of a girl}
Trying to look on the bright side here. Yes, I still have a job. Yes, I still have benefits. Yes, I still have free tuition. Who knows for how much longer but, for now, I have them. Them and an extra two weeks of unpaid vacation before June 30, 2009 and one less paycheck this year.
I work in an industry replete with grand ideas, challenges and goals. It's also an environment teeming with incredibly intelligent and altruistic individuals. People who are reaching for the stars and people who have the funds to support those endeavors. Grand, indeed.
Way back (okay, three or so years ago) when I first read and became obsessed with Twilight, the author had posted on her website that her first pick to play Edward Cullen in the movie was Henry Cavill. He will always be Edward in my mind. Robert Pattinson just is not, and never will be, Edward.
I'm in a snarky mood anyway but I just found that book four of the Vampire Academy series will be published in hardback. Why does this tick me off? Because the first three have been published in trade paperback. I hate, hate, HATE when the publisher switches from paperback to hardback half way through a series just to squeak more money out of readers. Holy crap am I mad.
I am so done with boys and their stupidity and their lack of manners. Done with their last-minute invitations and trying to make up for their mistakes with cute text messages. Done with letting them make me second-guess myself and sleep with my cell phone in case they should text me.
While waiting in line last night at the concession stand at the Roadrunners game, I saw the absolute cutest shirt on a woman. It was white, lite sweater-like material with a hood and slight bell sleeves. And it had beaded angel wings on the bag. Very cute, very bling, very boutique-ish. I fell in love with that shirt but didn't have the presence of mind to ask the woman where she'd bought it. (I was at a hockey game and itching to get back to my seat in case I missed a good brawl.)
In my inbox this morning:
Saddle up cowgirl, it’s high time for a
night at the Ranch.
Today, I am trying something new. I brought my workout clothes to work and plan on changing in the locker room before I leave. This will encourage me to stop at the park on the way home and walk. Now, why don't I just go home and change and then go to the park to walk? Because once my tired, 32 year-old body walks in the door of my home, I never, ever want to leave. Well, not until the next morning. So, by changing at work I am motivated to stop and walk. And not go into any stores on the way home. Because, me in spandex? Not a pretty site. Yet.
I can't figure this out.
Because some days it is all I can do to put one foot in front of the other:
"No amount of falls will really undo us if we keep on picking ourselves up each time. We shall of course be very muddy and tattered children by the time we reach home. But the bathrooms are all ready, the towels put out, and the clean clothes in the airing cupboard. The only fatal thing is to lose one's temper and give it up. It is when we notice the dirt that God is most present in us; it is the very sign of His presence." -C. S. Lewis
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with today's post, but I'm longing to lie on a tropical beach and warm myself. It's about 55 degrees right now (which is warmer than when I spent the holidays in Utah) but I can't seem to get warm.
I like quotes. I like Nike quotes. I like to hang Nike quotes on my bathroom mirror and fridge and bedroom wall in the hopes that they will motivate. Quotes such as:
I have spent the last 4 1/2 days running around with my crazy crew of friends and being very unproductive. Which, as it turns out, is exactly my idea of perfection.