A Lesson in Courage

I have something to admit. And my friend Jona, who is that lovely lady in this video, just taught me to not be afraid. However, this post is all Jona's.
Much thanks to Heather for posting this on her blog first.

Working Girl: Part Quatre

Winter kills me. I get so blue inside what with the constant cloud-cover & not getting outside for more than 15 minutes at a time, if at all. So, I try to wear something that will bring some sunshine to my day.

I love gray & yellow together. Also, wearing boots is common sense in winter. The pencil skirt keeps it classy (& gives me the illusion of having hips).

A Few Things on Friday

01. This quiz said I am an introvert. Being able to concentrate in a busy workplace & enjoying alone time does not an introvert make. Admittedly, I've become less extroverted due to Devin's quiet ways & just general maturity. Ask anyone I know... I am quite able to say just about anything, anywhere.

02. Cute crafts, among other fun kid stuff to try with Paige.

03. I like this interview & especially this quote:

One of my main motivators as a writer is to make sure kids and young adults are aware that it’s okay to not have to tell really sad dark stories if you don’t want to. If you don’t have them in you. You don’t have to go chasing down angst just to write poetry. I think being a teenager, we tend to gravitate toward dark ideas because those seem like they have the most impact, but as a parent I am so full of happiness most of the time and all I want to do is share that with others. Poetry is a great medium for that because you can distill a sentiment down into a few words and it can totally brighten someone’s day.
The only trick is not having it sound like a bumper sticker.

04. And just because I can... You're welcome.

Why We are Together

Is this not so true?

Devin & I have some of our best, most satisfying conversations about topics that fill us both with disdain for the world. Most of the time, I just wish I could force everyone to think the way I do because of course I'm right and have all the answers.

One Way

I've been reading some stuff I found in an old notebook. Notes & the halting starts of stories about what I imagined grow-ups would say or do.
These are things I wrote in between innumerable daydreams about what being in love was really like. What my husband would be like. How much I would adore my children.
Some words seems sort of hollow now, but I remember writing one poem in front of a window that was being splattered with torrents of rain. I felt like the black, dead fingers of a tree limb were scratching my heart. I had just turned someone loose & he told me he hated me before he walked away. There were so many tears in my eyes on the walk home I never saw that one of my friends was walking with me the whole way.

The words I wrote meant something then.
I never thought I'd feel better or whole. Ever.

And then. And now...

My whole life is moments where I shiver with happiness or am utterly deflated by two people (one quite small) who have so much of themselves in me that my heart would stop for loss of blood if they ever go.

I never expected to invest so much of myself. The glorious thing is, it could never have turned out any other way.

Working Girl: Part Trois

My new position at work is as the receptionist. So from 8-5, Monday thru Friday, the zillion people that traipse into my workplace get greeted by me. Or at least they get a glimpse of me as I frantically answer phones & answer the nurses' questions.

As most people who come to my work are stressed or worried (I work at a nursing home & rehab), they need to like what they see, so I've been trying to class up my look.

This look is currently my favorite in rotation: wool pencil skirt, jewel-tone button-up, sweater layered over & pretty heels. As a general rule, I keep the hair & jewelry simple, with a sexy cat-eye in brown liner for the eyes and red gloss on the lips.

TWSS: Alan Rickman

Yes indeed you do Alan.