This weekend, I have been able to finally get to spend time with Kelsie, Tomy's daughter. We have custody of both her and Piper, however, she has not been with us at home for 6 months and won't be home until at least the end of January :(
I have missed her so much. I love getting to go out and try on clothes and shoes and play and have fun. We talked and ate, and played and in general, had a really good time. Despite how much I love Piper, sometimes, Piper cannot understand what I'm talking about and doesn't always understand the things that are going on... that's no fault of hers, but, it's more like because she's 6. Kelsie is 16. I am glad that Kelsie will be home soon. She's got such a great sense of humor, and though she's a kid, she's much more mature than I was at 16. She's had a rough go at it, and I am so glad that I get to be a good influence in her life. I often wonder if I am a good influence, because I sometimes forget that she's a kid and I'm technically a grow-up. She's so smart and tries so hard to make everyone happy.
This afternoon, we went to get pictures with Santa. Piper dressed up in her new Christmas dress and new tennis shoes (she was so upset that she had to wear those shoes) and Kelsie looked so nice in a green top, jeans, and a black vest. We looked around my old salon, I love that place, and found a few little things for Kelsie. I know that I shouldn't be spending so much money on her, but, I can't seem to help it. Between her and Piper, I think they are going to put us in the poor house, but, that's OK. I enjoy being able to do something fun like this for both of them.
After that, we came back home and started to clean and clean and clean some more. Then, off to a birthday party of one of our friends. We had hamburgers and chips, and overall it was a good afternoon. Kelsie wanted to spend the night with her friend, and her dad said no. I feel like sometimes I get put in the middle of them, one asks me to do something, and I hate having to tell her no. I understand the reason, and I did embellish a little bit with the reason for why she couldn't stay. She understood in the end, and that's good.
However, now, I have the happy task of talking to her about some of the changes that are going to have to happen when she comes home. They aren't going to be fun for Kelsie, but, it's something that has to be done. I understand and Tomy and I talked about these for a while tonight. I get it, and when I was that age, I got a job in order to find some sort of freedom at my house. And we are not opposed to letting her get a job. Minimum wage when I started was $5.25 and hour and started to go up from there. If she's serious about getting to Europe, then I don't see her getting a job as anything that is going to be a bad thing. She likes to work. And wants to get a job... should make this conversation a bit easier.
The other thing that was excited for me today, was Tomy telling me that I needed to work on my story a bit every day and to get it done. He supports me in getting my little story done. That just made my whole night! I love it!!! Can't wait to get the outline done, so I can start to fill in the details. So, here I go, hopefully done within the month... Then to find a publisher who will take this one... Wish me luck!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The computer
This week, I have not been on my computer as much as I would like to have been... so much to say, so little time that I have to write. I have to say, it's not because the computer was down or because I am without the Internet. It's really because when I am home and the computer is home and Tomy is home, he is on the computer. And I wish that I could say that he was doing a lot of research for a book that he is writing. But that is not the case. He's just doing whatever on it. And while I'm not against him being on the computer, but, it's starting to take over. We were gone on Sunday, came home late, midnight, and he had to write an email that really couldn't wait, so he got on the computer. He said that he was going to finish checking his email. I could see over his shoulder that there were only like 5 or 6, no big deal. At 2 am he finally comes to bed. On Monday, we get home and he gets on the computer around dinner, and then proceeds to use the computer while we are sitting at the dinner table eating. I even asked if he could please leave it alone while we are eating, and he moves it out of the way, but continues to play on it. Grrr... By Tuesday, I am wanting to show him something online and I made a nasty comment about how he's always on the puter and that he can go to work and use the ones there... OK, not the right thing to say, I know, but, I was so frustrated. It's as though since we have had the Internet, he's always on the computer. Though what I had wanted to say didn't come out quite as well as I wanted it to, I didn't realize my grave mistake until I had been at work for more than two hours. At this point, I sent him a text saying I was sorry. I wanted to call, and rightly, I should have, but I didn't. I said I was sorry and please forgive me and the implications that my remark had made. It's not at all what I really think goes on.
