Thursday and Friday just blend together sometimes
So my Thursday Thirteen is late - again. Ask me if I care. Anyway, this has been a difficult week. Difficult is an understatement. I thought I'd end the week on a lighter note:
What makes you happy? |
So my Thursday Thirteen is late - again. Ask me if I care. Anyway, this has been a difficult week. Difficult is an understatement. I thought I'd end the week on a lighter note:
What makes you happy? |
Sunday started out looking terribly bleak; it was rainy and gloomy. I dragged myself out of bed and went an hour late to my lunch date. By the time lunch was finished, the sun was shining brightly and there was no hint of the morning gloom. My friend and I put on our walking shoes and left our cell phones in the house as we spent six hours walking around downtown, occasionally stopping at small shops and cafes. It was a fantastic day spent walking and talking with one of my best friends. After discussing every little detail of what was going on in each others lives, I drove home with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long while. I was completely oblivious that Sunday was also a day of senseless violence. Monday morning, phone calls and e-mails brought me crashing down from my cloud as I learned the events of Sunday afternoon- the very same day I felt as if everything was finally right in my little world. My friend's sister was gunned down Sunday around noon in Baltimore. She was 25 years old, six months pregnant, and at the wrong place at the wrong time. The friend she was with was also killed. Three lives were lost that day, as efforts to save her unborn child failed. Not far away, later that afternoon in D.C., another friend's husband was shot point blank in the chest while loading his truck. For landscaping equipment, he is in the hospital fighting for his life. Tomorrow I have a job interview for the job I am so eager to get. Before I go, I will call my friend to ask how her husband is doing in his battle to stay alive. After the interview, I will drive to the viewing of my other friend's sister. Then I have to go to work. There will be no joy in my heart tomorrow, as the day I have been so looking forward to has been tainted by tragedy. Please pray for the family and friends affected by this weekend's events. |
Okay, so this week's thirteen is a day late. Better late than never, right? I've been advised to make a list of the non-negotiable qualities for my next partner. That way, even when I'm not looking, I'll know what my standards are if someone should come along. When this was first suggested to me, I thought it silly. But now that I look back over my dating history, a list like this could have really been useful. Especially when people seem to come into my life unexpectedly, I am always caught off guard. I'm also really bad at listening to my inner voice and instead my drive to "make things work" or "give them a chance" or "just see what happens" takes over. So, since I always seem to ignore my SCREAMING inner voice, I think having my non-negotiables in writing is quite necessary. Perhaps if we all had this in writing, we'd stop kissing so many frogs... What would your list look like? Post it in the comments or on your blog. Does your current partner have all of your non-negotiable qualities? Can you recall a past relationship where your partner was missing a non-negotiable? Do you think having a list like this is useful? Do you think sticking to it would have saved you from past grief? How about you, any plans to use such a list as you make these decisions in your future? I seriously plan on sticking to this. From experience, I know these are qualities I need in a partner. I don't want to waste any more time with the wrong person.
