Guess what folks? I’m leaving. It’s 2:45 and I’m off for the day. Rock on. To drink margaritas. Have to take Lucy home, run by UPS, clean the car out and finish up some other assorted junk, but for the most part, it’s days like this that make me thrilled to be self-employed. That and we got some checks in too, thank goodness. So for now, Peace out.
Something is amuck in the backyard with the sewer line and they are having to dig some ten foot deep hole, so Lucy came to work with me today. It’s an ordeal. She’s rather nervous and high maintenance, so she barked all the way here and I had to bring her bed to make her more comforatable. We had to go to the bank, and they gave her a milk bone treat, which makes me like my bank a little bit more and rethink switching to something closer. So now there are nose marks all over the front windshield of my car, milk bone crumbs in the front seat, and white dog hair all over my black sweater. Lovely.
This morning I wanted to wear a raspberry sweater and dark blue jeans. Upon closet overview, however, I discovered that my winter shoe collection was limited in respect to raspberry. I have black mules (too cold), black heels (too dressy) and red flats. Red flats would be perfect, except that anyone with any sense of the color wheel knows that red and raspberry aren’t normally an eye-pleasing combination. This situation prompted a morning shoe-search, which in turn led to the discovery of the custom designed Frye boots on the Neiman Marcus website. I need a pair. Or several. Who cares if they go with a raspberry
sweater?
The weekend overview: Wedding on Friday night. I thought the wedding thing was over, since I’m now three years out of college and several more than that out of high school. Apparently, they never stop, according to the slew of my parents’ friends who consoled me about my lack of recent dating experiences while I was at this particular event Friday. I don’t mean to sound bitter, but weddings, in general, tend to stink, despite all efforts towards overdoing everything in order to make it seem like a beautiful occasion.
This one stunk no more than other weddings. After I arrived late and sat on the back row, in a dress I don’t like around people who sniffled through the whole thing, I thought about the hulabaloo people make out of this institution called marriage. Big dress, lots o’ flowers, cheesy pictures. All a little much for me, especially when I glance towards the divorce rate statistics. If marriage isn’t a fairytale, why do we goop up weddings to make them all fairytale-ish? Maybe I’ll understand someday, but I would really prefer to take a more practical approach to the whole thing, if the opportunity ever arose.
Easy to say, I was glad to split that scene. I grabbed my jeans, my hat, my makeup and headed towards Ash’s for a night at the Wormy Dog. Bleu Edmondson played, and they were awesome. There was some great guitar playing in there–loved the electric; it gave it a harder edge that I tend to appreciate. I bought the CD; Kevin got them to sign my hat; I hope to someday say “I saw them when”…seriously, they flat out rock.
So I was home late Saturday morning, and had to get up just a few hours after that to drive to the game in Stillwater. Normally not something I mind, but considering that I left an hour late and that rubber neckers had traffic backed up to Guthrie because of a wreck, I was a little frazzled. The game was good though, and I hung out at Shariff and Melissa’s afterwards. Came home, tried to crash–it really didn’t happen with OU/Texas on.
So a very tired Whitney headed out to see the All Stars, and I’m glad I did. Ran into local celebrities, got to meet Brandon and Matt from 12 Pearls, Steve from No Justice, and Kevin, Ragan, Melissa and Ash were all there. Also, everyone needs to check out Matt Powell’s site in case they haven’t. The font rules…and I love the “feel”…very rugged/smooth. Figure that one out.
I got up this morning to do a little house cleaning–didn’t get it all done. Went to church (which isn’t really church, considering they play Matchbox 20 and Train, but whatever. Rocks.) The sermon was over dinosaurs, homosexuality, if dogs to go heaven, and interracial marriages. Next week we’re going to cover even stickier topics, if you can imagine! Leave’s a girls brain exhausted!