I finish up at work and I get home. By this time, he has not said anything to me and I am at my wits end trying to not have this horrible guilt complex, feeling like I have hurt the feelings of someone that I love. I got home, and things seem pretty good. Piper is playing and so I give her a kiss and walk over to Tomy and he gives me a quick kiss and we talk a little and things seem mostly normal. I told him about a job that I thought he would like to do, and we start to talk about the benefits of it.
Tomy says that if we have to, we will do a domestic partnership... or we might have to get married... This is a very taboo subject. Not something that either of us are really willing think about at this point... He says, "If we have to get married, I want to wear a dress. You can be Liza." I don't want to be Liza!!! I want to wear a dress too!! Maybe a nice white sundress with blue trim, pretty, simple, would look great with me wearing it on the beach (I already have the dress. I bought it a while ago, just never wore it... Maybe for Christmas I will... Hmmmmm..).
So, by now, in the evening, I am super confused about the whole day. I get Piper into bed and I get my stuff done for the night... dishes, shower, that kind of stuff. I lay down in bed, and Tom comes to lay down too. He still hasn't said anything to me about the day or the comment that I made. In fact, I figure that he's still a bit unhappy with me. He does reach over with his toes, so I know that he's not all that mad at me, however, there was no snuggling this night; I just fell asleep.
The next day goes by and about the time I leave work, I call him and he asks if I got him email. I hadn't checked it for over an hour, so no, I didn't see his email. So, I head over to his office, and I get on a computer and check his email. It was a nice little note saying that he had accepted my apology. I did feel a lot better at that point. It was so strange to think that I had hurt his feelings so badly.
My thought about men is this... Men, we are taught, are suppose to be these tough, hardened people who can take anything, and woman, we are taught, are suppose to be these delicate creatures that get offended by everything... Yet, this is so not the case!
At least, not in my case. Tomy is the hardened man with the exterior that one would think is unbreakable, yet, he's like melted marshmallows on the inside. And I have much thicker skin that what I ever used to! It amazes me the differences that men and women are so different than what we originally thought. I"m lucky to have a man that is all squishy in the middle. I love my Tomy! He's an amazing man.
I finish up at work and I get home. By this time, he has not said anything to me and I am at my wits end trying to not have this horrible guilt complex, feeling like I have hurt the feelings of someone that I love. I got home, and things seem pretty good. Piper is playing and so I give her a kiss and walk over to Tomy and he gives me a quick kiss and we talk a little and things seem mostly normal. I told him about a job that I thought he would like to do, and we start to talk about the benefits of it.
Tomy says that if we have to, we will do a domestic partnership... or we might have to get married... This is a very taboo subject. Not something that either of us are really willing think about at this point... He says, "If we have to get married, I want to wear a dress. You can be Liza." I don't want to be Liza!!! I want to wear a dress too!! Maybe a nice white sundress with blue trim, pretty, simple, would look great with me wearing it on the beach (I already have the dress. I bought it a while ago, just never wore it... Maybe for Christmas I will... Hmmmmm..).
So, by now, in the evening, I am super confused about the whole day. I get Piper into bed and I get my stuff done for the night... dishes, shower, that kind of stuff. I lay down in bed, and Tom comes to lay down too. He still hasn't said anything to me about the day or the comment that I made. In fact, I figure that he's still a bit unhappy with me. He does reach over with his toes, so I know that he's not all that mad at me, however, there was no snuggling this night; I just fell asleep.
The next day goes by and about the time I leave work, I call him and he asks if I got him email. I hadn't checked it for over an hour, so no, I didn't see his email. So, I head over to his office, and I get on a computer and check his email. It was a nice little note saying that he had accepted my apology. I did feel a lot better at that point. It was so strange to think that I had hurt his feelings so badly.
My thought about men is this... Men, we are taught, are suppose to be these tough, hardened people who can take anything, and woman, we are taught, are suppose to be these delicate creatures that get offended by everything... Yet, this is so not the case!
At least, not in my case. Tomy is the hardened man with the exterior that one would think is unbreakable, yet, he's like melted marshmallows on the inside. And I have much thicker skin that what I ever used to! It amazes me the differences that men and women are so different than what we originally thought. I"m lucky to have a man that is all squishy in the middle. I love my Tomy! He's an amazing man.
Shopping days, shopping days
After picking up Piper yesterday from school, we decided that we would go to Kmart, not a lot of choices up here, and it's the closest to the house, to see what we could find that would be suitable to hang keys on next to the front door... I think Lowe's would have been a better bet for that.
