oh what a difference a day (or two) makes

I have pulled it the f*ck together since the other night, let me tell you.

(And I’d be a ridiculous liar if I said that all of the wonderfully supportive comments and emails I received weren’t a big part of the pull-it-together fest, aka thank you.)

Here’s what’s up now: I am allowing myself to be sad when I’m sad.  To miss him when I miss him.  But even in acknowledging my sadness and giving it some room to breath, I have learned that I need to be careful of the nights, because the nights are the hardest times when you miss someone.  The days can be difficult too, but the days (especially in California) are full of sunshine (sunshine!) and blue skies (blue skies!), two things that make it almost impossible to be unhappy.

And it’s not even just the nice weather, it’s everything that comes along with it- the flip flops (my favorite), the not having to wear a jacket, ooo and the sunglasses that are big and fun to hide behind.  And of course there is the driving with the top down and the windows open and the blasting songs like Another Night by Real McCoy.*

And then there are my guilty pleasures…

1) Brushing my teeth in the shower.  I have no idea why this feels so much better than brushing my teeth at the sink, but it does.

2) Drinking wine straight from the bottle.

3) Watching The Real Housewives of Orange County.  Those are some funny bitches.

4) Picking at ingrown hairs.  Satisfaction guaranteed.

5)  Taking a spoonful of peanut butter and pressing chocolate chips and mini marshmallows into it and eating it all in one bite.

*I absolutely dare you to listen to this song without spontaneously busting into all sorts of dance moves.

~ by nicoleantoinette on January 18, 2008.