Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Sometimes It Is Good

Well, things are pretty OK in my world.  That is boring, sure, but it beats the hell out of pretty not OK.  My weight is down since vacation, which was inevitable given my lack of daily frozen fruity drinks and abundance of the dreaded V-8 juice in their place.  It is gross, but I feel healthy and skinny after every 5.5 oz. can.  I can’t take a larger dose than that unless there is vodka and Tabasco sauce involved.  I have put together a house-cleaning routine that I have managed to stick to for three whole days in a row.  For me, that is embarrassingly outstanding.  Monkey hate clean, but monkey’s floors currently sparkle.  I created a logo today, from scratch.  That is a big deal to me.  In May of last year I walked a way from a career that I have the student loans to prove and wandered aimlessly through unemployment, an un-fulfilling position at the credit union and more unemployment.  I stumbled into a job that I love that allows me to be more creative, busier and slightly more sane than I have been in a long time.  I charged someone an hourly fee for the time that it took me to create that logo today and I am pretty proud of it.  It ain’t rocket surgery, but it makes me feel very, very good about myself.  I have a drawer full of pretty bras.  That may seem like a small feat to some, but it is the first time in my life since my mom took me to get my first stop-lights* that all of my bras look like new.  These garments are expensive, people.  I found a beautiful, perfectly fitting bra in a clearance bin at Macy’s for $9.99 a few weeks ago and almost wept with joy in the fitting room.  It had been a bad day in said fitting room, so I am not at all joking.  On top of that, I found a perfect style and fit at Kohl’s several months ago.  I now own five of them, all purchased on sale.  There are a couple of others that I have paid full price for because they were purchased under duress (who forgets to put a bra on before they leave the house?  me!), but the point is that I no longer have the bras of shame.  Lastly, I just had the best giggle with my very good friend Kate (who is so far away, stupid Florida) about something that neither of us shall ever speak of again.  Seriously, I am a fortunate girl.

* My cousin and I both had First Bras that had a tri-colored flower thing going on between the cups and we referred to our first bras as stoplights.