It’s frakking hot in my office. I am miserable and an iced coffee from Starbucks can only do so much. From rain on Saturday to hot wind and 92 degrees…I can’t take it! I need time to adjust. I’ve never been so happy that the university is a casual work environment. I fully intend to exercise my right to wear flip-flops to the office. But I’ll stop short of laying out on the (extensive) grounds–it’s one thing to be a bikini clad resident, and quite another to sunbathe whilst your coworkers go about their daily business. The good news is that tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the 70s. Santa Barbara 70s is perfect weather…don’t you all wish you were here with the tan surfers and the cross-country runners in their shirtless glory? The views are spectacular! And I haven’t even mentioned the islands and the mountains and the lagoon…
I sat out on a bench during my lunch, letting the wind whip my hair into a perfectly tousled coif. My cheeks feel a bit more than sun kissed–I’ll have to remember to up the SPF application. Twenty-five is too young for permanent sun damage. I’m so happy the weather has cleared up! It means iced tea, accidental tanning sessions, and watermelon on the patio.
Who’s up for a visit?
Today I’m celebrating 25 glorious years of snarky commentary and guileless imagination! Okay, so I probably wasn’t providing running commentary on all things straight from the womb, but I’m pretty sure I was a vocal baby. By the time I was able to talk and form complete sentences I was most definitely letting my crazy schemes run rampant–my relatives can attest to this. I never stood a chance at being normal!
All I want for my birthday is:
1. A group of well-wishers—check.
2. Carrot cake—check.
3. Excellent tuneage—check.
4. Chilled Champagne—check.
I think I have a great day in the making.
Thoughts on being a quarter-century girl:
I’ve gone through a lot of angst over the years wondering if I’ve made the right choices and generally distrusting the good times because I’m always expecting something bad to pop out from around the corner. I’m starting to come around to Colette’s way of thinking though…”What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner!”
I’d like to think I was destined for extraordinary things, but it took me 25 years to accept that bizarre and unconventional are synonyms for extraordinary and I can be equally happy on this less than perfect path.
Thanks to everyone for making this day special!
Currently playing: The Wreckers, Leave the Pieces
The blues seem to be sweeping the state. I’ve been ensconced in fog since April. Three of the Gal Pals are setting off towards wonderfully perilous futures, one is in a mud-slinging war, and another is waking up at all hours of the night. I think we need a collective break—or at least something to look forward to.
It’s important to maintain a healthy outlet for stress. I prefer chocolate indulgences and witty repartee (with you, in books, on TV, or in my own writing). Latte Lady likes to pound out her frustrations at the gym. Notorious M.A.G. rocks out on her commute home. Lucky 10-Key shops ‘til she drops (at Longs or any retail therapy outlet). Whatever makes you happy—do it everyday.
Life isn’t all doom and gloom, no matter what the weather forecaster says. So get out there and find your sunshine, bake some cupcakes, and ask your dad for a pony.
Currently playing: Anna Nalick, Catalyst