As we begin to look through the hardware section that they have, I find what we were looking for and begin to wonder aimlessly through the store a little bit. I have had a hard time trying to keep Piper with me and stay with me if we don't have a cart, so I leave her in the charge of Tomy. They start to go look at toys and that was fun for both of them :)
Pretty soon, Piper says that she has to use the bathroom. Tom had told her that if they left the toy department, they wouldn't be going back.. a bit mean, but, no worries really. So, she waits as long as she can and grabs me and says she must go to the restroom right now. We walk over there, and by now, she's a big enough girl that she can go into the restroom and do her business and wash her hands by herself.. such a big girl! So, we wait, and wait, and wait! After what seems like a million years, I go in to check on her, and she's just drying her hands. Cool. Next, it's over to the shoes, since they are on sale this week. I find a great little pair of sneakers that she tries on and actually likes! I tell Tom that he needs to look at shoes as well to see if there are any there that suit his needs. He tells me that there is nothing that he can find that will work for him, and what about me... what about me? I know that I don't need shoes, and that if I did get some, they would be boots or heels and I really have no place to wear them, as of yet! So Tom asks me if I really need this really nice pair of heeled boots, they were beautiful... would've gone great with a nice gray skirt and button down the front shirt... We ended getting another pair of shoes for Piper instead.
Yet, as I was wondering through the store, I thought of how I felt about the whole shopping event at that moment. It was as if shopping with sister.. a thing I absolutely hate doing. Not because of the company, but because I hate going to a store and realizing that I don't have the money to procure anything that I really want.
And then it hit me! That whole idea and mentality is exactly what I am trying to stop doing. So in that moment, I decided that I will no longer think that I can't have something because I don't have the money for it. I will think like the independently wealthy think.. I have the means to purchase everything that I need, but more importantly, everything that I want!!
I have done a vision board recently, my favorite part of it is the money tree on it. I little money tree with a one dollar bill that has several zero's behind it. On the border around it, I have written Money flows easily and frequently to me. On my next one, the one that I want for my career, I am going to have the same idea, except I will include that I can buy anything that I want, for any reason, without guilt! And I will!!! Maybe not this week, or next, but, soon... very soon indeed!
As we begin to look through the hardware section that they have, I find what we were looking for and begin to wonder aimlessly through the store a little bit. I have had a hard time trying to keep Piper with me and stay with me if we don't have a cart, so I leave her in the charge of Tomy. They start to go look at toys and that was fun for both of them :)
Pretty soon, Piper says that she has to use the bathroom. Tom had told her that if they left the toy department, they wouldn't be going back.. a bit mean, but, no worries really. So, she waits as long as she can and grabs me and says she must go to the restroom right now. We walk over there, and by now, she's a big enough girl that she can go into the restroom and do her business and wash her hands by herself.. such a big girl! So, we wait, and wait, and wait! After what seems like a million years, I go in to check on her, and she's just drying her hands. Cool. Next, it's over to the shoes, since they are on sale this week. I find a great little pair of sneakers that she tries on and actually likes! I tell Tom that he needs to look at shoes as well to see if there are any there that suit his needs. He tells me that there is nothing that he can find that will work for him, and what about me... what about me? I know that I don't need shoes, and that if I did get some, they would be boots or heels and I really have no place to wear them, as of yet! So Tom asks me if I really need this really nice pair of heeled boots, they were beautiful... would've gone great with a nice gray skirt and button down the front shirt... We ended getting another pair of shoes for Piper instead.
Yet, as I was wondering through the store, I thought of how I felt about the whole shopping event at that moment. It was as if shopping with sister.. a thing I absolutely hate doing. Not because of the company, but because I hate going to a store and realizing that I don't have the money to procure anything that I really want.
And then it hit me! That whole idea and mentality is exactly what I am trying to stop doing. So in that moment, I decided that I will no longer think that I can't have something because I don't have the money for it. I will think like the independently wealthy think.. I have the means to purchase everything that I need, but more importantly, everything that I want!!
