my grandma gave me this card for my bday and i absolutely love what it has to say -- thought id share it with everyone else :D
life legacies
live deep
never stop learning, playing,
or finding wonder
in the world around you.
live the length of your life,
but live the depth of it as well.
travel light
there is no use in carrying around
worry and regret.
they only weigh you donw.
always keep yourself open
to hope and to love.
they give us wings.
forgive imperfections
in yourself and others.
imperfections keep things interesting.
they're the cracks
where the light shines through.
own beautiful things
and not just to keep in the drawer,
tucked away for a perfect day.
surround yourself with things
that make you happy,
that remind you of all the beauty all around us
if we only keep our eyes open to it.
make mistakes
follow detours. sometimes it takes an unexpected turn
to help us find the life
that is waiting for us around the bend.
trust yourself and the path
that is meant for you.
take care of yourself
and sometimes that means
you need the ice cream.
be good to your body,
but also to your mind and spirit.
your're the only one who can.
and always, always know you are loved
you are a gift to this world
and that will never change.
No More Bullshit Please
so here's the thing - ive just come home from a lover-ly 38 (no, that's not a typo) hour shift..... welcome to my field. i am tired... i am exhausted. i am beyond thinking about sleep. in fact - i have another shift tomorrow morning at 9am. joy. that gives me precisely 8hrs to sleep and get up to go again............................... if i go to sleep NOW.
oh ya - did i mention its a 24 hr shift?? yuppers.
sometimes i wonder why i actually volunteer to do these shifts. oh yeah - the money. its ALWAYS about the money isnt it??
anyWHO - my meaningles story this evening has absolutely nothing to do with this, but the fact that during my lengthy shift today i spent almost an hour wading in discolored water......
discolored? yeah.... lets just say, the toilet got clogged and overflowed. apparantly i dont really have too many skills in the unclogging buisness of toilets - not that i thought there could be too many skills in the first place. i had always figured u just simply push the ugly looking rubber thing at the end of the stick (aka: a plunger) in the toilet bowl and KA-BAM!! toilet unclogged.
apparantly these things arent that easy.
oh - and i should mention that i didn't exactly "wade" in the toilet overflow......... it was more like it splashed up onto my toes (i was in flip-flops) as the bucket holding the water we mopping up from the initial overflow convieniently tipped over. i would have gotten out of the way but i was baracaded in the washroom by my toilet-plunger assistant who will remain nameless.
but yeah.... long story - short... the toilet got clogged. i was nominated to assist in the unclogging process, which only resulted in more overflow-age.... which i compensated in cleaning in by mop and bucket - which was tipped over...................................... i made the executive decision to add towels to the cleaning process as they dont have the tendency of tipping over when full of discolored water from the toilet that (at this point) i am making a conscious effort to convince myself that its just dirty dish water or something...
we cleaned the floor by mop and towel.... then lined the base of the toilet with the pre-soaked towels and plunged once more.
more bubbles.
more overflowing waters of death.
i passed my title of toilet-plunging queen to the next available staff and walked away in my now slightly soaked flip-flops making mental notes to throw them out as soon as i walk into my door at home..............
glad i could share this splendid experience with the world.....
gawd i need sleep.
oh ya - did i mention its a 24 hr shift?? yuppers.
sometimes i wonder why i actually volunteer to do these shifts. oh yeah - the money. its ALWAYS about the money isnt it??
anyWHO - my meaningles story this evening has absolutely nothing to do with this, but the fact that during my lengthy shift today i spent almost an hour wading in discolored water......
discolored? yeah.... lets just say, the toilet got clogged and overflowed. apparantly i dont really have too many skills in the unclogging buisness of toilets - not that i thought there could be too many skills in the first place. i had always figured u just simply push the ugly looking rubber thing at the end of the stick (aka: a plunger) in the toilet bowl and KA-BAM!! toilet unclogged.
apparantly these things arent that easy.
oh - and i should mention that i didn't exactly "wade" in the toilet overflow......... it was more like it splashed up onto my toes (i was in flip-flops) as the bucket holding the water we mopping up from the initial overflow convieniently tipped over. i would have gotten out of the way but i was baracaded in the washroom by my toilet-plunger assistant who will remain nameless.
but yeah.... long story - short... the toilet got clogged. i was nominated to assist in the unclogging process, which only resulted in more overflow-age.... which i compensated in cleaning in by mop and bucket - which was tipped over...................................... i made the executive decision to add towels to the cleaning process as they dont have the tendency of tipping over when full of discolored water from the toilet that (at this point) i am making a conscious effort to convince myself that its just dirty dish water or something...
we cleaned the floor by mop and towel.... then lined the base of the toilet with the pre-soaked towels and plunged once more.
more bubbles.
more overflowing waters of death.
i passed my title of toilet-plunging queen to the next available staff and walked away in my now slightly soaked flip-flops making mental notes to throw them out as soon as i walk into my door at home..............
glad i could share this splendid experience with the world.....
gawd i need sleep.
