M is for Mystified

I am often reminded of how when you put your need into the universe it will be given to you. I was forcibly reminded on Sat. The man's truck had had brake problems two weeks before, which involved a 80 dollar repair turning into a 300 repair. Now realise, money is THE stress button for me. I hate being surprised with spending, even if I want whatever it is. While we were in for the brakes, they said that the ball joints were really loose and should be fixed. Not being my actual vehicle, I decided to let him take care of it later.
He wouldn't. He said I was being pesty. And that it would be ok.
Fast forward to two weeks later and his truck not working. I ask around and am told fix probably cost between 2-300. I don't actually know what is going on with the truck though. The fix ends up costing...wait for it...

700 dollars. no shit. I was basically wigging the hell out. I had my first jam session with this girl I know, and I almost blew it off I was so upset. I get there after a mediocre fight with the man, and not an hour later the phone rings.
"So my brother just called, and he hadn't checked his mail in three weeks, and there was a check for me from the city for $870."
Obviously someone up there just likes to see me sweat. haha.

insane. but thanks.

M is for Mommy

Today was...long. And...full of things that real grown ups are supposed to handle well. And you know who I appreciate? My mum. Even if her way of making me feel better was to lecture me about how much better off I am than she was. It was from the heart!

M is for Mimsy

Today we went to the Butterfly Conservatory. It was Cold. Like seriously cold. So we went somewhere warm. And sunny. And tropical. And...flutterbye-e. I just sat there and sucked up the warmth...amazing. Also, we brought home some babies in the form of button quail. Colonel Sanders, Hobbes, and Woodstock are peeping under their heat lamp at this moment. I will try remember how cute they are at 2 am when the light is still on. Try hard.

Best moment is when a butterfly landed on my shoulder. So cheesy. So true. Ha

M is for Mazarine

Today I went to the grocery store with my man. We bought asparagus, and porkchops, and garlic, and pears, and italian bread. We made a meal, together, complimenting and helping each other's recipes. Creating something is a wonderful feeling, and the full belly after making a meal that satisfies on so many levels explains why obesity is an epidemic. ha.

You can see who I am by looking over to the side. That pretty much describes me. I'm a different sort of person, and I want to remain that way.

So, my real reason for creating this blog has to do with my desire to change. Ok, not really change, per se, but to be happier. Well, I am happy, but in a stagnant, unappreciative, everyday is kinda the same and good, but not exciting like I think life needs to be kinda way. I want to use this to find something to appreciate every day. Big. Small. A leaf, a kiss, a smile, a stranger doing something completely unexpected. I want to start looking for things to blog about, and therefore notice more in my life that sometimes passes by when we start to expect things. I want to spend more time Being and less time worrying. The people we love to be around are able to make us appreciate things in our life that we don't normally see. They seem to have a recipe for happiness that we don't understand. I'm looking to do that for myself. If someone else enjoys it, then all the better. Thank you for coming with me.