I have done a vision board recently, my favorite part of it is the money tree on it. I little money tree with a one dollar bill that has several zero's behind it. On the border around it, I have written Money flows easily and frequently to me. On my next one, the one that I want for my career, I am going to have the same idea, except I will include that I can buy anything that I want, for any reason, without guilt! And I will!!! Maybe not this week, or next, but, soon... very soon indeed!
Friday, November 23, 2012
The Christmas Holiday
I am a divorced mother. My ex-husband and I had been married for 3, nearly 4 years before our daughter came. She is so funny, smart, sassy, and acts just like me. I couldn't ask for a better girl. Piper is very tuned in to me and my feelings too. It's hard to believe that she is now only 6 years old. She's a short adult for sure.
I moved back home a when she was 13 months old and she has been flying back and forth from me and her dad ever since. It's usually worked out just fine. She's only been in school for a year and some change now, so, it's time to readjust how we work the holidays. Her dad pays for her airfare to go out there, and that's good for me.
This year, Christmas vacation starts for her one the 22nd of December, and she goes back to school on the 7th of January. She will be going to visit her dad this year for Christmas. She will be gone from the 22nd to the 6th of January.
Now, I'm not usually one to complain about how we do things, I simply say, fine and go with it. I know that Joey doesn't get to see her as much as he would like to. But, to me, that seems a bit more than unfair this time. I asked to be able to have her for at least one day so that I could have a small version of Christmas here with our family as well. And that didn't happen this year. I'm trying to not be upset with this situation, but, I'm more than just a little upset this time. And I want to scream about it and get upset, but, I know that if Piper sees me getting upset about it, she will get upset about it too. Then she will spend her whole vacation that she has thinking that I'm going to be sad... that's not the case. While I love being with her for all of our holidays, I don't mind her going to see her dad. She needs to go see him. He's a part of her as much as she's a part me.
I am angry, however, I will get over it, and we will figure out some sort of a plan to work this all out. It's days like this, that make me glad that I work out regularly and meditate as much as possible. Otherwise I would just be angry all the time... Hooray for mental vacations!
I moved back home a when she was 13 months old and she has been flying back and forth from me and her dad ever since. It's usually worked out just fine. She's only been in school for a year and some change now, so, it's time to readjust how we work the holidays. Her dad pays for her airfare to go out there, and that's good for me.
This year, Christmas vacation starts for her one the 22nd of December, and she goes back to school on the 7th of January. She will be going to visit her dad this year for Christmas. She will be gone from the 22nd to the 6th of January.
Now, I'm not usually one to complain about how we do things, I simply say, fine and go with it. I know that Joey doesn't get to see her as much as he would like to. But, to me, that seems a bit more than unfair this time. I asked to be able to have her for at least one day so that I could have a small version of Christmas here with our family as well. And that didn't happen this year. I'm trying to not be upset with this situation, but, I'm more than just a little upset this time. And I want to scream about it and get upset, but, I know that if Piper sees me getting upset about it, she will get upset about it too. Then she will spend her whole vacation that she has thinking that I'm going to be sad... that's not the case. While I love being with her for all of our holidays, I don't mind her going to see her dad. She needs to go see him. He's a part of her as much as she's a part me.
I am angry, however, I will get over it, and we will figure out some sort of a plan to work this all out. It's days like this, that make me glad that I work out regularly and meditate as much as possible. Otherwise I would just be angry all the time... Hooray for mental vacations!
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The Queen
Last night, I had the privilege of watching the movie, The Queen, starring the incomporable Helen Mirren. It was pretty much about the week that the Princess of Wales died in that aweful car crash in Paris in 1997.
So, when this happened, it was the start of my senior year in high school. I remember the day that it happened, but not like it was yesterday. I remember it was all over the news and people everywhere were crying. I thought a great deal about the two Princes, William and Harry. Now, the Prince and the Princess of Wales, had been divorced for about year at this time. I was not into politics or anything like that. I did not understand a great deal of what was going on. In watching this movie, I realized how little I know about damn near everything, and I consider myself to be somewhat educated... Guess it's just not about what is really important. I somehow thought that there was so much that I need to learn now. The history of so many countries, from England to South Africa to India to Russia and China, would be a great thing for me.
