In the last 24 hours i have worked, napped, watched, unpacked, read, fixed, and debated. First I worked, I got a LOT accomplished too! I spent an unthinkable amount of time condensing my address book in my gmail account and am confident that i have updated and working emails for almost everyone! (except some random people who they always get sent back...it's weird.
I napped. I came home after work and fell into a sound sleep of a nap on my futon. i was rudely awaken by a short thunder storm and a text message.
I watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory while devouring some Olive Garden left overs compliments of Mr. and Mrs, Jon Kohmeier, Adam, Nathan, and Aunt Ruth who lovingly decided that I would eat their leftovers. I'm not gonna lie... eating other people's left overs really freaks me out a bit.... but non the less being the poor starving child i am ate something... (i don't even know what it was)
After watching this movie i felt compelled to unpack some boxes. I found old diaries and read through them all finding valuable information such as how cruel and unusual my darling sister really was (compared the the wonderful person she is today) and the final tally count of how many times my Aunt Ruth and i listened to the song "That Thing you Do" from Seward, NE to Burkburnett, TX. (109 - if you were curious)
After reading and putting away all these valuable information packed journals I started on pictures which i neatly stacked on my table and was sorting WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN ONE OF THE LEGS OF MY TABLE JUST FELL OFF!!!!!!!!!!!! and everything started its slow but quickening fall towards the wall. One of these very precious items was my new Ficas tree my daddy gave me to replace the one i shamelessly killed previously this year. I had to stabilize my table with one arm and move each item gently to the floor with the other being careful not to dump any of these precious contents on the hard wood floor! I attempted to fix the leg and got it back on but could not turn the table over to ensure that it would hold so since this moment in time there has beennothing on my kitchen table and EVERYTHING on my dining room floor.
Finally to end the night i debated with my cousin damian on whether or not i should settle for anything less than the most patient and loving man i can find. My argument was that it wasn't something i could just get rid of and now that i know that some men are loving and caring and patient why would i settle for less. His argument was If i would settle for someone less... i'd have to go to therapy and therefore would make him more money. To which i asked how would my failing marriage in NE help his business in DC. He reasoned that my failing marriage would put a high demand on therapists out in the west and he would have more clients. I almost went ahead and agreed with him thinking he meant that if i had a failing marriage he would move to NE for the better pay. BUT what he really meant was that all the east coast therapists would eventually move toward the higher demand in the west leaving all the eastcoast patients with no one but him. needless to say. i am not planning to enhance damians salary by being miserable for the rest of my life.
