* This is a series of posts I'm calling my Attagirl Portfolio. Using this poster (available @ www.allposters.com) as my inspiration, I am creating a series of life-enriching (not empowering, heh!) posts. These are to be hauled out and re-read in case of emergency when the only other option appears to be the liberal application of apple fritters directly to my ass.
I am awesome. Well, now that's uncomfortable. Awesome causes me some difficulty. But here goes (and you should, too). I am awesome. I am a skirtful of sass, compassion and tenacity.
And speaking of awesome. It's Pebbles' birthday today. I cannot believe she's twentyeight. Hardly seems possible. She's having a bit of a freak out over it - somehow thinks she's not quite as accomplished as she should be for thirty. Yes, thirty, she's an overachiever! She's already rounding up. She is such an inspiration and in my darkest days, she's what kept me going. Parenting her has led to my deepest regrets and to my greatest joys. I haven't always been the best parent to her and I would love to be able to do a large portion of the early years all over again. I'd do so many things differently. I have acknowledged my failures and shortcomings to her and continue to try to be the best person that I can be. But I could not be more proud of her - and not for her accomplishments, though they are many, but for the great person that she is. Smart, dedicated, with a good sense of boundaries, boatloads of common sense and so funny, so witty. I love her and I like her a whole damn lot, too.
One of my favorite pictures of her: skirt-tail in hand, hauling ass backwards!
Back to yesterday - what a mess! I got up at the buttcrack of dawn, sat down with my first cup of coffee and then remembered I was supposed to fast for my bloodwork at 10:45. I wrote about just going back to bed. So that's exactly what I did. No need to suffer needlessly, right?
So I get up and start getting ready for work. Hop out of the shower and start to dry my hair. Blow dryer self-destructs. Well, crap. I don't have a back up and the local stores don't open up yet. The only other heated thing I had was a flat iron and I knew I couldn't/wouldn't/shouldn't attempt to dry my hair using a flat iron. So the Laura Ingalls Wilder method was for me. I air-dryed and then tried to tame down the SOS pad into a Roxie-approved style. More like the wild woman of Borneo.
We have a saying in group about HALT - Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired and I was three out of the four - but was worst was decaffeinated. I was really unfit for human interaction, so I just decided to putter around home until appointment time. So I did that. I get to my appointment and the check in staff said "Oh, we haven't been busy at ALL today. Sure wish you would have come in sooner!" Well, you know what, if I'd known I could have, I surely would have. Grrr.
But the rest of the day was uneventful. I didn't take a lunch break, since I didn't get into the office until nearly noon. So no exercise yesterday, but food was good, even though it was sort of off schedule for the day. I went to a meeting and then came home and settled in for a little streaming Netflix - Thanks, Ellen, for the IT Crowd suggestion. Right up my alley. Loved it.
So today I will spend watching the clock and waiting for quitting time. And then it will be just me, my sister and that badass from Indiana tonight. Woo Hoo! This is actually her birthday present from me, as she turns 36 in a couple of weeks. Pebbles b-day celebration comes on Sunday.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be Awesome.