Sometimes, the littlest things can make you happy, sad, or just plain set you off. I'll share one of my happy moments with you today. My boyfriend just called me -- he was at Wal-Mart and wanted to see if I needed anything. I thought about it after we got off the phone and just appreciated the fact that he asked. Now I know that I will not go to take out my contacts at 11 o'clock tonight and realize that I'm out of solution.
It's the little things in life ...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Mornings
For me, they are the most peaceful times of my days. Considering that I usually go to bed completely stressed out, mind overworked, this can't come as a surprise. But I can't really remember ever having these mornings before I met Mike.
Those of you who know me know that I dread that annoying sound that goes off at my bedside precisely at 7:01 a.m. every day. You know that I am pretty much always late. Some of you may even know that I absolutely loathe the sound the dang alarm makes. Any alarm, whether it's music or beep-beep-beeps. But I absolutely love waking up in the morning next to Mike. There is something about lying there, refreshed and ready for the day ahead, and knowing that he's right next to me. Maybe it's the fact that he's the first thing that I think about in the morning, which makes me happy.
Before, I would wake up dreading work and waiting/hoping that the worries that I carry would wait just a little while before they popped into my brain (and they never did). Now, I wake up feeling refreshed, like God has wiped my brain's worry-slate clean, and the first thing that I remember is that he's there next to me. And the worries from the day before don't seem to matter as much as they used to. I don't know how to explain this feeling. I just love it.
Those of you who know me know that I dread that annoying sound that goes off at my bedside precisely at 7:01 a.m. every day. You know that I am pretty much always late. Some of you may even know that I absolutely loathe the sound the dang alarm makes. Any alarm, whether it's music or beep-beep-beeps. But I absolutely love waking up in the morning next to Mike. There is something about lying there, refreshed and ready for the day ahead, and knowing that he's right next to me. Maybe it's the fact that he's the first thing that I think about in the morning, which makes me happy.
Before, I would wake up dreading work and waiting/hoping that the worries that I carry would wait just a little while before they popped into my brain (and they never did). Now, I wake up feeling refreshed, like God has wiped my brain's worry-slate clean, and the first thing that I remember is that he's there next to me. And the worries from the day before don't seem to matter as much as they used to. I don't know how to explain this feeling. I just love it.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Speaking of Drugs ...
Yesterday morning while I was taking Gus out for a walk, the little guy picked up something off the ground, something he does all too often. When I scolded him and it fell to the ground, I noticed it was a teeny tiny baggie filled with a white powder substance. Yeah. Now, I'm typically an "every-man-for-himself" kind of girl, so I picked it up and sort of threw it out of the way, hoping that Gus wouldn't sniff it out and find it again. Or that some child - and there are several who live in our complex, I might add - wouldn't noticed it on the ground.
Last night, as Mike was taking Gus to the bathroom again, the little guy found it - again - and picked it up in his mouth. This time, he didn't drop it when Mike scolded him, and Mike had to pry his mouth open (a common occurrence on daily bathroom walks) to get it out. When they came back inside, we decided to call the cops, who came and took the baggie filled with white powder substance. Mr. Policeman said it appeared to be meth, but that he'd have to have it checked out. If it does turn out to be meth, we'll have to file a police report.
For the record, there are several young children who live in our complex, many dogs whose owners let them roam free around the greens, and our apartment complex sits right across from a middle school. Reality people. In your back yard.
Last night, as Mike was taking Gus to the bathroom again, the little guy found it - again - and picked it up in his mouth. This time, he didn't drop it when Mike scolded him, and Mike had to pry his mouth open (a common occurrence on daily bathroom walks) to get it out. When they came back inside, we decided to call the cops, who came and took the baggie filled with white powder substance. Mr. Policeman said it appeared to be meth, but that he'd have to have it checked out. If it does turn out to be meth, we'll have to file a police report.
For the record, there are several young children who live in our complex, many dogs whose owners let them roam free around the greens, and our apartment complex sits right across from a middle school. Reality people. In your back yard.
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