[Playing Catch-up]

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It’s been awhile since I last posted, and for that, I apologize.

Here’s the short version of what’s been going on:

  • I turned 25.
  • My mom came to visit.
  • I fell in love.

 

Here’s the long version:

You know when you say you love someone for the first time it feels weird coming out of your mouth even if you wholeheartedly believe it? Yeah, that happened. After Mr. Sullivan and I exchanged those words Valentine’s Day weekend (a touch cliche, but it felt right) for a week afterwards it felt a little strange. I have never, ever, ever, ever felt this way about someone and I think we might be in it for the long haul…but stay tuned to find out.

I turned 25, but my last couple birthdays have been kind of depressing. Last year it was the first one I spent away from my mom, dad, and sister so to say it was weird, is an understatement. It was so nice having my aunt, uncle, and cousin to celebrate with, but it wasn’t the same; I didn’t really have any friends and I was in this new, unfamiliar place far away from everything I’d ever known. (I’m sorry that was so dramatic.)

This year it was totally different; I have friends, and a wonderful boyfriend who went above and beyond what I was expecting. I had a lovely morning and got flowers delivered to me at work (bravo) and also received an orchid from Sara, who is the sweetest. My work day was easy and lots of people said ‘Happy Birthday.’ (Last year basically nobody at work knew who I was, and my birthday was on a Sunday.) As soon as I got home, which was early, I hopped in the shower and got ready for dinner. My handsome man picked me up curb side and even showed up with more gifts, which I was not expecting; flowers and dinner would have been more than enough. BUT, he got me a lovely Kiehl’s set of lotions, facial cleanser, and soaps, AND a very generous gift card to Aritzia. Then on top of all that, we went to Palisade, which is tres nice.¬†I felt so special, loved and like I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Three days later, my mom came to visit me! There were some flying issues, but she managed to make it to Seattle only 12 hours late. I felt like we went non-stop for four days straight; we went to the Space Needle, Chihuly exhibit, took the monorail downtown and explored Pike Place Market, visited the Seattle Art Museum, had dinner with Mr. Sullivan (that’s right, Mama Liz met the boyfriend), spent an entire day at the Salish Lodge and Spa getting massages and mani-pedis, we had dinner next to Snoqualmie Falls, ate a late breakfast at Toulouse Petit, drove up to the casino and outlet mall in Tulalip, and then finally met up with my aunt and uncle for a late lunch Sunday afternoon. My mom spent a couple of days with my cousin and we reunited Wednesday night when I brought her home with me. She was able to venture around city center and visited the EMP museum Thursday. When I got home from work we went to see the Ballard locks and got dinner at Red Mill. Obviously it was a tearful goodbye, but she’s my mama and I’m gonna miss her…until the next time.

So that’s that. Hope it was worth the wait!

 

– S

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[304] Whoremone Monday

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I honestly had one of the worst days that I can remember…ever. It started out normally, and I made it to work without incident even though it was raining and we all know that most of Washington state drivers can’t drive in the rain. I made banana chocolate chip walnut muffins yesterday, so I brought some into work to share, and to eat for breakfast. I even managed to knock out work to finish up three projects before a meeting at 11, but after that meeting everything went downhill. I won’t go into specifics, but I basically got emotionally and work ass raped for the rest of the day. It wasn’t at all fun and I couldn’t wait to leave except that I had to stay late to finish something that was due at the end of the day, which means I hit traffic on the way home and instead of it taking me 30 minutes, it took an hour to get 13 miles. Fuck that shit.

I made an emergency stop at the grocery story, and what I came out with was of such a weird variety I’m still not sure how I feel about it: herbed Beecher’s cheese curds, grapes, apples, yogurt, chocolate milk, Ben and Jerry’s peanut butter cup ice cream, salmon, waffle fries, and a bottle of wine. And even though I was crying a little uncontrollably as I drove home from the store, after eating some of the cheese curds, a huge heap of waffle fries with ketchup, and a peanut butter cup chocolate milk…shake, everything seems ok now. Winning my fantasy game helped, I’m sure, and not having to work tomorrow is a huge factor, but it still amazes me how much of an influence food has over my mood. I’m lucky I’m not a heifer.

 

– Stephanie

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[158] Yellow Light Whisperer

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On my drive home today I literally, and actually, hit every single yellow light. I convincingly made it through two-thirds of them, but the other third is questionable. I’m also pretty positive I’m working on an impressive “kiss” spot on my ceiling (it’s good luck, when going through a yellow light, to kiss your hand, and then touch the ceiling of your car). Incidentally, I’m very lucky.

 

РStephanie 

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