Day 1

Here goes.
No rereading.
No judgement.

Sitting here at my laptop.  A limey, slushy brew to my right.  I know it's so not how you're supposed to drink a beer, but I don't care.  I like it this way.  Besides, I do a lot of things much unlike I'm supposed to.  I watched Capote last night and loved it.  That didn't flow at all and was completely irrelevant.  Not that I'm judging or anything.

I woke up to a clean French press this morning.  I love when I take the time to clean it the night before.  I showered, slathered on a generous amount of Lovespell, and made a pot of French Roast.  My favorite mug, a mottled piece of pottery with no handle, sat clean and waiting.  I moussed, scrunched my hair and then sat, hands cupped around my coffee, and sipped...enjoying my apartment and it's simplicity.  Tangent.  Remember the pictures of that cute little house a few posts back?  Well, I don't live there anymore.  I know.  Long story.  I told you I don't do a lot of things much like I'm supposed to.  Maybe I will write about it someday.  Maybe not. 

Back to my coffee.  I poured the remainder of my french roast in my travel mug.  I just love sipping on the way to work.  It makes for the most enjoyable fifteen minute commute.  I look forward to it every day.  Seriously.  Every day. 

I got a good parking space and joined all the other 7:30 am employees as we began yet another day at the Department of Natural Resources and Environment.  I peeked into the breakroom on the way to my desk.  I smiled.  More tomatoes.  Big, beefy beefsteaks today.  And then at my desk, a big bag of grape tomatoes.  There's just something so old fashioned and good hearted about people bringing in surplus veggies from their garden.  It makes me feel so...I don't know...midwestern.  It is a simple pleasure I relish, indeed.   Especially since I'd be enjoying my own if I was still living in that cute little house I wrote about a few posts back. 

Roughly two hours after my arrival at work, I ate my breakfast.  Stoneyfield yogurt (the full fat kind) with the cream on top.  Chocolate bear naked granola on top.  In the words of Amy March, "divinity." 

You're probably wondering what I wore.  Ok, now I am laughing because I know that was the furthest thing from your mind and I'm really not that frivolous.  But, since you asked, I wore a gray silk blouse.  Short, capped sleeves.  Pleats down the front.  Black Express pants.  Both of which were purchased at my favorite thrift store, Volunteers of America (VOA for future reference).  Once, my girls and I were shopping there and the phone rang just as we were checking out.  The woman ringing our purchase picked up the phone and said, "Volunteers of America, Stacey speaking," and my girls had to run off they were laughing so hard.  But, at the time, I was very embarrassed and gave the three daughters the evil eye trying to shush their laughter, even though I was having a rather terrible time muffling my own. 

Speaking of VOA, I stopped by there today and bought three pairs of pants....Gray cotton Gap chinos for 50 cents, BCBG capris (I know) for $3, and Limited capris for $1.  All of which were practically brand new and fit like a glove.  I also left with a $2 pair of patent, open-toe sling backs.  Badass.

I arrived home at roughly 4:15, quickly changed into my shorts, tank and nikes, and headed to the complex gym (rather nice, I might add) to get my little two mile run out of the way.  I look forward to this.  There is nothing quite like blasting a Killers remix on the ipod and running like hell at the end of the day.  I am such a wannabee jock and feel like such a badass when I am done.  You laugh, but, I'm serious. 

My girls are with their dad this week (still hate saying that...seems so...divorsish and....I don't know...shitty, I guess) which means I get them for three hours on Tuesdays.  But you have to pick them up and "return" them at a certain time which is just...weird....you almost feel like you're baby-sitting your own kids...but it is what it is...and believe me, it's all how you look at it.  So, you rock it out and make it as wonderful as you possibly can.  So...I picked them up and we came home and had BLT's with our beefy, beefsteak tomatoes, compliments of  my trusty colleagues.  Afterwards, we headed to the complex pool.  A few games of sharks and minnows later, it was time to "return" the daughters, and, now, here I am.

The lime now sits at the bottom of my once slushy beer.  MGMT plays from my computer speakers.  I like my life. 

And, that is all. 

No rereading (ok, maybe just a little).
No judgement.

Take that, self-doubt.
In yo face.