Lydia.

At least once a week someone makes a comment about the music I listen to based off of the silliest of things. The most recent goes as follows: I came into work yesterday and someone asked if I was excited to go to Wiz Kahlifa. [I won tickets] Naturally, I said yes. I was then told “Yeah, I figured you listened to that because your music is always loud when you come to work.”

Uh, okay? What am I supposed to say to that? Just because my music is up, I definitely listen to Wiz Kahlifa? Or is it rap or hip hop or black people or what? What does loud music have to do with genre?

For anyones information, I listen to just about anything. I can turn on the Beatles when I leave my house and be listening to Kenny Chesney by the time I park in the alley at work. The volume has nothing to do with who I listen to. At all.

Sometimes I want to scream so I listen to Alesana. Sometimes I want to cry so I listen to Hootie. Sometimes I miss my boyfriend so I listen to Jon Legend. Sometimes I want to remember the rain in 2008 so I listen to Metro Station. And sometimes, when people just don’t get me, I’ll listen to Spill Canvas.

The thing is, I get the same comment or reaction on a weekly if not daily basis. Are you telling me that I’m the only one that turns up the stereo in my car? That I actually use it for what it was designed to do? To be loud?

Give me a fucking break.

#GTCIGT

The weekend has come to a close once again. I’ve noticed that it happens every five days or so. I live in what I like to call the “normal working world.” I work Monday through Friday, 8-5. Whenever someone asks me if I work tomorrow, meaning Monday, I feel like bonking them on the head with a mallet. Of course I work on Monday. Normal people work on Monday. I often think that people who don’t work the “norm” are either teenagers, night owls, or college kids. There are always exceptions. Nurses, doctors, lawyers; they all seem to have wacky hours but I’m assuming they went into those professions fully aware of what they were getting themselves into.

IMG_5285Anyways, before my “normal” period of time off otherwise known as a weekend ended, it was great. Saturday, I did some spring cleaning. I was going to say “sprung clung” but I have a feeling that one can’t past tense the word ‘spring’ and make a new word for ‘clean’ because cleaned didn’t sound right.

I also [a week and a half later] started on my meal board. I have to say, it looks fabulous so far. I am actually making two simultaneously so that I can sell the other when done. I am at a temporary standstill because I need to run to the store after work and get a few more supplies to finish the boards up. I’ll keep you updated and I plan on posting a step-by-step tutorial for everyone to follow and make their own. Can I just quit my job and become a professional crafter? Speaking of which, why on this green Earth have I not discovered the wonderful world of hot glue guns until just now? Amazing.

As we all know, I’m sure even the non-Christian world knows, that it was Easter Sunday yesterday. Why do we always say “Easter Sunday” anyhow? It’s always on a Sunday? We went home to each of our parents homes for the day. We visited with family, laughed, and ate until we had food babies – all that fun stuff. It felt so good to forget about the stresses of the non-weekend days. It was calming to be out in the sun and out of the city. Just the trees and the family. Peaceful and refreshing.

IMG_5312And today is Easter Monday. Coming back after a quick weekend always gives me a “mreh” feeling but I woke up happy and ready to make a count down for next weekend when I’ll see my brother walk down the prom aisle. Something, I didn’t think I’d ever see.

The Easter bunny came to the workplace over the weekend. I was surprised to receive a gift card, two free hours of PTO, and a eos lip balm. Score! To top it off, I also won the drawing for two Wiz Khalifa tickets and VIP parking. Is it my lucky day or what?

Good things come in good time.