Lip Ring. aka: Madonna

so.  I'm the type of person who sticks with the same things forever.  When I was growing up, my mom never ever rearranged the furniture.  Our house always looked the same and it was always clean.  This has contributed to the fact that I, as a grown adult, never rearrange my furniture.  It's where it belongs, and everything has a place. 

In saying that, I stick to things I know.  I know I like hard boiled eggs in the morning.  They're easy, they're fun, they're tasty, they're the incredible edible egg!  So I will have hard boiled eggs for breakfast every day of my life from here on out... as long as I remember to prepare them in advance.

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I have a nose ring.  I have had this nose ring for maybe 6 years.  Its a tiny pink gem and its unassuming and you'd miss it if you weren't looking for it.  I have not changed my nose ring it in 6 years.  It belongs. 

Now I have a lip ring. The stud i have sticks out a bit more than I'd prefer, so I went to Tulsa Body Jewerly to find something new and different.  I went in thinking i wanted a little black ball.  As the very helpful and knowledgable dude went over the selection, I discovered a lot that i hadn't considered.  Spikes, colors, gems, stars.  ..  stars.  I got a black star and i love love LOVE IT!  I put it in as soon as i got home.  SO EXCITED! 

JJ got home and gave me his firm approval, and thus, it belongs!  totally excited about my star! 

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So I have a job interview today, which actually is the reason I went to Tulsa Body Jewerly in the first place, to get a clear one so it wouldn't be as noticable in a job interview.  --incidently, the dude told me to just take it out for the interview; 30 minutes wouldn't be too bad.

~I digress~

So.  Job interview.  I was going to take the lip ring out in the car before i went in, but i forgot, so change of plans: I'll take it out in the elevator.  I get there and, keep in mind; this is the very tall gold building near ORU, so it has some floors, and I'm needed on the 9th.  The first elevator is for floors 33-6?  so I walk to the next elevator area which is for floors 11-33, so on I walk straight in front of the security desk, which was guarding the elevator area for floors 1-11ish.  The guard asks what I'm looking for.  I pointed to the elevator area and told him I needed to go to the 9th floor room 950 and i tried to walk through, but he insisted on knowing what company i was looking for as his got out 3" 3-ring binder directory full of tenants listed in every possible order, like a book of karaokie songs.  I told him it was "Rely energy or something," and he corrected me, saying i was probably looking for AEP, or another energy company.  I assured him it was "Rely energy."  After shuffling through different floors and companys, he gave the old alphabetical method a shot and sure enough, 950:  Rely Energy.  holy shit. 

"Oh, yea, just go in those elevators right there up to the 9th floor."  no shit.  I walk in and its a full length mirror, I push the button and immediatly work to unscrew the lip ring.  On one of my re-grasps, i felt it break off and could sense it falling into the mess of carpet that lie beneath my feet.  I instantaneously drop down to all fours, and I've got my face in the carpet looking intently, covering a rectangular area about 3 ft. x 4 ft.  The door opens and a lady gets on the elevator, and asks if everything is alright.  I explain that i've just lost the gem on my lip ring.  She commented that her daughter has one of those, and wished me luck.  Knowing that i'm cutting it close on time, I abandon the lip ring effort and go to my interview, noting that its on the first of the 3 elevators, and I'll be back for it.  The interview goes great.  I knocked them dead of course, but I'm over qualified for this perfect job, and they won't come up on the pay, so it's on the back burner for now.  We shake hands and i head to the elevators to find my star. 

I push the button and the elevator farthest from mine dings.  I send it down to the first floor and push the button again.  Ding. Ding. MY elevator.  Hop in, drop down, and intently look, but I quickly realize i'm going to need more time.  I push the red button that says "elevator stop," hoping against hope that it wasn't the kind of button attached to an alarm. 

I was wrong. 

I pulled it out quickly, and just pushed the buttons for several floors on the way.  I look and feel all over the floor and its definitely stuck somewhere deep in the tightly woven carpet... but i'm completely determied because i really love this lip ring.  Just then, the doors open and who do i see... the security guard.  He sticks his nose in my business again, and I explain what i'm looking for.  He proceeds to stand there staring at me, making me quite uncomfortable.  I give up on my star.  so sad. 

The entire way home i wanted to turn around and look some more.  i'm so broke and just can't afford to lose my new lip ring.  I resisted though and put my old one in again.  *tear*

I relayed the story to my husband  on our way home from the dog park, and he insisted that we go and get another one.  So sweet!!  So we walk in and the same dude who helped me yesterday was there, and I explained how i had lost my new one.  He asked about my job interview, and said for the bad luck he'd totally cut me a break.  I got it half price!!  Thanks Tulsa Body Jewerly!! 

Off to put the star back on my face! ;-)

1st day of the rest of my life!

When I was running this morning, I waited at my car for my workout buddy to finish with her run (her walk actually, as her dog refused to cooperate) and I looked at the beautiful sky, calm, and filled with all of the light pastel colors of a soft Oklahoma sunrise.  I saw a tall white building reflecting a light pink hue.  It looked clean, and had sharp angles and straight lines.  I've never noticed the building before, but I'm noticing many more pretty things as of late. 

My mornings used to involve working out at 5:30am, going home and savoring every last minute that I have for my life to be my own before I report to the dumping ground for the collective problems of a population of half and full-on lunatics suffering from mental, emotional and chronic physical problems.  This morning was different.  I was able to finish my workout, let my partner treat me to a delicious coffee substitute, and take time to enjoy the morning heat, before it reaches unbearable temperatures.  

I can now take a deep breath as a method of truly enjoying the fresh air around me and not as a coping mechanism for tolerating irrational people and their irrational angry thoughts all directed specifically, yet unduly at me. 


I took a nice, long, cool shower and was able to really care for my body, unlike a rushed morning shower where one is not in the moment but rather is thinking 2 steps ahead so nothing is forgotten and all is accomplished on time.  


I started to clean the kitchen and take mental inventory of all the things I would like to do today.  I have full awareness that I can do things in my own time, and that I'll be every bit as productive as I want to be, because I have all the time I need and I lack the maddening stress that I've been under.  I feel so free!  


So for today:
~  I will contact my (former) employer and let her know that I will be filing for unemployment (which she has already agreed not to contest in any way).  
~  I will update my resume
~  I have started a blog!!  
~  I will develop a list of my transferable job skills
~  I will develop a list of potential careers that interest me
~  I will develop a list of things that I would like out of life and out of a career
~  I will file for unemployment
~  I will do some home maintenance, such as cleaning out closets and cabinets
~  I will take a picture put my office desk and put it up for sale on Craigslist
~  I may or may not continue scraping wall paper off of my office walls
~  I will say some prayers of thanks throughout the day for the intervention God played in my life.  I will accept treatment for a dead end existence!

So let it be written, so let it be done!

I can't wait to take on this day and to live presently, knowing that I never have to return to that cesspool of psychological abuse.  


Happy Happy Day!








I'll finish each blog entry as I used to finish my journal entries, by quoting the song that is currently playing in my head:


---wow, there's actually no song playing in my head at the moment.  well this is awkward.