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Things:
Last weekend was my aunt's memorial. It was so good to see all of those people. I'm finally understanding the importance of family in my adult life. At 23, I no longer take them for granted. I want to know all of these stories.
I'm pretty sure that when Suze Orman was talking about cleaning your home and organizing shit to have a better life, she was talking directly to me. I cleaned up a storm yesterday, started reorganizing finances, and began reading about math for getting back into schooooooool.
Last night I made beef short ribs with a red wine/kalbi sauce, blackened chicken, and dirty rice. I really have to start taking pictures of this stuff. Not having a microwave and/or being broke (depending on where I am in my pay period) is making me extra creative and vastly improving my skills.
Rob and I spent a nice evening eating dinner, reading, and laying on the couch together. Turns out, both of us were worrying about being too domestic too soon. I'm digging it.
Cleaning out my closet and replacing some things isn't coming as easily as I thought it would. It's annoying to fold clothes when I've been getting by with them on the floor for twenty some-odd years. I want some pearl earrings and I need to re-color my hair. But trust me, I'm frugal: I've managed to wear a hole through my slouchy boots, and I'm still wearing them. And they were second hand.
I'm thinking about the whole bucket list thing, too. The phrase "bucket list" annoys me and I didn't much care for the movie, but I enjoy the idea. Except that I want to do these things while I'm still (theoretically) young and beautiful. And it requires I cultivate the skill, strength, and talent to achieve these things. I need discipline. And to extract my lazy-bone.
Also: Brooke Hogan cracks me up.
I'm pretty sure that when Suze Orman was talking about cleaning your home and organizing shit to have a better life, she was talking directly to me. I cleaned up a storm yesterday, started reorganizing finances, and began reading about math for getting back into schooooooool.
Last night I made beef short ribs with a red wine/kalbi sauce, blackened chicken, and dirty rice. I really have to start taking pictures of this stuff. Not having a microwave and/or being broke (depending on where I am in my pay period) is making me extra creative and vastly improving my skills.
Rob and I spent a nice evening eating dinner, reading, and laying on the couch together. Turns out, both of us were worrying about being too domestic too soon. I'm digging it.
Cleaning out my closet and replacing some things isn't coming as easily as I thought it would. It's annoying to fold clothes when I've been getting by with them on the floor for twenty some-odd years. I want some pearl earrings and I need to re-color my hair. But trust me, I'm frugal: I've managed to wear a hole through my slouchy boots, and I'm still wearing them. And they were second hand.
I'm thinking about the whole bucket list thing, too. The phrase "bucket list" annoys me and I didn't much care for the movie, but I enjoy the idea. Except that I want to do these things while I'm still (theoretically) young and beautiful. And it requires I cultivate the skill, strength, and talent to achieve these things. I need discipline. And to extract my lazy-bone.
Also: Brooke Hogan cracks me up.