Tuesday, February 12, 2008

How I Shop (Or: Welcome Back to Topic Town)

I love to shop. It is a huge deal to me. (No pun intended.) I simply enjoy the smell of new clothes, fondling them, touching new makeup and fantasizing about how it would look on me...god, I love to shop. I rarely buy full price, working for a major retailer helps out with that, but being a bargain hunter also plays a big role. I like to go by myself, so I can take my time, but I also feel awkward in smaller shops with every person breathing down my neck.

How I choose to spend my money: Makeup, shoes, clothing, books, sushi, and the biggest expense: Leila. Her clothes, her shoes, her books, her toys. More than anything clothes and BOOKS. We like books at our house.

I wish I spent less money on: Coffee. I drink so much coffee they should have to peel me off the ceiling, but it really barely affects me. Getting up so early I have my first latte around 8, and then another around eleven. I don't have any after that so I can go to bed super early.

Speaking of bed, I am super sleepy. I think I am going to go rest my tired, sore body and chastise myself for being a spendy, spendy type of girl. You'll forgive me, right?

Icy Mess and Clean Sweeps

Obama takes VA 64% to 36%.
He busts out in DC 76% to 24%
And another sweep in MD 62% to 46%
Obama now has a slim lead, wow. Wow.

Wow. We are excited about change 'round these parts. Considering the horrible, messy, awful weather we're enduring, the huge turnout is great.

In other news, it's a fucking disaster. We were totally unprepared for this storm. The ground is covered in ice, and people are slipping, sliding, and falling everywhere. There are accidents everywhere, including a 19 car pileup. In the continuing saga of Jackie Can't Do Anything Without Hurting Herself, Ever, Not Even Walk, I busted my ass in front of the metro station. My knee, ass, and thigh are bruised majorly, and I wrenched my arm trying to catch myself. It's ouchy.

I am sad, because I wanted desperately to go shopping tomorrow and it's supposed to be gross and icy all morning. But I am happy, because Obama makes me feel hopeful. But I don't believe in talking politics; people don't change their minds, and sometimes they get downright ugly. So ta.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Why I'm in my current job.

After several years of marriage, a quick question to my then-husband resulted in the snapped answer, "I don't care!" And with that, our marriage dissolved on the floor beneath me. I leaned heavily against the doorjam, sobbing, while he told me he didn't love me anymore.
For three days, I did nothing but cry. I paid a little visit to the psych ward. There were drugs. I went through the motions like maybe I dreamed that ugly scene.
Shortly after, post-therapy, he told me that if I didn't move out, he might kill himself.
I started trying to get my shit together. I went job hunting, flitting through a few companies before landing at Lucy just as I was moving into my new apartment with my awesome roommate. That helped me feel like I was getting my own shit together. I began dating David, a good man, who can deal with The Crazy.
After a bit of time with Lucy, an old manager at Ann Taylor gave me a call, and after about a month I started at Old Navy. I took the logistics position because it's in the morning, and I get more afternoon, evening time with my kid. I mostly like the job, though I am tired all the time.

What I really like about the job is that...it's mine. I did it. I make enough money to not have to ask my ex for help. I am taking care of myself, when I was so very scared that I would be scared and confused and alone and unstable...things were fine. And I am fine.

Still in one piece, as Jason reminds me. Not shattered.

Hoorah for topics

A list, cribbed from raincoaster, on the things you must blog about. And I will blog about. Because I lack words that want to come on their own about just random daily things. So, I shall talk about the following things over the next few weeks.

  1. The Story of My Most Serious Injury
  2. The Person I Admire Most
  3. This Will Be My Epitaph
  4. Why I Love My Hometown
  5. Why I Hate My Hometown
  6. Why I Was a Childhood Bully
  7. How I Shop
  8. How I Choose to Spend My Money
  9. I Wish I Spent Less Money on This
  10. Why I’m in My Current Job
  11. My Ideal Job
  12. My High School Clique
  13. My Worst Subject in School
  14. If I Had a Super Power
  15. Here’s Where My Opinion Differs From the Majority
  16. Why I Voted the Way I Did in the Last Election
  17. Why I Don’t Vote
  18. The Cause I Really Believe In
  19. Why I Came To Religion
  20. Why I Don’t Believe Anymore

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A short delay.

Sorry to my five regular readers. I shall return like, tomorrow. But first, a quick question: Do you mind if I start putting up small chapters of a story I'm working on? It's really all up in my head and I thought that posting pieces of it on a pseudo daily basis would help me to get the story out and get some nice criticism from some good friends. It will be raw and unfinished, and have its awkward moments, but I hope you'll see something good inside. I'm using the Jess and Conner story. It's about love, but it isn't a romance--I hope.

Okay. Thanks guys. I love you.