Ch Ch Changes

It's uncomfortable busy at work so I would like to spit those words right back up ( see previous post).

But I do have these monochromatic bridesmaids bouquets from Fridays wedding to show you so perhaps all that work isn't for naught.

My body is also a wee bit uncomfortable after 2 more sessions with my sadist trainer Andrew. Add to that an hour massage with a man I can only imagine went to the same boot camp as  Andrew and you have my week in a nut shell of pain. But I am now able to haul the 5 gallon buckets full of water and roses up and down the stairs without a whimper.  To the amazement of my coworkers and myself.

Our v. loud and large second driver just found out yesterday about my stopping smoking and was so obnoxious about it and his perceived notions of what my behavior will be like, that I went out to the parking lot, smoked a cigarette and sobbed uncontrollably the entire time.

Then I shook it off, splashed my face with water and led the team to two touchdowns. (  AKA: Got the next weddings finished).

Makes me wonder thought, why are people so resistant to change?

Isn't that what life is about?  Facing the strange?


xo Jane