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Look, I'm blogging before Thursday! Are you proud of me? ;) Well, I had an awesome weekend, although nothing went as planned..... The plan for Friday: mountain bike by day, party downtown by night. What actually happened: I awoke to a gloomy, rainy morning. After talking to my friend, it was decided that the bike trip was off. Perfect, I could curl back into bed. And curl back into bed I did. There is nothing like waking to an alarm only to discover you can sleep as long as you want. I snuggled up in my comforter and was sound asleep in mere seconds. I slept until my back started to hurt, then I slept some more. Finally, Trek had enough of my laziness and demanded he be taken out. After walking the dog and eating a ridiculously big breakfast, I did what I do most rainy days - I went shopping. I picked up a cute blazer, a button down top, a gift for Steph, some socks, this ring (sorry, best pic I could get - it's cool, take my word for it), and these shoes. I'm not a big shoe person but I absolutely LOVE these shoes! By the time my shopping trip was concluded it was bright and sunny out - figures! I took myself out for a late lunch and then headed home during a beautiful sunset. The fun doesn't stop there. However, the pictures do. See, there is the little matter of this: My battery charger. It is quite a simple process actually. After using the camera, place batteries into charger and go to sleep. Put batteries back into camera in the morning. Had I done that the last time I used my camera, I'd have a ton of fun pictures from this weekend. But nooooooooooooo, I didn't. And my camera died. Okay, back to the story. Fast forward to late evening. I showered and after three outfit changes, headed over to a friend's place. Remember, the plan was to head downtown. Well, somewhere between our phone conversation and the 30 minute drive to her place, the plan changed. Now we were going to drive another 45 minutes and hit the bars in Annapolis. Now, if you'll recall, I didn't exactly like the bars I went to last time I was there. But I made the best of it and ended up having a good time anyway. Plus, it gave me something to blog about. So, off to Annapolis we went. I ended up having a really awesome time - great atmosphere and company. We hit several bars but ended up spending most of the night at Ram's Head where someone rang up a $60 bar tab! Hey, they have good beer. And you can get it by the pitcher! :) I met an awesome guy who spends his summers on various outdoor trips - we exchanged numbers. I also met up with my drunk ass H.S. friend who had been at happy hour since six - keep in mind I didn't get there until 11pm. Drunk ass is an understatement actually - but it was funny. After last call we took my drunk friend home and then hit up Double T Diner. Yum! French toast and eggs at 2am is amazing stuff let me tell you. I was in heaven. It was the perfect conclusion to the night. The plan for Saturday: wake up early to go hiking, lunch, run errands, late night girl talk and art projects. What actually happened: Woke up late. Lounged around in PJs until nearly one. Last minute decision to hike in Loch Raven resulted in never finding an actual trail and listening to the county firing range - not exactly the best way to enjoy nature. But it was good company and good conversation where we compiled a list of all the art/music/outdoor trips/activities to be done this summer. After our "hike", we went out for lunch. You'd think we hadn't had a bite in years. Between the three of us, we rang up a $100 food bill. We had salads, lobster, crab legs, and filets. Yum! After lunch, I ran errands with a friend. I went home to shower and never made it back out of the house for girl talk and art projects. The plan for Sunday: sleep late, go to work, endure a slow shift of 10% tips, miss Easter dinner with the family. What actually happened: Well, everything pretty much went according to plan: sleep, work, bad tips.... However, my Mom saved the day! There was Filet Mignon, rice, and veggies left for me from Easter dinner. A couple minutes in the microwave, and I was enjoying Easter dinner with my family (even though I was the only one eating and it was in the living room watching TV- minor details). I was even able to hang out with my brother a bit before he had to go back to school. This weekend was much needed: I had fun without a drop of drama (unless of course you count the 17 phone calls from a crazy ex-co-worker - yes, 17, I just counted). I made a big decision - I'm moving downtown at the end of the summer. I'm not taking the job my Dad wanted to hook me up with. Instead, I'm going to apply for another job. It will still be more than a teacher salary - but not a HUGE salary enough to tempt me from not following my dreams. I really bonded with a new friend in my life and did a lot of catching up with some old ones. I have some exciting trips and activities in store for the summer (which I need to put in writing lest I forget anything). I've also decided NOT to tell Mr. Right to go f*^k himself should he come along. Actually, I'll just ask him to be my friend. One can never have too many good friends. I still have quite a bit to get figured out, but less left up in the air. It feels good. Smiley for the Day: |
This week's thirteen quickly progresses into my own personal bitch fest. Enjoy.
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Got this idea from Audrey's blog. At least now you can count on hearing my randomness at least once a week. Aren't you excited?! ;)
Let me know if you decide to start doing this on your own blog. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into the randomness that is my life. Just be glad all you get is a glimpse; I'm stuck in this head for life! Now that's a scary thought! |