I made a thing...

  Yesterday was all sunshine-y and warm so I took advantage of having the day off. By going to the local goodwill store. (They always have the best stuff and you know it;) Anyway as I am perusing down the racks of clothes, something in the corner catches my eye. So I wander over that way, being careful not to show my excitement, least another shopper gets any ideas about taking my stuff. Once I am safely across the room I pick up the piece to examine.  I turn it this way. And that. I flip it over. And finally, I tuck it under my arm and walk to the register. I lay it down along with the shirt and cute little Buddha that I have been carrying around with me for the last hour and then I am off. Once I am home I pull my finds out of my bag and I get to work. First I find all of the get well cards that I received the one time when I almost died( for more info see the blog, the time that car thing happened). Then I found the shirt I had been wearing, yes I kept it. Cut up and covered in blood as it was. Then I pulled out the necklace I had been wearing and finally, the book I wrote about the accident. I carefully placed each item inside the frame then closed it up and stood back to admire my handy work. My shadow box was complete. And I now have a neat little memory box full of the stuff that reminds me every day, that after that, there is nothing I can't handle.
                                       


                                         

Birthday surprise :)

     So it finally happened. Someone surprise partied me. 28 years and this had never happened so I thought I was safe. But then my best friend, we'll call her "Lakendra", pulled it off.  I was planning on a nice calm day off. Maybe some shopping, maybe I would buy a brownie or something because I refuse to make my own birthday cake. And my only living relative we'll call her "Darlene" hasn't been able to find the time to get me a cake in the last 7 years. But that is another story. Anyway, I am going about my business on that fateful day when I get a text asking me to stop by the store at 3:00. My heart sank. I didn't want to be called into work on my 29th birthday, even if I wasn't doing anything exciting.  Luckily that text was quickly followed up with "not to work, just need to see you about something" Whew. Bullet dodged. And then true to form, my mind went turbo on me. "What could I have done that they need to see me?" "Has there been a complaint made about something I have done?" "Is someone getting fired?" "Has someone died?" Extreme I know, welcome to my wonderful world of mental turmoil. So as my mind races I get dressed finishing off my look with the cupcake earrings that I wear every year on my birthday. ( I also have every year Halloween earrings and every year Christmas earrings, don't judge me.) And finally, I leave the house.
   As I near the store I don't know what to expect. But I walk in anyway. And I am so glad that I did. My used to be foster mom had brought me happy birthday balloons that were hanging up in our break area. And  "Lakendra" was there and so was "Sharon" And "Rudy" And even "Cidney"  Plus "Sharon" had brought her daughter so there was a cute little baby to play with. They each gave me gifts and it was the nicest surprise! I got a new shirt and a little chocolate dude. (I couldn't make that up if I  tried, it was a piece of chocolate shaped into a man lol thanks "Rudy") I got adult coloring books and the best part was.... the first BIRTHDAY CAKE  that I have had in 7 years!!!!!!!! (Thanks so much "Lakendra")  And it was shaped to look like my books.
    I had so much fun that day and to say it was the best birthday I've had in a long time would be an understatement. It was so nice to be around the people who are my new family since my real one is such a dud. ( Seriously who steals the bank card of someone while they are in the hospital trying not to die? My nephew that's who)  Anyway, best birthday ever and now......... Cake!