Friday, February 11, 2011
it's friday, again @ 9:26 AM
It's already Friday, wowza! I'm excited about today.
I guess I should be, I'm alive and that's enough to
be excited about. Other than that I'm really not sure
why there's this "thrill" in my spirit today. We paid
rent and other various bills, we're going grocery
shopping tonight and as much as I love food I
feel confident in saying that it's not necessarily the
highlight of my oh, so enchanting life (just a sparkle),
I really can't put my finger on it but I am just as giddy
as a schoolgirl. I'm never giddy. Okay, on occasion, but
those occasions are very seldom. I'm a serious person.
Pwahahahaha! But really, I'm partially disturbed over this
excitement. I wrote a paper at 8am for a class at 9am.
I also showed up less than the mess I usually am, proud
moment for sure but again, not the highlight of my day...
I think I know what it is! Garrison has had the pleasure of
waking me up every morning at 530 because homeboy can't
hear his alarm waking him up--so I do. Then he showers and
turns on every light in every room he goes into (minus our
bedroom, I stopped that one immediately) and proceeds to
wake me up several more times before finally departing, oh
and one final time to kiss me goodbye (that one I like, a lot).
I usually wake up, alone. It's no fun. In fact I hate it. It brings
back memories of loneliness. A time I never want to return
to, being newly weds. Garrison worked a job (which we are
still grateful for) that kept him all night. He left at 11pm and
returned again by 6am most days. I slept alone, every night.
It was miserable. I never slept with my husband. I hated it.
Recently our schedules have allowed us to sleep together, finally!
But this whole morning routine is off because I no longer work in
the mornings. Now I am alone when I wake up. I have no one to
talk to so I sometimes talk to myself, lame I know. (Now I totally
understand why moms talk to themselves.)
But today Garrison slept in. He didn't have to go to the capitol.
No carpool at 630am for him. He cuddled me and saw me leave
the house all dressed for work and kissed me goodbye, told me I
looked great, stuff us girls love to hear. I think that's it. I feel so
incredibly loved that it's as if nothing in the world can stop me
right now. Yeah, that's it. Being loved does something to you
that makes you feel invincable. It makes you feel like there's
absolutely nothing you can't do and it's sound truth. If someone
is supporting your decisions what do you have to lose? NOTHING!
Friday, February 11, 2011
it's friday, again @ 9:26 AM
It's already Friday, wowza! I'm excited about today.
I guess I should be, I'm alive and that's enough to
be excited about. Other than that I'm really not sure
why there's this "thrill" in my spirit today. We paid
rent and other various bills, we're going grocery
shopping tonight and as much as I love food I
feel confident in saying that it's not necessarily the
highlight of my oh, so enchanting life (just a sparkle),
I really can't put my finger on it but I am just as giddy
as a schoolgirl. I'm never giddy. Okay, on occasion, but
those occasions are very seldom. I'm a serious person.
Pwahahahaha! But really, I'm partially disturbed over this
excitement. I wrote a paper at 8am for a class at 9am.
I also showed up less than the mess I usually am, proud
moment for sure but again, not the highlight of my day...
I think I know what it is! Garrison has had the pleasure of
waking me up every morning at 530 because homeboy can't
hear his alarm waking him up--so I do. Then he showers and
turns on every light in every room he goes into (minus our
bedroom, I stopped that one immediately) and proceeds to
wake me up several more times before finally departing, oh
and one final time to kiss me goodbye (that one I like, a lot).
I usually wake up, alone. It's no fun. In fact I hate it. It brings
back memories of loneliness. A time I never want to return
to, being newly weds. Garrison worked a job (which we are
still grateful for) that kept him all night. He left at 11pm and
returned again by 6am most days. I slept alone, every night.
It was miserable. I never slept with my husband. I hated it.
Recently our schedules have allowed us to sleep together, finally!
But this whole morning routine is off because I no longer work in
the mornings. Now I am alone when I wake up. I have no one to
talk to so I sometimes talk to myself, lame I know. (Now I totally
understand why moms talk to themselves.)
But today Garrison slept in. He didn't have to go to the capitol.
No carpool at 630am for him. He cuddled me and saw me leave
the house all dressed for work and kissed me goodbye, told me I
looked great, stuff us girls love to hear. I think that's it. I feel so
incredibly loved that it's as if nothing in the world can stop me
right now. Yeah, that's it. Being loved does something to you
that makes you feel invincable. It makes you feel like there's
absolutely nothing you can't do and it's sound truth. If someone
is supporting your decisions what do you have to lose? NOTHING!
kind of the best day ever.
somethingsomethingsomething
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