Anyhow, back to what I was thinking about. This movie goes through that week for the Royal Family. The Queen reminded me of my grandmother in the way she saw things. They are from a different time. They grew up in the time of war and depressions and they think and act differently than the way that their children think and act. They worked through the second World War in factories and as mechanics. They saw what spreading hate throughout the world did for humanity. They were not full of hate and malice, they just see it differently than we do. The Queen has been brought up to believe that it is her divine right that she is the Queen... Maybe in my next life, I will be born into the aristocracy... Maybe I already had that priviledge.
I watched this movie and thought about what it was like in England at this time. This woman that had died was like a national hero to this country. Ok, she wasn't like a hero, she was a hero. Tony Blair was right, she was the People's Princess. A woman who, from this side of the camera and world, was a person that loved her kids, that fought to feed children in Africa and India. She wanted to have world peace. She was loved my many and truly known by few. I thought that mostly, I wouldn't want to grow up without a mother. I thought a lot about William and Harry in those days. They are younger than me by a few years though, both are adults and living lives that make them happy, or so I would hope at least. I can't imagine what it would be like to be part of a Royal Family and have to do things a certain way simply because we are the Royal Family.
I thought of how hard that week was for a family that had lost a member of their family, though, techinally, she was no longer a part of the family. I wondered if at any point, the Queen had indeed found herself alone for a moment and was able to shed tears over the matter. I had hoped so. I understand that she's not made of stone and her life is and should very well be, private. I hoped that there was some shred of truth to the way she was, not publicly, but privately. She is an amazing woman, who has lived through much of the last century. She has seen wars come and go, her country destroyed and rebuilt. Technology advance from radios and the wire, to cell phones and the ipad. She has lived a life that is seeped in tradition and a family line. She shares a name with and, to me, has been only second to the first Elizabeth. She is a survivor, and she will continue to do so, long after she has left this plane.
So, here's to the Queen, Queen Elizabeth II. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!! And here's to the family, may they be happy and find love and peace within themselves.
So, when this happened, it was the start of my senior year in high school. I remember the day that it happened, but not like it was yesterday. I remember it was all over the news and people everywhere were crying. I thought a great deal about the two Princes, William and Harry. Now, the Prince and the Princess of Wales, had been divorced for about year at this time. I was not into politics or anything like that. I did not understand a great deal of what was going on. In watching this movie, I realized how little I know about damn near everything, and I consider myself to be somewhat educated... Guess it's just not about what is really important. I somehow thought that there was so much that I need to learn now. The history of so many countries, from England to South Africa to India to Russia and China, would be a great thing for me.
Anyhow, back to what I was thinking about. This movie goes through that week for the Royal Family. The Queen reminded me of my grandmother in the way she saw things. They are from a different time. They grew up in the time of war and depressions and they think and act differently than the way that their children think and act. They worked through the second World War in factories and as mechanics. They saw what spreading hate throughout the world did for humanity. They were not full of hate and malice, they just see it differently than we do. The Queen has been brought up to believe that it is her divine right that she is the Queen... Maybe in my next life, I will be born into the aristocracy... Maybe I already had that priviledge.
I watched this movie and thought about what it was like in England at this time. This woman that had died was like a national hero to this country. Ok, she wasn't like a hero, she was a hero. Tony Blair was right, she was the People's Princess. A woman who, from this side of the camera and world, was a person that loved her kids, that fought to feed children in Africa and India. She wanted to have world peace. She was loved my many and truly known by few. I thought that mostly, I wouldn't want to grow up without a mother. I thought a lot about William and Harry in those days. They are younger than me by a few years though, both are adults and living lives that make them happy, or so I would hope at least. I can't imagine what it would be like to be part of a Royal Family and have to do things a certain way simply because we are the Royal Family.
I thought of how hard that week was for a family that had lost a member of their family, though, techinally, she was no longer a part of the family. I wondered if at any point, the Queen had indeed found herself alone for a moment and was able to shed tears over the matter. I had hoped so. I understand that she's not made of stone and her life is and should very well be, private. I hoped that there was some shred of truth to the way she was, not publicly, but privately. She is an amazing woman, who has lived through much of the last century. She has seen wars come and go, her country destroyed and rebuilt. Technology advance from radios and the wire, to cell phones and the ipad. She has lived a life that is seeped in tradition and a family line. She shares a name with and, to me, has been only second to the first Elizabeth. She is a survivor, and she will continue to do so, long after she has left this plane.
