I’m been feeling like my memories are dreams lately. As if they aren’t real to anyone but me. I’m a reminiscent type of person. “Remember when?” I like to recall everything. To maybe feel it again or see if others saw it the same as me. But there isn't much of that lately.
My boss is awesome. She was born in the UK and lived in California. She has her MBA. She has a darling little family. She rides a freaking cute red scooter when the weather is nice. She is slender and naturally pretty. She is articulate, smart and direct. She manages her team amazingly well. She just got a really cute tattoo. She doesn’t fit any perfect stereotype of the working mom or any woman. I completely envy her. I want my own lil’ crop of kidlets and a career but have the ability to remain unique.
This summer has been endless. And I hope it stays that way. We’ve done a bit of hiking and are planning some more trips. These trips may require taking a whole backpack of things up with a tent. A tent that will be placed on the ground, subjected to wild animals. I am just trying to remind myself that there is terror in adventure. Terror in the form of snakes. Every hike we’ve gone on has had a minimum of one snake! That’s resulted in me not being able to walk through grassy wilderness areas without a full heaving, sweating panic attack.
Dave’s birthday is Monday and I have 2/3 of his gift. I’m pretty excited to give him it, take him out to a nice dinner and really show him that he is appreciated. Celebrating birthdays for loved ones are a big deal to me cause it’s not often you are forced to share that special day, unlike Christmas , Mother’s/Father’s Day, Valentines and such. I again have such envy because Dave has a summer birthday. When I was little, everyone had their parties at the neighborhood pool. Thinking about it as an adult, those parties were pretty fun. Barbeque, slides, piñatas and swimming. And then I get early January in Utah. That is cold, slushy and a bit gloomy after the holidays. So I will secretly (considering maybe 4 people read this blog) celebrate for myself with Dave!
I’m learning how to remove wallpaper. In 8 rooms. This is a hefty project that is eating a large bit of my spare time but in the end, it will look amazing! If anyone ever requests info about wallpapering and I yell/call you names, I'm just bitter. It's not personal. Unless you really do put that wallpaper up....
Well, that’s me lately. Questions? Anyone? Comments? Bueller? Is anyone in there?
Summertime! Enjoy it before it’s gone!
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2 comments:
fucking snakes! I applaud your hiking though, there is no way I'm going near any snakes!
I'm with you on the wallpaper. I'm pretty sure it was invented by someone who hates people. I loathe the thought of inheriting my parents house because of all the wallpaper my mother has put up. Well, and the whole them having to die first thing. I do loathe that more than the wallpaper.
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