This week is a week of lists. Things to mark off, things to do, things to buy, things to cook, things to take care of, things to remember. One thing I successfully marked off was the end of my career as a liquor slinger. I worked my official last shift there. It was a job that was more fun than lucrative, and I will miss seeing the some of people, and my employee discount. However I will not miss giving my weekends up, closing and driving home after dark, and the vast array of people who I just don't care much for. (Just keeping it real on here today).
I am still working 3 other jobs, so I feel ok about giving one up.
Cameron texted me this photo of the shower curtain that I bought for him (I am totally still laughing). I think it looks amazing! It matches his bathroom sign too! I know he is not trying too hard to find a new woman yet, but when he finds one, I am sure she will immediately want to marry him when she sees his bathroom decor! And if he brings someone home, and she hates it, he needs to dump her a$$ immediately - she is not the one. It is a good gauge.
If you know me in real life, you know that I dress pretty much the same way every day. Jeans, or jean shorts, t shirts, occasionally I have to throw on something nicer, and I do own a pair of slacks, but I hate them, and if I have to put them on, I balk and try to figure out how to get out of going to the event because - yuck! Last year, I was in a wedding and felt that I had to dress up, so I purchased the first dress that I have owned in probably 15 years. I did wear the dress to the wedding, and I have worn it a couple of times since (Harper and Saige's confirmation, a funeral). Mostly, if I have to dress up, I just stay home. I do not like dressing up, it makes me feel uncomfortable, and I do not think that the make clothes for people like me - you know - short, big boobs. They just don't. The best pair of slacks I ever had were actually capri pants - because I am 5 foot 2 and pants are just not made for short people. When Madison got married, Andrew announced that he and his groomsmen were wearing jeans. I said that is fine, but if you can wear jeans, I can wear jean shorts. He shrugged and told me to knock myself out. Well, this weekend is Colin's wedding. It feels a little bit more dressy (in a church). I felt that a dress was needed. The dress I bought for the last wedding has 2 flaws - one it is long sleeved and this is an August wedding, and 2 - the dress is black and the wedding colors are black and while - the bridesmaids are wearing black dresses, so I didn't want to look like I was dressing like the bridesmaids. Dilemma for me because I love black, and will always choose that color if I am picking out something to wear. Black is out, long sleeves are definitely out, but I did find a dress that I liked, and I took a chance and ordered it, and it fit (success). I even like it as much as I will ever like any dress. I also bought myself a new pair of nice sandals to wear with it. I don't often buy myself things, and it is rare that I spend this kind of money on clothes and shoes for myself,. The same day the shoes arrived, I lost my big toenail. As in, I was trimming my nails and the whole thing fell off in my hand. Yes, I am serious. Yes I know it is random as heck. Yes I absolutely did panic - because helloooooo the new shoes - are sandals with open toes. Of course they are. This random weirdness only happens to me. Am I stupid enough to think that anyone at a wedding will be paying attention to my toenails? No. Am I vain enough that I care? Absolutely! Am I a white trash innovator? YES I am! My first plan - I will just polish the toe skin - you know - draw on a nail and nobody will know. I tried that. The problem is that the part of the nail that is still there (and it is very little) is very bumpy and made this plan not work. Plan B - build myself a fake toenail out of a thumbnail in a press on nail kit. Clearly, on a list of stupid things I have done, this isn't even in the top 50. But you know what? It worked! Can you tell which toe it is? And ignore my polish job - I am not done touching things up because I got interrupted. You can't even tell. I have asked a few people I saw around town this morning and they can't tell. I am wedding ready!
Last night, Jim and the girls and I worked our buns off doing lawn work. I then had to water my berry beds, after untangling the hoses. I got inside and drowned my sorrows and sore shoulders in a shower and then went to work on the toe problems. It was late, and I was waiting for the polish to dry so I could clean the edges, when in walks Quincy. She reminded me that she had an appointment to get her car looked at today and we needed to drop it off last night because nobody has time in the mornings for that. I looked around for someone who would take her that was not me. Unfortunately, everyone else was in bed. So at 11:30, rather than cleaning up my polish mishaps, I ran to Carbondale. When I got home, I crashed in bed and forgot all about it. Tonight I will have time - right? Tonight I will totally have time to clean up nail polish right between cooking food for the weekend and packing to leave for the wedding, and making lists for the girls and....
I guess if you read this blog, or if you know me in life, you are already aware I am weird, lack filters, and maybe do not do traditional problem solving. I guess just be glad I own it.
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