I took a split shift today to make sure all of our hours got covered; I worked from 8AM to 1PM, then took off until 4PM, came back and will be here for another hour and a half 'till 9PM. I don't even dare tally up today's hours. It's more than I care to admit to and if I admit to 'em, I have to also admit I really AM a workaholic like Jericca/Crowmamma
says I am... I know she's right, I just like the fact I can conveniently ignore her rightness in the matter. So when you read this, Jericca, shut up.
Haha, love you, Bitch, you know that.
I found my disposable jewelry polishing cloths that had taken to hiding from me earlier today, and during this shift with no one calling Mandi, I've been polishing some of my sterling silver to keep myself occupied, out of trouble and from abusing my access to doctors' phone numbers. (So I don't call them up and say, "hey, Doc, it's Mandi! You didn't call me, so I thought I'd call you. What's up?" Yeah, jobs get lost over crap like that, so it's for the better I'm getting tarnish all over Creation (Creation = my desk and hands) and making my jewelry look stunning. It beats the alternative, AND my stuff looks like a million bucks. Yay!
I think, speaking of jewelry in a roundabout fashion, I'm shrinking. One of my rings that only fit on my right pinkie now fits on my right ring finger. Nice! (For the record, the Ancient Egyptians thought a vein ran from your left ring finger directly into your heart, and the person who "put a ring on it," so to speak, would have your fidelity. No such vein exists, but isn't that a romantic story for why we wear our wedding bands, given to us by our One And Only, on our left ring fingers?) I am not married, obviously, but I do wear a textured sterling silver band on my left ring finger, (made to resemble a tree), with my initals and John's stamped into the band. (Like we carved 'em on a tree, it looks like, only we didn't, 'cause that's mean to the tree and Mandi ain't mean to trees. Mandi like trees. Trees good.) I know the vein I mentioned going DIRECTLY to my heart doesn't exist, but John is still my one and only.
And mentioning that ring, it could use some polishing, so I took my jewelry cloth to it and wow, that shines up nice, I almost forgot how great it looks when properly cared for. In my defense, I just lost my polishing cloths/rags, the disposable ones I favor that work the best, I wasn't being neglectful of my shiny stuff. Everything's back up to standard now, and super shiny, too. Dang, I love my stuff. I love all of my jewelry, for one reason or the other, and everything in my super special shiny collection has a special meaning to me or some kind of sentimental value. Right now I am sporting my tree bark/MLP + JHB initials stamped ring and my three Claddagh rings... plus my Fuschite ring I got just because I thought it was pretty from XtremeGems on Etsy.com, who sells fantastic, eye catchin' stuff for pennies. Truly, you gotta check out my friend XtremeGems next time you get a chance. You shan't be disappointed!
I'm almost completely packed and ready to go tomorrow morning, minus my toiletries travel bag that I need to use yet tonight for my bath, plus my toothbrush to brush my fangs before I leave tomorrow. (Nothing feels better than two things in this world when clean; 1) clean teeth, and 2) clean hair. I love the feelings of both more than just about anything!) I have to remember to pack my iPod and cell phone charger cords, I forgot the latter of the two last time, though I fortunately did not lose cell battery power. I wrote a checklist with boxes to cross off to follow in the morning to make sure it all gets taken care of, packed and hauled away with me to John's place. Man, I'm looking forward to seeing my honey again! He's so easy to miss when we're apart, and it's so easy to fall into a pattern of sharing a life together when we meet up again. I could see myself living with John, spending the remainder of our very happy days together.
And truly they are happy days, the happiest I've ever known. Every day that John's in is a great day, indeed. My life has so greatly improved because of his presence in it. I'm not saying I'd off myself if he weren't in my life, but that man certainly makes life worth living. He makes me truly LIVE. I don't just exist anymore, I truly, honestly LIVE because of him. And for him. Some may have a love worth dying for, and that's nice and all, but I have a love that's worth LIVING for.
I hope you all find yourselves a love in your life worth living for.
God love you, I do. I'll see you next Monday, if I don't talk to you before then.
Mandi L. Pope