This was today’s lunch.
This is post worthy because I finally decided to eat my meal from a real plate. You know what I mean. Not the Lean Cuisine box it came in or the tupperwear container that usually pulls double duty at a serving dish. I purchased a plate from the Dollar Tree (shocker) because decided I wanted to enjoy a real meal, rather than shovel it into my face so I could return to work or run out to the car for a cigarette (I’m cutting back-go away).
It was a nice lunch, too. Even though I was still at my desk (baby steps), I got a nice break from staring at numbers and read my book for awhile.
The Library. ❤
I walked down one aisle, at random, and came out with five books. I need help.
And I got a new audio book for the drive time (also from the library!)
Impromptu lunch, with my dad and sister, at a great Asian Bistro.
Website: Not Just A Girl Project
“I was looking to make a change, do something different that we (Emma and I) could both enjoy. “It started me thinking about all the REAL women for my daughter to know about and look up too, REAL women who without ever meeting Emma have changed her life for the better. My daughter wasn’t born into royalty, but she was born into a country where she can now vote, become a doctor, a pilot, an astronaut, or even President if she wants and that’s what REALLY matters. I wanted her to know the value of these amazing women who had gone against everything so she can now have everything”.
Great project. I’d like to see Maya Angelou, Audrey Hepburn and Katherine Hepburn (in pants, of course).
I feel like a winner when I shop at the Dollar Tree. I’m not even joking slightly about that.
And let’s be clear: I mean the Dollar Tree/Store and not the Dollar General/Family Dollar. I mean the store where I can walk into and pay $1 (or less!) for every single item. It’s freeing and doesn’t leave a huge dent in my wallet after a wild spending spree (i.e. fill up my basket). All hail the Dollar Tree!
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I think I need Occupational Hypnotherapy because this movie makes it seem so appealing.
I’ve come really close to being in that place with my job twice: the first time, just before I left for school a few years ago. I’d tell them what on my mind. The higher ups loved it. I’d be in meeting and say, “This isn’t want you want!” I wasn’t trying to me disrespectful; it was more out of frustration from the inefficiencies. The second time was today: I finally said “no.”