9:00am
Why is it that you never get anyone who smells good sitting next to you on the subway? Seriously!
Auntie Em was in full force this morning - that means it was windy- thank god for my new climate control hairspray. Although I could look like edward scissor hands right now and not know it.
On my walk to the train there was an automobile altercation - this poor guy in a convertible PT cruiser who looked like that gay--
Omg wait I've got to share that I thought the smelly woman sitting next to me got up but it was the girl on the other side of me and to boot, guy with body odor just scooted over. Fml.
Back to the PT cruiser gay jay Leno intern and old lady screaming at him. This story is suddenly unappealing and I may barf from all these horrific scents so I just got up. Thank god my stop is next. Im also pulling that "Cool person" move on the subway where I dont hold onto any of the safety bars.
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6:00pm
This day has inspired me. Not only to write but I don't think I've ever felt so good inside about myself in 29 years.
If you told me ten years ago id be working at a high profile law firm for high profile attorneys and kicking ass id probably laugh in your face. I had no guts, no confidence and wanted nothing to do with commuting into Manhattan.
And it's not even so much that I love what I do to death. Its that im just good at everything I touch. (Except the violin). Excuse the overly confident swee. But she's been hiding it away for too long.
In other words, I am so worth it. Worth every bit of awesomeness that comes my way. I can do anything I set my mind to. People like me, contrary to popular belief, and I am one marketable mother @#*$-.
The change I made three months ago was the scariest decision I have ever made. It's done more than just improve my commute, its changed me, so much for the better, I cannot even describe.
The people around me who have brought my level of confidence above the skyline I am so blessed for.
And whether or not I receive the promotion I interviewed for today ill still feel this way. My manager still said fantastic things to me about myself and i'll just take that with me.
I take only a little credit for this new me. Michelle Cast is the one everyone should thank. Day after day the last 11 years of our lives together she has done nothing but push me to do better for myself. Reminded me I was worth more than my present situation. Ripped up my roots, planted me where I deserved to be.
That's what the perfect spouse is supposed to do right?
Let me stop before u all begin to projectile vomit. This just might become a little too much happiness for anyone to read.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
sweetie + lisa = SWEESA
so allow me to explain the name of my actual blog.
Once upon a time there was a little girl named lisa. Her "fairy" Godmother Aunt Donna called to her one day, "sweetie!" She meant to say ...or was it "lisa!" She she wished to say...no matter how she tried to slice it it came out "SWEESA!" And from that moment forward little lisa was known to her family as sweesa.
As she grew the name went with her. Friends and family began to shorten it to sweez or the now very popular swee.
Good story, right? I know. (Sarcasm)
Anywho, when I was encouraged by many but especially the most by my wife Michelle to start this blog we decided I write best about true life. And because I have a twisted view...or sometimes im just plain backwards...we decided to call it "the swee life" a play on "the sweet life" because honestly my life is pretty sweet but that would just be very unoriginal and this is a huge run on sentence.
The end.
Once upon a time there was a little girl named lisa. Her "fairy" Godmother Aunt Donna called to her one day, "sweetie!" She meant to say ...or was it "lisa!" She she wished to say...no matter how she tried to slice it it came out "SWEESA!" And from that moment forward little lisa was known to her family as sweesa.
As she grew the name went with her. Friends and family began to shorten it to sweez or the now very popular swee.
Good story, right? I know. (Sarcasm)
Anywho, when I was encouraged by many but especially the most by my wife Michelle to start this blog we decided I write best about true life. And because I have a twisted view...or sometimes im just plain backwards...we decided to call it "the swee life" a play on "the sweet life" because honestly my life is pretty sweet but that would just be very unoriginal and this is a huge run on sentence.
The end.
black velvet if u please.
There is a woman who I swear lives at our gym. She seems to have made herself quite at home.
Red velvet, I will call her, for her flaming red hair that streaks with her dark roots that reminds me of a red velvet cupcake.
She is drenched in the perfume, Angel and wears heavy dark eye makeup. How this makeup does not run is a shock to me after spin class.
Today Red Velvet has set herself up in the ladies lounge. Her laptop hooked up, her arms stretched out across the only couch available to sit on and the faint sound of Rihanna "only girl in the world' coming from her headphones.
Red Velvet doesn't look up when I sit across the lounge from her. I know its because I am not Rihanna and also because I am not the locker room attendant woman who is her bff.
I kinda wanna makeup a song for her.
That is all.
Red velvet, I will call her, for her flaming red hair that streaks with her dark roots that reminds me of a red velvet cupcake.
She is drenched in the perfume, Angel and wears heavy dark eye makeup. How this makeup does not run is a shock to me after spin class.
Today Red Velvet has set herself up in the ladies lounge. Her laptop hooked up, her arms stretched out across the only couch available to sit on and the faint sound of Rihanna "only girl in the world' coming from her headphones.
Red Velvet doesn't look up when I sit across the lounge from her. I know its because I am not Rihanna and also because I am not the locker room attendant woman who is her bff.
I kinda wanna makeup a song for her.
That is all.
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