Why? What's the point in doing whatever everyone wants or thinks is the right thing? There is none. Is it something that is going to make you happy? Then HELL YES do it! But don't do it because society tells you to. Ha! I laugh in the face of society. So my new motto lately has been:
I do not conform
I say it rather often…."Mandy you should do this…don't do that….what the hell are you even doing?" I don't have the slightest clue…I just know I'm not gonna conform! He he
Needless to say I was out of work for two months since the accident. I took a leave. Was on disability. Not because I was physically disabled but emotionally damaged. Not working was much needed for a while. But then after some time. I wanted needed to go back to working. Having a free open schedule seems nice. But it drove me freakin bonkers. Like pull my hair out bonkers. I truly felt like an unproductive person in society. I. Have. To. Work. Well I went back. Not because I am any less emotionally unstable. In fact in some ways I am probably more unstable. But you know what? I'm soooo freakin happy I did. Being useful to something has really helped me. Being able to feel like I am working towards a goal is grrrrrreat! However if I could go back to not having to set my alarm and just waking up when I naturally do and then heading on into work…I so would. Alarms suck.
I. Love. Beauty and the Beast. Always have always will. Every girl has there go to Disney movie and this was mine. I can not tell you the countless times that I was Belle for Halloween. Like 5… Cause I’m obsessive like that. This was my first love story that I fell in love with. I probably watched this on the daily…ask my mom she will vouche for me! There were certain scenes I could not watch…well only one…the west wing. I would yell for my mommy…”she is going in the west wing!” My mother would have to come and fast forward…vhs style…(yes I’m old…hence Quarter Life Crisis here) and then I would be a ok.
The ironic thing out of all of this was that I oddly had a crush on Gaston….always was a sucker for muscles 💪🏽. Arnold Schwarzenegger was my first real human crush. But you know the bad boy strong man type.
But out of all my Beauty and the Beast memories THIS is my favorite…My Papa and I on, yes a Halloweenwhere I was Belle…
So we did thing called an engagement photoshoot this weekend. And then I was told I don’t get to see them for about a week. I. AM. DYING. I wanna see them now. I want to pick and post them and order our save the dates. To say my patience is being tested is a understatement. And now that we are doing these things and time is shrinking in and in I am so understanding how women become bridezillas. Patience is tested constantly. Especially when things go a little awry. I may just need to look into a Xanax prescription for the couple month. I think everyone surrounding me will appreciate that.
My famous words every morning when my alarm goes off. It goes off…I say nah 5 more minutes…snooze my alarm…it goes off again. And I repeat this process maybe 3 or 4 times Except snooze goes for 9 minutes NOT 5 but I think that 4 minute difference isn’t going to be that big of a deal. Well it is. It’s the difference from watching the news, doing my hair, doing my make up, packing a lunch, and making breakfast to what ends up happening. Which is that I become so groggy from all my snoozing that I finally look at that time and JUMP out of bed with 10 minutes left to get dressed and attempt at as many of the above listed as possibly. So what usually gets accomplished is I throw some clothes on run to the bathroom, brush my teeth, spray some stuff in my hair (that will inevitably get thrown in a bun) grab my “to-go” make up bag, run back to the kitchen grab some coffee and an instant oatmeal and bolt out the door. Make up gets applied in the car and I rush off to work. I get to work and always say…I really ought to get up earlier so I can look cuter today. God only knows what will end up happening when I have children.
I have two passwords that I use for just about every account. Then I realized how border line unsafe that is considering if someone were to find out one of them they could access a whole bunch of my crap. But too bad that’s how I roll. UNTIL I lock myself out for some reason and then have to press “forgot password” and go through the steps to reset it to eventually get the notice that I can’t change my password to one I’ve used before. Excuse me!?! Do they understand what that does to this women?? This is why I have come up with a Password Keeper to safely have all these massive amounts of logins in one place. Just don’t lose this paper cause uh ya you’d be screwed.
So part of adulting means you learn things you thought you already knew. Today my lesson was about the toaster. The dial to be specific. I always saw the numbers on the dial and I just naturally assumed they meant the level of toastiness the toast would be. Like on a toaster scale of 1 to 7 how burnt do you want this. Well ladies and gentlemen that is not quite the case. Those numbers represent minutes. Minutes guys. When I realized that, I could not believe that I never grasped that before. I mean 7 minutes would be a level 7 burnt…it’s in the toaster for 7 dang minutes.
Ive decided I’m just going to continue with toastiness scale…it’s more fun that way.