A Little ♥ and Soul

I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to my day off tomorrow. Seriously, though. Even if I've only worked 3 days this week so far, I am so tired of dealing with customers and co-workers and just people in general. I need to sleep and be myself for a few hours.  The friend I'm staying with this week is so kind and sweet. She has been treating me pretty much as one of her children, which I totally love. She's cooked dinner pretty much every night since I've been here and every morning I've gone into work, she makes sure that I've at least taken a banana and a slice of homemade wheat bread with homemade jam for breakfast. It has been bliss. I don't know how I'm going to survive staying with my co-worker for the last 2 and half weeks of my time here in Oregon. I'm glad that I have both women in my life. They just have two completely different ways of life.  But I'm ready to go home.  Weird. Utah = home now. Home is where th...

Oh, Bonnie Raitt, I love you.  Anyway. I am sitting in my temporary bedroom right now. And let me tell you, after sleeping on an air bed for the past 7 months, it feels so completely AMAZING to be sleeping on a real bed. Completely and utterly amazing. I got the most restful sleep last night of my whole stay here in Oregon. Amazingly enough, I got up after eight hours of sleep without wanting to pick up a coffee or energy drinking habit. I felt wonderful! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I did sleep really well last night and my body wasn't hating me today at work. So I call this real bed sleeping thing a total success.  Also, in the past 24 hours, I've come to know how much I've missed not having a kitchen table and someone to talk to over a bowl of stew and bread and homemade jam without the television blaring in the background. It reminded me of my mom. Which makes me smile and want to cry at the same time. It feels so nice to be sitting ...

Dear Life, I guess I shouldn't have been so hard on you the other night. Things worked out and I'm thankful that you took mercy on my pitiful situation to let me slide a little. I'm thankful that you were able to put the right people into my path. I seriously thought that I was going to have to haul a ton of stuff to Goodwill, but now I don't. Ends up people needed my stuff and are coming to pick it up. Thank goodness for Freecycle. I'd be in a definite pickle without their service available to the masses via internet. So thanks. Now, I just need a place to live for 3 and half weeks and I'll be golden. Wanna help a sister out with that?? Please? K, thanks. Joyce

Dear World, I really hate moving. I hate having to make adult decisions when all I really want to do is play around for a while and let my soul breath a little. So in the spirit of all that is good and wonderful in the world, would you take a breather from giving me a hard time in life? I mean, as much as I kind of like not being tethered to anything super permanent, I still like being able to move about this fine green earth without a ton of heartache and trial. Also, why must your pal, Life, make it hard to leave a job? A job that you've only been working less than six months. I gave my three week notice to my Assistant Store Manager tonight and my heart broke just a little bit inside. I never thought that I'd like any of my co-workers outside of that one job I had at the pharmacy. So, please, dear world, let my spirit mend a little bit before throwing me back to Utah. Don't let me miss Oregon too much. And PLEASE don't let me second guess this decision because ...

This is my first 4th of July not in Utah/California with my family. The first one ever in 13 years since my mom passed away. It's a little weird. By now, we would have had snow cones or something and little summery snacks - usually munching on chips while we wait for my brother to throw something on the bbq. It's actually way weird. I went into Portland this morning with my friend Tevy to hit up Bath and Body Work's annual summer sale (I was good and spent less than $5). It felt like a regular day off - which it hasn't felt like it because it feels like Saturday for me - and then it hit me when I went to check my Facebook while we ate lunch. My sweet dad posted something about my mom that made me tear up a bit.  It's so weird not to be with my family on a day like today. Last July 4, I went into Salt Lake to have brunch with my sister and to visit with my younger brother and his wife. Then I went back to Ogden to pick up my dad and youngest brother to go to Ameri...