So home to nap. I’ve dragged my feet all day about getting work done, so I’m headed up to the office now to see if I can squeeze a little organization into everything before tomorrow morning rolls around. On a quieter note, I’m avoiding the Boy Who Adores Me and something has got to shake down soon there…
Well, folks, that wraps up a thorough week of revalry (sp?). Wed nite, WD, Thurs nite, WD, Fri nite, WD, and shocker: Sat nite, WD. Obviously, I’m too tired to even try to spell “night” correctly or link “WD” to their acutal site. Pathetic.
But it was fun. Tomorrow, however, I’m up and off to church (yes, I do have firm spiritual convictions) and then back to the office to pull a full day at work. On Sunday. I know. Sounds sacrilegious, but it’s gotta be done.
How is it, that in this moment, everything in life if perfect? Simple, explainable, logical, and perfect. I just got back from “out” with friends. “Out” being defined as, one person called, invited, and I ended up enjoying the company of many…outside the box..just saw people I knew…and I love that. I love throwing my arms around someone I adore and just saying hi. Simple. And I danced. I DANCED!!! Did I mention that I DANCED??:!!!??? Twirling and everything…simple, too, but awesome, breathless, left me wanting more. Incredible. Really. You have to actually hear me say it to know how inthralling it actually was. And I’m happy. Simple. Just happy. Just plain old, smack dab, happy to be alive. Happy to have bought a Forty Twenty CD to dance to. Happy to have friends to hang out with like that. Happy that kicking my shoes off in the middle of a twirl looks every bit in my mind like it does in the movies. Happy that the bottom of my feet are black because of that. Happy that I get to to do the same thing tomorrow night. Happy that throwing my head back and laughing out loud feels this good. Just plain, and simply, happy.
Lunchtime thoughts: The Boy Who Adores Me rang last night. At midnight…I love those days where it’s cloudy but for some reason the sunlight still squeezes through. And that’s totally like life…I wonder if I paid for classes if Jenn would want to get some computer experience…my cowboy hat is damn cute…the boy I ran into at Starbucks this morning had a cowboy hat AND a Yukon…also damn cute…I wonder what they really put into chicken nuggets…and would Ragan Eat It Friday? How long does it take to burn off one Happy Meal…since when did they have Gatorade at McDonald’s?
Times when life was perfect:
1. October of my sophomore year of college. I was falling in love with the most incredible man I’d ever met, and he loved me back. I remember being understood for the first time in my life. I remember the first time he called me “Babe”. I remember being shocked when I realized he was proud of me. I remember kisses, and fall rains, and thinking life couldn’t be more perfect.
2. Summer of my junior year, after the most incredible man I’d ever met broke my heart. I lived in Tulsa, had an awesome internship, and hung out with my cousins all summer long. I listened to Sarah Brightman, had fresh flowers on my dresser all summer, and virtually no overhead. I remember learning that you have to know pain in order to know love.
3. The summer I was 17 and thought 17 year olds knew what they wanted. I worked at a camp in Colorado and fell for a cowboy who laughed at me when I bought a pair of Ropers and smiled when I wore them with my Rockies. I no longer own either, by the way.
OK, so I didn’t really have any lunchtime thoughts, because I ate lunch with a bunch of women and all we did was gossip. I was very, very, very guilty of gossiping at lunch. I have, however, had some thoughts over the course of the afternoon… You’d think that as the boss, I wouldn’t feel guilty about checking my email so much…Boys are fun to flirt with…beyond that, I haven’t found much use for them (sorry guys)…I want to see the light of day…should I go to Atlanta in January…can happy hour get here any sooner…are my jeans dry yet? Oh, and by the way, my #1 want already is fulfilled–I found and hired a bookkeeper this morning…
Things I currently desperately want:
Hi, I'm Whitney. I am first and foremost a child of God, a mum to two rambunctious little boys, and lucky enough to call the most amazing man I know my husband. By day, I run a stationery company, and consult at the intersection of tech and graphic design. At night, I dream of charming cottages by the sea, silk ballgowns, and a perfectly organized office. Photo credit: Amanda Watson
