Last weekend: went to Ohio (pronounced oh'-hee-oh) and visited with siblings, rents, and grandparents. Woke up Saturday morning with a cute little mouse on my toe. For the record, and in all honesty, I was VERY calm. It ran around the room, we left; it ran around the house, we sat; it ran into the bathroom, Dad followed. No more mouse. Poor guy.
After a charity pancake breakfast and some shopping, I got to see Grandma in action when she smushed a big, fat, black spider on the counter with her fingers without a single flinch. (Never gonna be me, folks.) We got some good guitar time in, which always feeds my soul, and I got to see Emmers' India pictures before we made the trip back to Chicago. And..... scene.
Now that I'm back, work is overwhelming, class is overwhelming, the filthy house is overwhelming, and my big, fat gut is overwhelming. Some of us can only do one thing at a time. So! I'm working to preserve my optimism. I revel in compliments at work, and use them to fuel motivation for those intimidating tasks. Went for a jog/walk tonight. And even though I had to walk three quarters of it, I got one kissy face from a cyclist, and one "nice buns, honey" from a group of trouble-makers standing on the corner. Clearly, I'm hot stuff.
Remember that song, "standin' on the corner, watchin' all the girls go byyyyyyyy"? That's me! I'm the girl!
So even though I feel bloated and creaky, with full blown allergies, I'm focusing on the good stuff. I've got fixins for grandma's bean soup over there in the kitchen, I've got some research to do for class, in which I'm doing very well so far, and there's a guitar here a-callin my name.
Booyah.
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