So, here's to the Queen, Queen Elizabeth II. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!! And here's to the family, may they be happy and find love and peace within themselves.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Monday Morning Glow
This weekend, though very uneventful in the greater scheme of life, was awesome! I spent most of the day with my parents yesterday, and when I got home, around 5 pm, Tomy was doing the dishes and listening to late 80's early 90's rap. I just kinda of chuckled about it and started to help with getting dinner ready. As I begin to cut up the onion, Sir Mix-A-Lot comes on with Baby Got Back. I was laughing as I sang the whole song. Tom looks at me is like, why am I not surprised that you know this song. I told him it was because I liked that song. It was huge when I was in 6th grade... He seems to hate it when we talk about when music came out because he is 9 years my senior, and for to say that I was in 6th grade, he was out of high school at that point. :)
We made dinner and laughed and watched videos from that time period, and the more I watched this, I realized that the dance video workouts that are so popular now, are really dance moves from Ice Ice Baby. It's true, watch some of these videos and you will see it too. I thought I was going to hurt myself from laughing at the irony of it all.
Tomy likes the fact that I can dance to this music too. It's not like it's so difficult. Just listen to the beat and the music, and let it flow through your body. Guess I just like shake it. I don't really think that I"m that great at it, but, he thinks so, so, I guess I will just take his word for it. We danced in the kitchen a lot last night. Every time that Piper would come in the kitchen for something, she was like, ewww, that's gross! Go to your room! She was pretty funny, and just frozen to the computer screen when she was with us watching the videos. The more we danced, the more we kissed and then the more I just wanted to get Piper into bed, so we could have our grown-up time, alone.
Got Piper into bed a bit after 8. It's a holiday today, why not let her stay up a little late? I then did my workout, no, it's not a dance routine... actual weight lifting and cardio. Took a nice hot shower, made an awesome fruit smoothie afterwards. I was set to get into bed and relax for a awhile. Got into bed, and discovered that the DVD player is not working... Must have been something that Piper pushed while she was watching movies in our room. So, we turn to the PS2. Thank god that thing still works and runs like a champ.
It was Boondock Saints night. I love that movie, so funny to watch. I especially like the part where at eh very end of the movie, you see the news broadcast stuff and one person is like, next thing you know, kids will be having posters of the these guys in their rooms.. I look up and see that I have two posters of these guys in our room. Between them, rests a Japanese symbol for Peace... Ironic really.
It was a great night. Stayed up way too late, and I love every minute of it. Tomy is just, WOW! Makes my blush thinking of it really.
So this morning, I get up to get ready for work. It's Veteran's Day so Piper and Tom have the day off. And I look in the mirror after getting to the bathroom, and I notice that my whole face and skin are glowing. It was awesome. And I put my contacts in, brushed my teeth, took a hot shower and finish getting ready for work. Got to work, put my hair up for my first massage, and I look in the mirror at work, and again, I see that I am glowing. And my skin looks amazing! Clear and bright, and super pale, but, that part is a normal thing.
Why can't we do pictures this morning? I look awesome and my skin looks amazing, and my muscles are becoming more and more defined. It's such a great feeling. I have to say that without my double workout it probably wouldn't be that obvious, but, WOW!
And, I think it's important to note that I am a bit of a narcissist in that if I see a mirror, I have to stop and stare at myself. When I worked at a salon, I couldn't talk to my friend, because I was always looking in the mirror at myself. Mirrors, while they are the devil, are so reveling, both good and bad. I sometime see what Tomy sees and that makes me really happy. Other times, all I see are the flaws that I think I have. Thankfully, today is not one of those day!! Today, it's just a Monday Morning Glow!
We made dinner and laughed and watched videos from that time period, and the more I watched this, I realized that the dance video workouts that are so popular now, are really dance moves from Ice Ice Baby. It's true, watch some of these videos and you will see it too. I thought I was going to hurt myself from laughing at the irony of it all.
Tomy likes the fact that I can dance to this music too. It's not like it's so difficult. Just listen to the beat and the music, and let it flow through your body. Guess I just like shake it. I don't really think that I"m that great at it, but, he thinks so, so, I guess I will just take his word for it. We danced in the kitchen a lot last night. Every time that Piper would come in the kitchen for something, she was like, ewww, that's gross! Go to your room! She was pretty funny, and just frozen to the computer screen when she was with us watching the videos. The more we danced, the more we kissed and then the more I just wanted to get Piper into bed, so we could have our grown-up time, alone.
