Welcome to Gripe City. The Single Gal's Favorite Place This Week.

I just wanted to check in and let someone know that I resisted the Kendra Scott sale on Gilt this week, the purchases outlined in Monday's post that I wanted to make, and made myself stop dreaming of that Lilly Pulitzer swimsuit.  

The bottom line is I have really, really, really wanted to shop this week.  Mainly because things have been really hard and lame at work lately and I am just sick of it.  I am trying to be positive but I am kind of over that and just moving towards indifference.  I talk to a lot of cry babies all day whose definition of "fair" is extremely ridiculous.   I can't take it.  I can't take people spam calling me and not leaving a message.  As if they were 5 year olds and not actual grown ups.  Lord help me.  

I am hoping that my plans for a long overdue pedicure {haven't had one since I came back from NYC!} and a trip to The Dry Bar on Saturday morning with Em {birthday fun for her!} before lunch with an old friend from my old job {you know, the one I loved} will make me a bit more relaxed and not so high strung about all the small things at work that are getting to me.   I keep trying to tell myself to look at the big picture.  Maybe I'll get through to my own hard head before the end of the week.  

Also, I am assuming I will like work more in March.  Where I will get 3 paychecks, perhaps a bonus, finish my taxes, and just maybe plan a vacation with 3 Putt that I can look forward to going on.  

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~

Some Days...

There are some days when I just want to come home, walk the dog, curl up on the couch and read my book at night.  Wait -- I want to do that most days.  And most days when I wake up I just want some peace and quiet.  Coffee with Hogan or another loved one,  my book, some flowers, maybe some Squawk Box quietly in the background.   

But most days are a lot more hectic than the ideal.  Most days are filled with long "To Do" lists at work.  Another long "To Do" list for the hours after work.  Gym trips.  Meals that need to be planned.  Schedules that need to be kept and maintained.  Budgets.  Taxes.  Dog walks.  Laundry.  Dishes that need to be washed.  Groceries.  I could go on.  

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really ready for the weekend.  And, while I can't move into retirement any time soon, I guess the bright side of all the regular days is how much they remind you to treasure what little time off you have each weekend.  A friend of mine asked me if I could see Friday yet while I was at work this morning -- I couldn't. But now I do.  Or I will after I finish the laundry.  

And after all my Thursday griping...I hope to wake up tomorrow and feel this way {because who the hell doesn't love The Cure and Friday for that matter?}

Love you. Mean it. 

~the single gal~

Hey, It's OK...

I know lots of bloggers do their ode to Glamour magazine and make their own "Hey, It's OK..." list.  I'm also here to tell you that I'm not too good to make my own, and frankly, I could use some "Hey, It's OK..." reinforcement in my life right now. 

Hey, it's

...to miss him.

...to not make up the bed before you leave for work in the morning. 

...to have deep conversations with the dog. 

...to buy pretty things because it makes you feel just a little bit better about life.

...to want to tell someone to spare you the "You'll find someone/He's out there" conversation. 

...to want to tell the New Girl that once upon a time he thought I was perfect, too. 

...to de-friend people on Facebook.

...to cry about it. 

...to wash your hair twice a week.

...to love Instagram like everyone else. 

...to be angry sometimes. 

...to skip a work out.

...to read Fifty Shades of Grey -- it doesn't diminish your intelligence or appreciation for proper, well-written novels. 

...to come home and do nothing after work every once in a while. 

...to not want to talk about it. 

...to go a little over 3000 miles before that next oil change...just a little though.

...to want to travel back in time to those undergrad years some days. 

...to miss him some more.