Early Morning Wake-up Call
well - its been a full week... well - a full week and a day to be more exact since ive moved in and all. its freakin sweet and im loving the face that i have this space - ALL TO MYSELF. sure - im freakin broke, but hey - welcome to the "real world" right?? lol
anywho - the whole reason i am here writing when i could so obviously be catching up on my much needed sleep (yes, on a saturday nite) is cuz i felt the need to share my first story of my new place.
it was thursday - the first morning i was actually able to catch up on my sleep after doing 12-14 hr shifts the last few days back-to-back.... i didnt have to work till 5 -- apparantly that didnt matter cuz my doorbell rang bright and early at 9am.
i decided to ignore.
it wasnt like i was expecting anyone - AT ALL.
then i heard the keys turning the locks... wierd.
the only people that have access to my keys are my resident manager and the main office for the maintence people - neither of which i was expecting at 9am on thursday.
i continued to stay in my room - under my covers... praying that i wasnt about to be robbed - though i figured that would be unlikely since the person bothered to use a key.
i could hear the person walking around my place - opening and closing the curtains... just walking around. no "hello," no nothing.... so i stayed in my bed crossing my fingers that i wouldnt be forced to test my black ninja skills............
the guy's phone rings - he leaves... i get up and look in the mirror..... its not a pretty sight.
i leave the comfort of my bedroom and realize that i can still hear the guy talking on his phone just outside my apartment door. i look around my place - nothing looks different...........
just as im contemplating whether i should be angry or scared, if i should confront the guy or not - i hear the keys scraping at the lock again. so i open it.
i stand there face-to-face with this middle-aged asian man. im in my pjs - my hair is doing everything but remain presentable to another human being and my face looks as though ive just awoken from the dead........... but i stand strong.
hello - i say.
oh, you live here? - he says.
ummmmmmm.................. yeah?! no - i just like to randomly set up all my furniture in vacant apartments and then sleepover.... but instead i respond - yes.
we stand in an awkward silence and i am left with the confusing decision of whether i should continue this conversation or shut the door and go back to sleep.... he decides for me...
i am here to re-do your bathroom tile - he says.
oh - i say.
they told me it would be vacant, see i have the paperwork - he holds up a crumpled sheet that i cant read because its too early for my brain to process what my eyes see.
awkward silence.
as my brain is trying to process this, i open the door a little and he walks in. what happened next was a mumble-jumble of him trying to explain that he was told my apartment would be vacant for him to come in and do the job and that it complicated things greatly for the fact that i was there................
well - thats a bit of an exaggeration -- the only REAL complication is the fact that because he wants to do tile work in the shower - i cant shower for a few days....
OH.
right - no problem. its not like i need to look good or anything for the 24hr shift i have coming for work in a few hours.
... we established that because he had to go to the store to get the supplies i could shower while he was gone..... great.
he left....
i showered....
and now i got new tile in my bathroom.
morale of the story: ...if you don't know it by now...
anywho - the whole reason i am here writing when i could so obviously be catching up on my much needed sleep (yes, on a saturday nite) is cuz i felt the need to share my first story of my new place.
it was thursday - the first morning i was actually able to catch up on my sleep after doing 12-14 hr shifts the last few days back-to-back.... i didnt have to work till 5 -- apparantly that didnt matter cuz my doorbell rang bright and early at 9am.
i decided to ignore.
it wasnt like i was expecting anyone - AT ALL.
then i heard the keys turning the locks... wierd.
the only people that have access to my keys are my resident manager and the main office for the maintence people - neither of which i was expecting at 9am on thursday.
i continued to stay in my room - under my covers... praying that i wasnt about to be robbed - though i figured that would be unlikely since the person bothered to use a key.
i could hear the person walking around my place - opening and closing the curtains... just walking around. no "hello," no nothing.... so i stayed in my bed crossing my fingers that i wouldnt be forced to test my black ninja skills............
the guy's phone rings - he leaves... i get up and look in the mirror..... its not a pretty sight.
i leave the comfort of my bedroom and realize that i can still hear the guy talking on his phone just outside my apartment door. i look around my place - nothing looks different...........
just as im contemplating whether i should be angry or scared, if i should confront the guy or not - i hear the keys scraping at the lock again. so i open it.
i stand there face-to-face with this middle-aged asian man. im in my pjs - my hair is doing everything but remain presentable to another human being and my face looks as though ive just awoken from the dead........... but i stand strong.
hello - i say.
oh, you live here? - he says.
ummmmmmm.................. yeah?! no - i just like to randomly set up all my furniture in vacant apartments and then sleepover.... but instead i respond - yes.
we stand in an awkward silence and i am left with the confusing decision of whether i should continue this conversation or shut the door and go back to sleep.... he decides for me...
i am here to re-do your bathroom tile - he says.
oh - i say.
they told me it would be vacant, see i have the paperwork - he holds up a crumpled sheet that i cant read because its too early for my brain to process what my eyes see.
awkward silence.
as my brain is trying to process this, i open the door a little and he walks in. what happened next was a mumble-jumble of him trying to explain that he was told my apartment would be vacant for him to come in and do the job and that it complicated things greatly for the fact that i was there................
well - thats a bit of an exaggeration -- the only REAL complication is the fact that because he wants to do tile work in the shower - i cant shower for a few days....
OH.
right - no problem. its not like i need to look good or anything for the 24hr shift i have coming for work in a few hours.
... we established that because he had to go to the store to get the supplies i could shower while he was gone..... great.
he left....
i showered....
and now i got new tile in my bathroom.
morale of the story: ...if you don't know it by now...
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