This week, I'm borrowing Liv's favorite phrase as of now: Being honest... I killed it.
I'll admit it: sometimes, the simplest things make me feel like a boss.
Salad prep for the week? Killed it. Online meeting Wednesday night, while cooking potatoes, taking notes, writing a post for Medium, while still asking relevant questions of the presenter? No problem. Next: I recycled my old computer instead of letting it sit dead in my loft for the next two years. Boom. What now, pitches? (<-- one of my absolute favorite auto corrects. I'm the world's worst texter, and things like "audi ott 7" and "duck tim pitch" are constantly sending from my phone. And yea, I'm still the rebel who hits send without proofreading.)
But, on this beautiful week 10 of interruptions, it is more than recycled computers and making lunches that has me feeling all sorts of put together. This weekend, Old Man River and I had plans. We were going to go skiing together and enjoy all the powder we keep getting updates about. Because we weren't really in the frame of mind to ruin Olivia's life (or our day), we made plans for her to go to see Jade Carey and the rest of the OSU women battle it out with Utah in gymnastics. (Beavs won, btw. Let's go.)
And because Karma can be such an asshole, River and I got up at 5, packed the ski gear in record time, made two pots of coffee--one for the mugs, one for the thermos--and hit the road three hours before the lifts would start turning. And one a half hours later, we came to a dead stop outside of Oakridge, a place with zero cell service, for what we assumed (and later confirmed) was an accident. Well, fuck.
We waited for almost 40 minutes. There were no signs, no flares, no updates to be had. We watched all of the emergency vehicles pass us, and then ODOT to put out the signs. And we watched the traffic pile up behind us, and we watched the clock tick closer and closer to the time of estimated arrival at the mountain...and being Jaja and Shitzy, Old Man River and Krissy, we couldn't wait longer. Normal people, like the two miles of cars behind us? They can wait. The Ras's with their military-like time schedules and routine parking spot, even for a fun activity? They cannot.
So we turned around, regrouped, said sayonara to our day-date of sunshine and powder, and went home to change out ski gear for hiking gear. And because Karma was still on her high horse, our usual hiking hill was completely full of people also trying to enjoy the first dry day and sunshine in over a week. There was not a parking spot or small sliver of roadside to be had, and so, we had to adapt for the second time in four hours and go to a different hiking spot.
To say we were melting is an understatement. Running on a Chomps and nineteen cups of coffee, we persevered, and at our third attempt on parking, Karma took a goddamn nap and a gentleman waved us down to say he was leaving if we wanted his parking spot. And lo and behold, the kindness of a stranger and 2 hours walking in the woods saved our day. (The day drinking we engaged in after the hike didn't hurt either.)
It's the simple things in life, yeah?
Which brings us to the last reason I'm walking around like a goddamned queen this weekend: I crafted a jacket for Liv. And it does not look like shit. One might even say it looks pretty amazing. (Me. I would say that.)
I am not crafty. I am not artsy, I am not thrifty. I see something I like it, and I purchase it. But this time...this time I saw something and, for the first ever in my life, thought, I can make that. And I motherforking did.
Liv and I are paying homage to "Fearless" Taylor, with a little flare of "Speak Now" and "Red." My girl, she loves some sparkles. And so, with that, I spent 13 dollars on some gems and a little rhinestone glue.
Marth Fucking Stewart. I mean...sort of. In this instance, at least. I did buy us both new dresses and new boots, and I'm still gonna pay someone to paint my nails, but this jacket? All me.
I hope your week 10 has you feeling like a boss, beautiful people, even if it's just because your lunches are prepped and your kitchen is clean. (Or because you finally took your Christmas tree down... *Michelle* Cough *Michelle*.)
xoxo