Sunday, March 25, 2012

Ok, I'm bad at this.


What to write about...what has happened in the last 3 weeks since I have written? I'm sure so much.

Let's talk about Natalie moving to town.

I have such a good froomend (friend and roommate). I'm so happy that she lives with me! It has been so fun. We went to a lovely concert together; one that I wouldn't have gone to if it wasn't for her. Old Californio.

It was chaotic for her at first, because we didn't have her house intact. We tried, but failed. The washer needed to be rerouted and drained in the proper way. Chase got to a point where we couldn't DIY it anymore, so we had to call our plumber. Wouldn't you know it, he was out of town for 4 days! We had no laundry facilities. And Natalie, no sink.

But! Here is the best part. After the plumber came and re-routed the drain system, Natalie's sink needed to be hooked back up. I was so determined to do it all on my own. I went to the HD (Home Depot) and talked with the plumber Tim for a little while. He was so helpful! We think the cashier even had a little crush on him.

I can DIY it down, around, and all the way to China Town, but I have never learned about plumbing or electrical. One down! I did it. I got under the sink, and hooked up the new pipes. From the garbage disposal to the p-trap and back to the drain for the sink. It only took a couple of hours too. I felt so much pride. Natalie called it persistance! She made me feel good. I told her that the feeling of accomplishment that I get when I finish something new like that is worth it. We were pretty frustrated when trying to put the disposal back on, but then we decided together that the sense of accomplishment far overrides the frustration.

Something else happened during this plumbing endeavor. I had to scurry back to home depot for one piece of pipe I had forgotten (a connector called a nipple, I guess) I was so dirty from sitting on the concrete and underneath the grimy old pipes. I threw up my hair, put on my glasses, and ran out the door. Chase had just gotten home from snowboarding and was helping his friend Anthony change his oil. I don't remember what he was saying, but he stopped mid-sentence after I gave him a quick kiss, just to tell me I looked pretty. It felt so sincere! He tells me all of the time, but after a while, you get used to it, you know? I shouldn't. He is always being sincere. He isn't telling me just to tell me. He made that apparent, yet again. It made me so giddy.

On Friday night, Lacey and I took the clients at my work to Off the Cuff. They had so much fun! I was so stoked to share something with them that I love. It made me happy that they loved it too. They want to take their kids! Then, the next night they have interaction (game night, for all intents and purposes) and we played improv games. They had a blasty-blast and we laughed so hard.

I'm glad I have the talents that I do, even if so small.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


I feel proud of myself today.

This morning, after I went to Bella and took photos of a screaming baby ( not that she was screaming in the photos, but just that I was awesome enough to capture the NOT screaming part ) and the mother complimented me and loved them so much, I went for a run.

I felt so good today! I ran TWO miles without stopping. I haven't done that since high school. I even pumped my fists when I finished, even though there wasn't even one other person on the track.

I feel good about running the 5K next Saturday. I know I can do it.

With all of the evil in the world, I hope God knows how happy and grateful I am for the life he has given me. I want Him to feel it. I know he does. He knows.

I want to help the people in the world. I need to go back to the Dominican Republic. Or maybe a new country this time. I need to help.

Today, I am proud of myself for accomplishing a goal.
I am proud of myself for building a life that I love. I couldn't ask for any more luck, or blessings, or sheer joy than I have been given. I am in love with life.

I wake up every day to a person that I love; someone I never tire of, after 4 1/2 years.

I accomplished work today. I helped the clients with thier recovery assignments. I read a story to them for relaxation that gives me cold chills (The Giving Tree, in case you haven't read it). I got to share some of myself with them. And I can only hope that it will better their lives. I try to give the best advice that I can.

If there was a light inside of me, it would be warm and radiating. It would be glowing red, and people would be blinded by my happiness light. Blinded yet drawn.

That is how I feel. I believe it to be true, pure joy.