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So since Rob's been home, I've been thrifting a lot. Here are some of my favorite new items.
My new clock and lamp.
This picture doesn't do the chair justice. Its a great chair.
My new China Set.
I want to paint the living room a nice light brown to go with my new dark teal-ish entrance way. I hate that yellow.
So Rob has a great new job and hopefully he will start next monday. It's a better job where he will get a chance to learn a lot and get more creative with the photos but...the pay is a lot less. But I've been blessed with a budding freelance career that I am embracing and trying not to get to freaked out about. I'm waiting today to hear back from a guy about a rough draft of some writing I sent to him and I'm very nervous. I feel like this time of uncertainty and worry over Rob's job has been such an amazing thing. It has really made me question where my focus in life is...and I didn't like the answers I was coming up with. I feel like my perspective on everything has changed, I feel joy and love with an intensity I haven't felt since I was a child.
Blah blah blah...so cheesy it hurts. I've been crying at everything lately.
I celebrated one of my best friends' 30th Birthday this weekend. I had a great night except for the end when someone had the nerve to come up to me and tell me that I looked fabulous but that nose jobs weren't as painful or expensive as I might think. A few months ago that would have just eaten me up. Since 7th grade I've been getting unwelcome and uninvited commentary on my nose (it is out there for the world to see). In 7th grade Tommy F. told me that I was cute except that I had a big butt and a big nose. His words have stayed with me for years and had a bit of say in how I defined myself. No matter how good I felt about myself "big butt and big nose" rang in my ears.
Anyway, the guy at the bar was not trying to be mean. And I was sort of happy he said it just because it made me aware of how much his words don't matter, just as much as stinky ole' Tommy F.'s words didn't matter.
So here is me in all my nosey glory...I've tried to hide it in pictures posted on here up until now. This is from our trip to Newport Aquarium last week.
Ren and I are sad that Rob and I won't buy him that shark
This just makes me laugh. It's so Eli.
Ren is always acting. Here he is scared because he is in the Megalodon's mouth.
Oh yes, and we've become obsessed with 1950-60's monster classics...King Kong vs Godzilla, Mothra v Godzilla, Konga, etc...they really are THAT good.
My new clock and lamp.
This picture doesn't do the chair justice. Its a great chair.
My new China Set.
I want to paint the living room a nice light brown to go with my new dark teal-ish entrance way. I hate that yellow.
So Rob has a great new job and hopefully he will start next monday. It's a better job where he will get a chance to learn a lot and get more creative with the photos but...the pay is a lot less. But I've been blessed with a budding freelance career that I am embracing and trying not to get to freaked out about. I'm waiting today to hear back from a guy about a rough draft of some writing I sent to him and I'm very nervous. I feel like this time of uncertainty and worry over Rob's job has been such an amazing thing. It has really made me question where my focus in life is...and I didn't like the answers I was coming up with. I feel like my perspective on everything has changed, I feel joy and love with an intensity I haven't felt since I was a child.
Blah blah blah...so cheesy it hurts. I've been crying at everything lately.
I celebrated one of my best friends' 30th Birthday this weekend. I had a great night except for the end when someone had the nerve to come up to me and tell me that I looked fabulous but that nose jobs weren't as painful or expensive as I might think. A few months ago that would have just eaten me up. Since 7th grade I've been getting unwelcome and uninvited commentary on my nose (it is out there for the world to see). In 7th grade Tommy F. told me that I was cute except that I had a big butt and a big nose. His words have stayed with me for years and had a bit of say in how I defined myself. No matter how good I felt about myself "big butt and big nose" rang in my ears.
Anyway, the guy at the bar was not trying to be mean. And I was sort of happy he said it just because it made me aware of how much his words don't matter, just as much as stinky ole' Tommy F.'s words didn't matter.
So here is me in all my nosey glory...I've tried to hide it in pictures posted on here up until now. This is from our trip to Newport Aquarium last week.
Ren and I are sad that Rob and I won't buy him that shark
This just makes me laugh. It's so Eli.
Ren is always acting. Here he is scared because he is in the Megalodon's mouth.
Oh yes, and we've become obsessed with 1950-60's monster classics...King Kong vs Godzilla, Mothra v Godzilla, Konga, etc...they really are THAT good.