I so enjoy mornings.
I enjoy the sound of coffee beans grinding in my little handheld grinder. (sorry, keurig folks, but you are MISSING OUT!) I love the aroma of the fresh raw beans followed by their being turned into the coffee I so enjoy.
this morning before getting out of bed, I wished that I could close my eyes and wake up tomorrow morning in my Charlotte condo. I would love to go sit on my deck all alone and spend half the day reading and blogging over coffee. I miss the open sky and hearing the golfers on whole 9 here and there as they came around. I miss the clean whiteness and space of my condo. that would be amazing to just get that for one day, but that is gone forever, from what I know.
this week I had to get a cake, oh yes, you recall, for one of my coworker's birthdays. I had my first female cab driver. She was very friendly. I kinda loved that, though I wonder what her story is. maybe she always wanted to drive a cab or maybe she just has a lot of mouths to feed. maybe she is thebomb.com of her family. She was middle-aged and did a great job...I mean she pulled the same stunt the rest of them do on my kind self when you can't make a certain turn, they say "is it alright if i just drop you off here at this corner since I can't make a turn on this street?" I don't know why they do that. It makes the most sense to me to just do what the person asked exactly b/c they still get paid while it's ticking even if they have to take me 4 blocks around to pull in front of where I requested. Sometimes I think they don't want to end going in whichever direction that would take them. I don't know.
This week my NASCAR friends are back in Daytona. waking up to a sorta-drunk text from Ash and Dharmay set my morning off right. I mean it was 12:50am or something, so, if I remember correctly with the party starting at 10 or 11pm...they wouldn't be THAT drunk right?! :-) such fond memories of Daytona and the g.m.r. party. I'm glad I blogged a lot around those times. I should go back and remember. I'll be thinking of my friends working their butts off over this big kickoff weekend to the season. So much hard work and fun play!
this week also, the french boss's mom came to the office. I excitedly greeted her. She wasn't overly joyful, but I thought she was great. I was so giddy to meet her as she had to come pick up his keys at the office. I think it's because I know so little about most the people I work with, but when you meet someone's family, it's automatically sorta a peek into their soul. Come to find out, he does not like his mom at all. Yesterday, I was thanking him again for letting me meet his mom. (i know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but I guess it goes to show how little I have gotten to know these people even though I try.) He said, something to the extent of, he doesn't even like to be around her or near her it just creeps him out (i forget the wording he used), but I totally understand. I am not close with my dad at all and haven't been, so I totally get it. I don't know at all his story and am quite curious what makes a person feel this way - though, I'm sure, at this point it's just a life of whatever the situation is/was. I love my dad and spend time with Him because I know it's what God calls me to do. As a person, he has given me no reason to do this. One may argue that it's poor if it's out of obligation, but over time, as I continue to press on, God softens my heart and opens my eyes. This doesn't clear things away, but it helps me to understand that I'm not just choosing to love out of vain or to follow a rule that God has set before us, but I actually believe God can change hearts - both mine and my dad's.
I told my boss yesterday that I totally get it. I said, you know, why is it though if I told you I felt the same way about my dad, then I would be weird or have issues. He said that he would "get that." In my mind, I thought, wow, human connection there. You know how girls are said to have "daddy issues" and that term can be thrown around some time. and also, growing up in the south, the idea to be "daddy's little girl" just never was, so you don't really want to broadcast..."hello, i'm different and that's not my life."
then it crosses my mind as it does sometimes, wow, what if we were all okay with saying we're broken, saying we have issues. Let's show our wounds and our scars. But I get it, that's naive thinking that would happen and honestly, we all prefer to see a pretty package with a bow on top - being our lives and what we want people to think of them.
This whole thing was just a good part of the week for me. I also laughed insanely when, in my excitement, as I was saying goodbye as they walked to the elevator, I am all "it was SOO NICE to meet you. come back again if you like."
then I thought DOEEEGHGH!!! I wasn't supposed to tell her to come back I'm sure.
I broke into giddy laughter.
not cool. not playing it cool at all.
you're not supposed to say to someone that your friend doesn't like to come back. I invited her back.
though I'm sure she won't come, I was hysterical b/c i just thought it was so funny.
I told him this. He said "i'm glad you're so amused by this"
that's okay. I think the amusement in his life and the rest of these people in office has gone up by leaps and bounds since I've been around. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not the life of the party, but surely the joy has increased.
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Yesterday the sun was shining so bright. Today it's overcast and rainy. I guess I'll carry along my new polkadot umbrella.
I didn't go to the gym this morning. I wasn't even that tired, I just couldn't pull myself out of bed. #ohwell. I go a body sculpt - strength training class on Friday at lunch that I really enjoy so I will do that. Did I tell you that I told the instructor that I should get his name written on my tush?! I did. I am in so much pain sometimes in that class as I do the exercises and push myself to work my muscles. I thought, when my butt looks awesome, it will all be due to his class. mmm..so I told him this. that I was considering getting his name tattooed on my ass because he is going to own it.
inappropriate? no? okay, yes? shrugs, it happened.
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Tuesday night was comedy show at Sweet with a group of different friends - one of my coworkers, a friend of a friend, my roomie and one of her friends. A guy from SNL, Will Forte, was playing co-host with Seth Herzog. we got there early and got half off the amazing old-style cocktails. This means we got to hang out and chat a bit before going downstairs to the lil basement for the comedy show. It was great as always. laughed so hard!! just need to laugh in this city and that provides it. for $5, can't beat it! next Tuesday is already on the books!
oh and bowling league. did I tell you that I joined a bowling league with my friend michelle and two of her friends?! it's in brooklyn on wednesday night. the kickoff party is in 2 weeks, I think. It will be like when I was in skeeball league :-) except that I won't know several of the teams and I, hopefully, won't have to ever wear a tacky Christmas sweater and freak people out with an anxiety attack over getting out of the car wearing tacky Christmas sweater. Our team name is "STRIKE a pose"... get it?! get it?! :-) i'll have to post a team pic when we get our shirts!
I hope you have the best Friday, and if you're read this far. i love you. if you stopped at the title and skimmed to the bottom I love you too. how blessed are we to have THIS friday?! mmhmm.
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