mathey-sort

Refuses is of the mathey-sort.

and I am of the debty-sort.  I would like to think in  a perfect world, I could impress him with my google doc budgets and cash flow reports, but let’s face it- I have $125.00 until Feb. 25 and can’t figure out how to pay my rent and my credit card in the same pay period.

So when Refuses helped me make a budget (whosehorriblyeffedupideawasthat?), and I was notified of my impending doom that is my financial situation, positive outlook on life is not what came to mind.

Turns out the running shoes, clothes, perfume, magnets, and fabulously sexy valentine’s day lingere is going to have to wait.

Looks like I better add a stinking tab to that spreadsheet and title it “Wishlist.”

blah.

grace in small things: twenty nine

5. girlfriends.

4. Sparkpeople.com I have been tracking my food and excercise here all week- and though THEREMUSTBEANEASIERWAY and it is awfully annoying, I have been eating way more dried mangoes and way less cookies

3. Girl Scout cookies. Let’s get excited that you don’t have to order them 4 months ahead of time anymore.

2. Brothers. Rock.

1. Self-exploration (ahem.)

inspiration Tuesday

For some reason, I woke up on the sunny side of the bed.

This was perfect:

Loving this poster from Etsy seller 3LambsGraphics. It is an Abraham Lincoln quote that just felt right this morning.

Then I watched Lemonade. and am feeling awfully inspired.

grace in small things: twenty eight

5. That a perfectly shitty day can be fixed with someecards.com

4. That a perfectly shitty Tuesday can be fixed with $2 tacos and a margarita

3. Kittens that get cute and cuddly at the end of the night, after an entire day of pure destruction.

2. Not getting a job that maybe wasn’t the right fit.

1. Reading. is. awesome. when you have a book that keeps going.

a love that is comfy

I am in a love that is comfy and kind. It involves running and staying put all at the same time. It is sure in itself, unwavering in professing its feelings, consistent in hiding its doubt.

I am working with a love that is constant and mushy and there when you need it. I am working with hot and steamy and long-distance

and all I can think about is why I typed “I am working with” instead of “I am in.”

hmm.

grace in small things: twenty seven

5. A sudden burst of inspiration genius regarding new projects.

4. Someone actually may be able to help me with my “new projects”

3. I applied to that mystery part time evening/weekend job that I never thought I’d find.

2. Now if only I could land it.

1. My eyes being all blurry after a crazy spin class. Battle against the bf weight: 1. Eyes:0

DIY partners in crime

My daddio and I make a great team. Mostly because I have these fabulously ignorant dreams of painting furniture and rehabbing old picture frames, and my dad actually possess some semblance of painting know-how.

$8

Sanding- lots of sanding; and even fewer fingernails were spared.

2 coats of primer.

2 coats of paint.

Even more coats of clear coat.

Magnetic Board

old frame, spray paint and a sheet of galvanized steel, cut to fit

look where you’re walking

Whoa. Talk about a year.
1. I bitched, moaned and cried about my job.
2. Then I got a new one.
3. For less money.
4.  But I eventually paid off my dad.
5. I loved my roommate, and we moved downtown.
6. I did DIY projects, on the cheap.
7. We got kitties. I mean I learned how to live with kitties.
8. I fell in love. and then sucked at realizing it. and then we got back together.
9. I cut up two credit cards.
10. I found a direction for my career, for now.

going to look forward- but making sure I don’t run into a pole while looking back.

gone for too long

I was gone for too long because I was all sorts of happy. The kind of happy that makes you lay in bed with a boy watching Shawshank Redemption, UP, National Treasure (2?), and WALLE while eating Captain Crunch.

Bliss, I tell you. And I watched Avatar and Zombieland in the same weekend- because honestly we were kind of on a movie kick.

And then I came back, to a not so serious crashing around me. Nothing drastic or life threating, but the stress that is WEIGHING on my chest is almost palpable. All I could think is I shouldn’t feel this bad, because I didn’t lose my job, and I can stil pay my rent, my mom (kinda) loves me, and so do my friends. My car hasn’t died on me and I haven’t been robbed.

In fact- nothing remarkable at all happened. But the stress at work is compounding, and the stress from not being able to pay off my credit cards has taken a liking to depriving me of sleep, and calm, and peace. The stress from stupid health issues, and catching a cold, and the stress of whether or not Refuses and I fit, and the worrying over the work life balance, it all feels as though my basket is full with items that I can’t seem to conquer. The stress from being stressed out about nothing is getting to me.

And it is affecting just about every speck of life.

a completely barfy weeked

Our Company’s Holiday party was Friday and me and 2 coworkers went out after. We stumbled home shitty shitty drunk, and my coworker (who I barely know) proceeded to barf all over the tile floors in my living room. Seeing as I was passed out on the couch and couldn’t do more than crawl to my own bed, my roommate, after arriving home at 2:30 am herself, cleaned up the mess.

She gets a prize.

Barfy coworker on the other hand does not. He flushed a huge was of paper towels down the toilet, clogged the toiled, flushed again, overflowed the toilet, then puked on the mess and fled the scene.

I woke up to my roommate recapping the living room barf, and me discovering my soggy toilet barf water covered bath room.

Seriously, the only thing I was stoked on Saturday morning was that my hangover wasn’t that bad, and at least I wasn’t my coworker.

So after eating breakfast, buying a plunger at 9:00 am, and cleaning barfy toilet water, the only thing I had left to do was unclog the toilet. Only I couldn’t do it.

It literally took hours of plunging before the clog freed itself, and finally I was free of a puke filled bathroom.

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So I showered (duh!) and headed to LA to hang out with Refuses. Where we had a relatively casual party with his roommates, cousin, and sister, and a smidgen too much Patron. I was on high alert from having been drunk not-to-long ago and passed out on the early end of the party.

Refuses on the other hand blacked out and barfed all over the place, and on carpet no less!

He had never gotten sick with me before but let’s just put it this way, I saw the barbeque AFTER.

I went to bed and Refuses kinda cleaned, and on Sunday I watched football and Refuses was still cleaning.

Gross. Once again, I was just thankful it wasn’t me.