Chicken tacos, fried chicken, eggplant parmigiana, sliced italian sausage on a wheat roll, a cobb salad with ranch, fried stuffed avocado, and a giant white pizza.
And fried pickles.
All now.
But instead, I’ll settle for snap peas, red peppers and red potatoes.
Made some kick ass homemade potato soup. Taking care of my poor future husband, seeing as he has the flu something fierce.
I was waiting for a sign that I’m doing everything the right way and that my life is going to turn out right. New job, moving in with Josh and making some major life changes had me worrying that I wouldn’t be able to keep up and be a good girlfriend/worker/daughter/sister. Would i make my grandma proud with my sudden maturity?
Today, I got that sign in the form of my grandmothers jacket. As I walked in the door to my parents house, there it was, as if it had been waiting for me all day. My dad handed it to me and said it would be a good staple for my first day of work.
I hate the cliched saying “today is the first day of the rest of your life,” but dangit, I feel like grandma is telling me to keep moving forward and that I’m absolutely doing the right thing.
Date night with the dude. I’ve been wanting to see Ides of March for a while. This is a win at any angle!
There’s nothing quite like the anticipation of a first date. Except, maybe, that of a first kiss.
I’ll be grinning like an idiot all night.