Its Only 365 Days
114/365: RUNNING INTO OLD FRIENDS
24 APR 14
It happened again! I'm at home and I'm about to go out for a Wally run, and I think I have two choices, look like crap and do a dash and grab keeping my face down so no one sees me, or put on muh face, put on some decent clothes, and look presentable like someone with at least half of some class. I chose option B, and THANK GOODNESS yet again I have listened with all my heart to the advice of Clinton and Stacey who said over the years that you can wear the same number of pieces that it takes to look put together as you can to not and to look like a mess because I ran into some old friends. I was browsing and then from three rows over across the way, I hear my name being called. I look up at there is A and I shopping for their new apartment. A, who is 6'4, ran to me again in slo motion, just like we did at the park months ago, and swung me around. He's literally I think the only one who can do this because I'm 5'9. I'm a hard one to pick up unlike those 5'2 girls whom you can put in your pocket. It felt really good too, ha! Well, instead of just do the whole, okay we saw each other move on with our days, we decided to shop together. The only thing I came to Wally for was a plate. I'm sick of just posting my food pix on white plates so I was looking for something a bit more creative, however, when I later got home, I realized this plate, though I love the color and design, is too deep for food photos. In order to get those low angles, which food shots basically are, you need a flatter surface, but this has about a 3/4 lip on it, which blocks the shots. I was bummed, however hanging out with A and I was fun. Apparently much to their chagrin their new apartment was previously owned by smokers. They had no time to see the apartment beforehand as their lease on their old was running out so they needed something fast and didn't want to rush into home buying, so the day the movers were moving in, they walked in like Oh My God, what is that smell-it's an ashtray. This would have been one of my biggest nightmares as I cannot 'do' smoke. It is the nastiest grossest thing ever. I recall being a kid and staying with my aunt in Dallas for the first time, not realizing her husband was a smoker, and I walked in and immediately I felt overwhelmingly sick. It was so bad that I ended up violently retching there for a good while. I tried my best to just inhale the smell of my scented lotions, but it was so overpowering. I remember going out to a Target and realizing much too my horror, how bad I smelled. I mean, he smoked in the car too, so the scent was like I just bathed in a hundred cigarettes---all in my hair, my clothes. I'm sure everyone around us was like, my god, what is that smell. The next visit, we got a hotel, that's for sure!!!!
Anyway---it's been a tough week, and I am trying to catch up with the uploads and editing, so it's been a really long process to try and get everything I need done and deal with myself.
114/365: RUNNING INTO OLD FRIENDS
24 APR 14
It happened again! I'm at home and I'm about to go out for a Wally run, and I think I have two choices, look like crap and do a dash and grab keeping my face down so no one sees me, or put on muh face, put on some decent clothes, and look presentable like someone with at least half of some class. I chose option B, and THANK GOODNESS yet again I have listened with all my heart to the advice of Clinton and Stacey who said over the years that you can wear the same number of pieces that it takes to look put together as you can to not and to look like a mess because I ran into some old friends. I was browsing and then from three rows over across the way, I hear my name being called. I look up at there is A and I shopping for their new apartment. A, who is 6'4, ran to me again in slo motion, just like we did at the park months ago, and swung me around. He's literally I think the only one who can do this because I'm 5'9. I'm a hard one to pick up unlike those 5'2 girls whom you can put in your pocket. It felt really good too, ha! Well, instead of just do the whole, okay we saw each other move on with our days, we decided to shop together. The only thing I came to Wally for was a plate. I'm sick of just posting my food pix on white plates so I was looking for something a bit more creative, however, when I later got home, I realized this plate, though I love the color and design, is too deep for food photos. In order to get those low angles, which food shots basically are, you need a flatter surface, but this has about a 3/4 lip on it, which blocks the shots. I was bummed, however hanging out with A and I was fun. Apparently much to their chagrin their new apartment was previously owned by smokers. They had no time to see the apartment beforehand as their lease on their old was running out so they needed something fast and didn't want to rush into home buying, so the day the movers were moving in, they walked in like Oh My God, what is that smell-it's an ashtray. This would have been one of my biggest nightmares as I cannot 'do' smoke. It is the nastiest grossest thing ever. I recall being a kid and staying with my aunt in Dallas for the first time, not realizing her husband was a smoker, and I walked in and immediately I felt overwhelmingly sick. It was so bad that I ended up violently retching there for a good while. I tried my best to just inhale the smell of my scented lotions, but it was so overpowering. I remember going out to a Target and realizing much too my horror, how bad I smelled. I mean, he smoked in the car too, so the scent was like I just bathed in a hundred cigarettes---all in my hair, my clothes. I'm sure everyone around us was like, my god, what is that smell. The next visit, we got a hotel, that's for sure!!!!
Anyway---it's been a tough week, and I am trying to catch up with the uploads and editing, so it's been a really long process to try and get everything I need done and deal with myself.