Bedtime Selfie

Good night!

Thank you universe,

for surprise jokes and the unbridled enthusiasm of youth.

for gentle smiles and knowing winks.

for falling petals and bright new growth on trees.

for giggles and photo snaps.

for selfies and not taking oneself too too seriously.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Conversations in my head

Have you ever had conversations with someone else in your head? I often talk to myself and imagine someone special answering. It really helps me stop any negative self talk..after all, my special person wouldn’t accept anyone putting me down (even if it’s me.) As I walked to the bus stop I took a few photos. Have you ever walked on the sidewalk covered by plant life like this? It makes me feel really happy.

This hits home. I found it on Instagram and felt like sharing.

I will love you

I will love you

when the nights are low,

and the rain pours down.

When that smile you fake,

turns back into a frown.

When people have stopped listening,

when nobody’s there.

When that shitty dye starts fading,

from the roots of your hair.

I will love you,

I will love you.

When your money runs out,

and your bike’s broken down.

When all the tears you hold back,

start to blacken the ground.

When it’s hard just to walk,

even harder to smile,

I’ll be right beside you,

I’ve been there all the while.

Cause, it ain’t about all of those glittery things.

That bright polished appearance,

or big diamond rings.

It’s a love that is built up,

from millions of things.

Like they way your laugh sparkles,

and the way your mind zings.

It’s the gift of your promise and the grace of your sad.

Love grew from your laughter,

and your occasional mad.

Love grew from your worry,

your passion, your pride.

My love exists on all levels,

even the bits that you hide.

I will love you

I will love you

as always I’ve done.

I will love you

I will love you

I’ve already begun.

Chinese Food and a new mattress

My new mattress has arrived! Woot!

I ordered the same size as my current mattress (XL Twin) because I can’t really afford a new platform AND a new mattress. I’m hoping it will work with my current one. Hauling it up the stairs was interesting…not. Thank goodness it expands AFTER you take it out of the box.

I gotta admit, I’m kinda excited to try my first memory foam mattress. Let’s just say all my previous mattresses were second hand…this will be my very first mattress that I bought brand new! (::Booty shake!::)

The mattress I chose was a Nectar sleep mattress (The fact that my username is Nectarfizz had nothing to do with it…I swear) to be totally honest, I wanted a Purple mattress but, they are out of my price range.

This deal came with free extras. Free shipping, a memory foam pillow, mattress protector and high-count sheet set. Now if only I can get in it. Apparently I have to wait 4 hours for it to finish “setting” from being compacted in that vaccum sealed packaging.

Meanwhile, I ordered some Chinese food. Ooohh yeah baby!!

Eat Street knows me well.

Yup! I’m eating well tonight!

Nom Nom Nom. I’ll post a photo of my foods once it arrives…so you can celebrate my new mattress with me! (That sounded better in my head!)

I’m scarfing food down like a pig. Lol

Two Perspectives, One Window

I’ve read this story many times and it never fails to remind me, that you never know what others might be doing for you, without your knowledge.

Two Perspectives, One Window.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn’t hear the band — he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”