The little things

Oh mehn, today! I had a ball!!!!! Somehow, i was able to come out of the depression that was threatening to overtake me and just live. Just be alive and live!!!! So let me tell u guys about my day. I wish i could just capture this feeling i have right this minute and keep it forever (well, except the chest pain from the excessive second hand smoke i inhaled this evening).

So i worked Friday night (11p-7a), got home, slept 4 hours, woke up, and went to a Home show. Regular me would have said "hell no" to a Home show, but i figured what the heck, i might as well get out the house. We found 1200 thread count egyptian cotton sheets for $30!!!!! $30!!!!! I can die in peace now. My sheets in school are 400 thread count and they cost me more that $30 plus they were on sale when i got them. I had figured i would not be able to afford a 1200 thread count sheet until i became a doctor or something and that totally made my day! They cost over $200 on average. My brother-in-law said he had never seen me so excited about something before. 400 thread count sheets feel good to sleep on, i can't even begin to imagine what these would feel like. I can't believe i am gushing over sheets. It's the little things in life that make me happy.

So back to my story, we then go to the mall so my sister can get a dress for the memorial service tomorrow. I ended up with the cutest hello kitty tote, a hello kitty wallet and a pair of sunglasses.

 

 

I love going out with my sister. I always get free stuff. Always!! Then she was like, would u like to go get a pedicure? Of course i said yes. If you paying, i'm going. Besides i've never had a pedicure before. So we get home, change to flip flops and go to the nail salon. We have to roll our pants up? Oh, i hadn't thot of that. Sting hasn't shaved her legs for close to three weeks now and she has some active hairs growing there. Add the fact that it's thick dark hair, not a pretty sight at the moment, and to think she actually thot of shaving (for a second) that morning. What to do, what to do? Ma'am you have to roll up your pants higher than that. Shit! Alright, fuck it! While you are at it, i want a massage also, so curse me silently while u massage my hairy leg. Well, i didn't actually know the massage includes your leg. I thot it was just a foot massage, oh well. I have to pretty toenails to show for it. My leg seems lighter too. Don't tell me it was dirt making my feet darker all this time. I refuse to believe that.

 

I think i have funny looking toes. I had a friend burst out laughing at my stubby toes the first time he saw them. Good thing i am not sensitive about them cos i would have been hurt. Hey, what can i say, i am perfect in all my imperfections.

Back to my story, after the pedicure, we went to the wake or wake keeping as we say in Nigeria. It really was a party with lots of people and food and drinks. She was Jamaican, so of course there was rice and peas and oxtail. I love the jamiacan accent and patois. I wonder if non nigerians think that when they hear us speaking pidgin english. We were outside most of the time in the garage and lots of people came out to smoke. So besides the second hand smoke and the cold, it was fun. I laughed a lot cos some people were too funny, esp with them being slightly drunk, they just say funny stuff.

One of the uncles said something today that made sense. He said, the gods take the ones they love early. It might not be logical, but it helps to deal with your grief. She was just 51 and she died in her sleep. She wasn't sick or anything, she just slept and didn't wake up. She did have a heart problem but no one knew about it. Her kids are not sure if she did. The point is, it was a very unexpected death. The house did not feel the same without her in it. I can't get over the fact that i just saw her. Anyway, c'est la vie.

Funny story at the party, so they were starting to talk crap, and this chic was like stop, there's a child here. Guess who the child was? Me. I'm way older than her. My younger brother is older than her, yet she thot i was my sister's child. Ha ha ha! Nothing new there anyway. Funny enough when i got to work yesterday, this nurse was like, "She is so cute. Look at her, isn't she cute" Then she turned to me and said "I'm not gay or anything, i'm just saying". So i get home this morning and complain about how she said it like she was talking about a child. I took it as a compliment sha. I won't lie. I had been depressed the whole day before going to work, so that made me feel good for like a good 2 mins.

So my lovely day is over. Sadly. I honestly can't remember the last time i felt like this. I had a good day and i appreciate it plenty plenty. Enjoy my doggies and the rest of ur weekend too.

 

Lenie-san

Nadia (daughter) and Kimiko (mother of Nadia in doggie bed)