Pinterest saved me

 This morning i felt like i was "skipping" a beat.  Did i turn that water on?  Did i forget to put my coffee cup in the Kuerig after i hit "start"....yes.

And i almost got out of the shower without rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.

Imagine trying to get dressed.  I did put on a cute, fitted, short dress....and had the common sense to remember i am going to work not a rave.  Tore my closet apart, and finally opened pinterest for a quick look at things i had pinned for future dressing issues...like this.

Long black dress, High top black boots, denim jacket, hoops, done.

Thank you Pinterest.

I haven't been to the gym once.  Every morning i think of it.  And decide "tomorrow"........i need to get on the stick.  No one is going to make me do it.  I have to do this myself.  

Unlike cooking a turkey.  I had 7 different people telling me how to cook my turkey.  Guess what?  It's my turkey and i'll cook it the way i want.

With trepidation, tears, and love.  I will clean out the cavity like a grown ass woman, no gagging, no crying, maybe a little swearing.  I will be viewing many many recipes and because everyone is bringing something, i can focus on this bird and making it the best bird it can be.

Mister tried to tell me not to get this, and that.........i told him he is a guest and he can do what he likes at his home, but i wasn't asking for advice.  He said i sounded short tempered, and i suggested that was because i am.  Leave my bird to me buddy.  He, like many men, rush in to help when no help was requested.  Trust the process.  

Besides, he didn't like my idea to put his television over the fireplace at his house.  So mind your beeswax.  

Its very strange staking my claim on independence when at my home, and relinquishing all care to control at his house.  He is ocd for sure.  His home is spotless and i went to wash my hands in his bathroom sink after holding the lizard, and touching the snakes......he nearly passed out when i tried to use one of the sinks.......not THAT sink, this sink.  Is this sink broken?  No, it was not.  But use means having to clean an extra sink.

okayyyyyyyyyy.

I was going to crack on his shower doors, which could use some attention, but i'm not mean.  It would have sent him over the edge.  And he would have cleaned them that moment i'm sure.

Learning triggers is interesting.  He is very clean.  I appreciate that.  I can't wait till he pisses me off and i bring crackers to eat in bed...........i never said i wasn't a little evil.

He treats me well.  I treat him well.  We don't agree on a lot of things, but are able to discuss them.  He's not like anyone i've ever considered falling for.  I let him go 3 years ago because i didn't see a future with him.  Both of us have changed, grown, and compromised.  And here we are, taking it slow - developing boundaries.

Like my turkey.

And his second sink.

Might be weird, but.....it is what it is.  

And i really am looking forward to seeing him again.  

I can only imagine what it's like to have this good treatment be real and continue.

I did send him a leather binder to keep his rough drafts of his poetry in, and a box of my favorite fancy pens that don't smudge.  He was over the moon, like i paid off his mortgage.

So maybe he needs to get used to good treatment too.  However, there is no controlling my mouth or moods so......

In other news, I had a really good personal conversation with my "new" boss and we were talking about the gym.  He was really encouraging and i think i'm going to actually start using my membership here at work.  Tomorrow morning!