The last 12 hours = awesome!
Yeah, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and something major to just suck BUT while I wait I'm going to bask in what has been a great run of awesome.
First, last night I get a call from my sister and she got BOTH of the gifts I sent her and she was spazzing at how much she liked them. I knew she'd like them but the spazzing was a wonderful bonus (I had to hold the phone away from my ear she was "GIIIIRRRLLLLL"-ing so loud). For the record, it's not her birthday or any event. I just wanted to send her a gift and I did (yeah, totally selfish on my part, I love giving people gifts and there just aren't enough "real" reasons to do so. I usually miss people's birthdays and that only leaves Christmas. Poo on that). Oh, I got her THIS and THIS. I was surprised the bag was what had her peeing in her pants. Surpised and thrilled. I went out on a limb choosing that one (the lights were a total given--she digs funky lights).
Then I head off to yoga wearing some new shorts I picked up. They're about mid thigh length and fit a lot snugger then my old busted down capri style pants (which are at least one size too big if you don't add in the fact that they're old and have probably stretched all out to be more like two sizes too big--and it's hot yoga, so when those big ole bloomers get sweaty it's a real soggy floppy mess). I get in the door of the studio and first thing out of the instructor's mouth, "You have great legs." Yeah, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was a little nervous wearing the new shorts, what with them being shorter and tighter I didn't want to be scaring anyone else in the studio putting my big ass up in the air wearing only some itty bitty short shorts (and yes, I practiced some moves at home to see how the shorts would perform before deciding to wear them--but I was still self conscious). I got the shorter shorts for running (yeah, I do that now and I kind of like it too--so weird) where I don't give two shits about how I look because I'm alone (not shoving my butt in some other person's face--sometimes that yoga studio is packed!). So it's a double bonus. I can wear the shorts for just about every exercise thing I do and the big baggy capri style ones can become pajamas.
Fast forward to today. The only reason I came to work today is because I have a WEDDING to attend. I listen to Sirius radio and today (at 11 a.m., tune in if you can, channel 108 OutQ) the host of one of the shows I listen to (Frank DeCaro) is getting married on air. I'm a sucker (and a half) for weddings, even cheesy ones on the radio. WOOT for love and weddings and New York state passing same sex marriage and something fun going to happen in the middle of my work day. I'm going to go get some cookies to eat at the reception (since I can't guzzle wine at my desk).
THEN, just two short minutes ago (while I was typing this very "yeah, good stuff" post) I get a text from my wife and the roofers are working on our roof RIGHT NOW. AND AND AND, if the weather holds, they should have all the work done in the next day or so. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I have been waiting and waiting for this moment. JUST last night I was pissed when I circled around the block (the street was parked full) to my garage only to find it wasn't opening and I had no key. I go inside to cuss out my wife and he reminds me it's suffed with crap for the roofers. The roofers that have been planning to fix our roof for at least FOUR MONTHS (but we haven't seen hide nor used cigarette butt from them). And just like that, they're on my roof RIGHT NOW and shit is getting DONE. *does happy dance right in cubicle*
Ok, now just don't let one of the roofers fall off and die or something super dramatic and horrible.
Now, do I want cookies or candy for the wedding reception snack? I'm kind of jonesing for some pop, though. I'm thinking cherry pepsi. CHEERS!!
First, last night I get a call from my sister and she got BOTH of the gifts I sent her and she was spazzing at how much she liked them. I knew she'd like them but the spazzing was a wonderful bonus (I had to hold the phone away from my ear she was "GIIIIRRRLLLLL"-ing so loud). For the record, it's not her birthday or any event. I just wanted to send her a gift and I did (yeah, totally selfish on my part, I love giving people gifts and there just aren't enough "real" reasons to do so. I usually miss people's birthdays and that only leaves Christmas. Poo on that). Oh, I got her THIS and THIS. I was surprised the bag was what had her peeing in her pants. Surpised and thrilled. I went out on a limb choosing that one (the lights were a total given--she digs funky lights).
Then I head off to yoga wearing some new shorts I picked up. They're about mid thigh length and fit a lot snugger then my old busted down capri style pants (which are at least one size too big if you don't add in the fact that they're old and have probably stretched all out to be more like two sizes too big--and it's hot yoga, so when those big ole bloomers get sweaty it's a real soggy floppy mess). I get in the door of the studio and first thing out of the instructor's mouth, "You have great legs." Yeah, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was a little nervous wearing the new shorts, what with them being shorter and tighter I didn't want to be scaring anyone else in the studio putting my big ass up in the air wearing only some itty bitty short shorts (and yes, I practiced some moves at home to see how the shorts would perform before deciding to wear them--but I was still self conscious). I got the shorter shorts for running (yeah, I do that now and I kind of like it too--so weird) where I don't give two shits about how I look because I'm alone (not shoving my butt in some other person's face--sometimes that yoga studio is packed!). So it's a double bonus. I can wear the shorts for just about every exercise thing I do and the big baggy capri style ones can become pajamas.
Fast forward to today. The only reason I came to work today is because I have a WEDDING to attend. I listen to Sirius radio and today (at 11 a.m., tune in if you can, channel 108 OutQ) the host of one of the shows I listen to (Frank DeCaro) is getting married on air. I'm a sucker (and a half) for weddings, even cheesy ones on the radio. WOOT for love and weddings and New York state passing same sex marriage and something fun going to happen in the middle of my work day. I'm going to go get some cookies to eat at the reception (since I can't guzzle wine at my desk).
THEN, just two short minutes ago (while I was typing this very "yeah, good stuff" post) I get a text from my wife and the roofers are working on our roof RIGHT NOW. AND AND AND, if the weather holds, they should have all the work done in the next day or so. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I have been waiting and waiting for this moment. JUST last night I was pissed when I circled around the block (the street was parked full) to my garage only to find it wasn't opening and I had no key. I go inside to cuss out my wife and he reminds me it's suffed with crap for the roofers. The roofers that have been planning to fix our roof for at least FOUR MONTHS (but we haven't seen hide nor used cigarette butt from them). And just like that, they're on my roof RIGHT NOW and shit is getting DONE. *does happy dance right in cubicle*
Ok, now just don't let one of the roofers fall off and die or something super dramatic and horrible.
Now, do I want cookies or candy for the wedding reception snack? I'm kind of jonesing for some pop, though. I'm thinking cherry pepsi. CHEERS!!