Day Two

sunday was a tough one to get through. i was hella tired. dehydrated. and just not feelin it. it was my fifth day in a row working. and i know to most of you it's like "that's like working mon-fri". but most of you don't have to get ready for work like you're getting ready to go out... and most of you don't have to stand for your WHOLE work day... and try to do that in heels. and give awesome customer service.. i'm not complainin, i love my job. but i was drained by then.

these are my feet at jurs party on saturday night. i also wore these to work on saturday. anyway, the point of posting the photo was to say this... i tried wearing them again to work on sunday morning. a my feet said, "fuck no you're not wearing these right now. you better take your ass back there and show us some love." and i said "well i thought makin ya'll look cute WAS showing ya'll love." but they weren't havin it. so after a mental argument between me and my feet, my ass was in the back room changing into my flats before ten minutes passed. "the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak..." hahahaha...

anyway, a big reason why i got through the day was these girls. if you knew us, you'd know why. that's us on sunday. i am definitely gonna miss my team.

alex and i had a power conversation during one of my fifteen minute breaks. it was hilarious. all i can say is: we make a great team.

after work, my mom and i had some moving/wedding talk. i'm glad my relationship with my mom took a positive turn. the decisions i've made in my life have definitely brought us closer, and taught us to listen and understand each other.

sunday night was reserved for my sister. we had a date to watch The Ugly Truth, you know the new katherine heigl/gerard butler rom-com.. i really liked it. it was hilarious. but hella cute at the same time. i'd watch it again. it's gonna be a big change being away from my mom and sister. but we have a strong foundation. i know we'll be ok. we always are. here's me and my sister spending some quality time together as kids...

at the end of the day, i woke alex up. again. and we had another one of our conversations. we were on the phone til hella late. well not HELLA late.. til like 12:30. but that's late for him cuz he has to wake up at 6:00am everyday. it reminded me of when he was in iraq. we would AIM each other on my mornings, which were his nights. and we would talk for hours. and i knew it would be getting late.. glancing at the clock every coupla minutes.. knowing he should get to bed. but i wanted to converse still. so i wouldn't say anything. and he would finally type, "ok, love..." and that's when i knew our time was up. last night at 12:32 he said, "ok, my love.." and i said "ok, fine. good night."

i fell asleep right after.


"sharing headphones..."this was how we gave each other hope. look at us now.