Got Piper into bed a bit after 8. It's a holiday today, why not let her stay up a little late? I then did my workout, no, it's not a dance routine... actual weight lifting and cardio. Took a nice hot shower, made an awesome fruit smoothie afterwards. I was set to get into bed and relax for a awhile. Got into bed, and discovered that the DVD player is not working... Must have been something that Piper pushed while she was watching movies in our room. So, we turn to the PS2. Thank god that thing still works and runs like a champ.
It was Boondock Saints night. I love that movie, so funny to watch. I especially like the part where at eh very end of the movie, you see the news broadcast stuff and one person is like, next thing you know, kids will be having posters of the these guys in their rooms.. I look up and see that I have two posters of these guys in our room. Between them, rests a Japanese symbol for Peace... Ironic really.
It was a great night. Stayed up way too late, and I love every minute of it. Tomy is just, WOW! Makes my blush thinking of it really.
So this morning, I get up to get ready for work. It's Veteran's Day so Piper and Tom have the day off. And I look in the mirror after getting to the bathroom, and I notice that my whole face and skin are glowing. It was awesome. And I put my contacts in, brushed my teeth, took a hot shower and finish getting ready for work. Got to work, put my hair up for my first massage, and I look in the mirror at work, and again, I see that I am glowing. And my skin looks amazing! Clear and bright, and super pale, but, that part is a normal thing.
Why can't we do pictures this morning? I look awesome and my skin looks amazing, and my muscles are becoming more and more defined. It's such a great feeling. I have to say that without my double workout it probably wouldn't be that obvious, but, WOW!
And, I think it's important to note that I am a bit of a narcissist in that if I see a mirror, I have to stop and stare at myself. When I worked at a salon, I couldn't talk to my friend, because I was always looking in the mirror at myself. Mirrors, while they are the devil, are so reveling, both good and bad. I sometime see what Tomy sees and that makes me really happy. Other times, all I see are the flaws that I think I have. Thankfully, today is not one of those day!! Today, it's just a Monday Morning Glow!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Saturday Nights
Saturday nights used to be a time when I would spend my night seeing how many drinks it would take to get me totally drunk. Now, I spend my nights with my sweet little girl who is 6 years old and my boyfriend. Tonight, we are watching Galaxy Quest and eating Mexican food... my personal favorite. Tomy is now on the couch snoring, but, I think of it as he's getting a nap for later. I intend on keeping him up a little late :)
I sometimes think of how I got to this place in life. It used to be much different, before Piper and Thomas and Kelsie. Before I liked myself and before I liked life. I used to spend my nights drinking as heavily as possible, and seeing if I could pick up any willing male to sleep with. It was a life that I was not proud of, but, I was young and having so much fun at the time. And then, after about 6 months of drinking and partying, the money was running out and my friend had a boyfriend and the guy I was sleeping with at the time was no longer interested. So, I decided that in order for me to get out while I was still somewhat ahead, I joined the
It was a great time in life for me. I was learning so much, and I really didn't drink for the first part of the time that I was in. I didn't have my phase three liberty until I was in the Navy for at least 4 months, I think... it was 2 + months of boot camp, and then another month of common Core... so ok, maybe three months. And even when I did drink, it wasn't like I would spend the whole weekend drunk.. Just, like most of it.
When I got to my first ship, I drank like a fish. It was amazing the amount of alcohol I consumed!! All I can really say is that I'm glad that part of life is done! Now I just drink to have a nice glass of wine with dinner.
I don't miss the drinking or the drugs, I don't miss that lifestyle, but, I don't regret it either. I can look back at my 20's and say wow, what a wild ride. It was great to be old enough to know better and young enough not to care at all.
This Saturday night, we ate some good food, watched a funny movie and watched videos on YouTube. From drinking and blacking out to telling Shorty to go brush her teeth and the tooth fairy, I would say life is so much more rewarding and happy now. I am loving my 30's. Can't wait to see what the next year will bring... maybe my best yet. So much going on for me, so much to look forward to. The best is yet to come!!
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