I — unknowingly — dropped my iphone in a big cuppa joe yesterday morning and didn’t notice it until the damn thing had been marinating for a good half an hour. This meant removing the cover (to dry) only to discover that it was shattered glass.
I had a surprise upgrade day! I was really hoping to hold out till October (my bet for the iPhone 6 release).
Moral of story? Cappuccino is NOT iPhone friendly. This was Karma kicking my behind. I openly made fun of people this last week who drop their phones in water, toilets, baths, sinks … SUCKA-PUNCH. Coffee. Really. Geesh.
Hanging head in shame.
I was never one of those girls who dreamed of a heart-shaped diamond engagement ring life (which automatically comes complete with chain link fence, kid tied to a tire in the front yard and matching tattoos by the way. Yeah. That little warning s engraved on the inside of the ring but nobody ever pays attention to it).
Awww. Shore is purty in that ethical non-blood diamond, cubic zironia sort of way! It is diamoneaque-esque. Moissonite. Plastic, no… plastique.
Love. Ahh, sweet love.
I did not even dream bigger – but I got the custom ring, the white picket fence and two perfect children. Far more upscale, really. (And depression. And a divorce. Whoops)
Come to mama.
It was a dream, just not necessarily my dream. I mean, it turns out that the kids are definitely part of my dream now and I adore them and would never do taksie-backsies on those brilliant, amazing and beautiful babies. But my dream was always one of independence and adventure. I wanted to be Dame Freya Stark or Gertrude Bell. I am the woman who freaked out when I saw the Disney movie “Up” because SHE NEVER GOT TO PARADISE FALLS!!! What a waste!
I did often dream about what my life would look like when I was in control. When you are little, everyone tells you what to do and you think it will get better when you are an adult. It doesn’t. People still tell you what to do and try to push you around. It is only when you stop living other people’s lives that you start living your own.
There is a lot of living to do.
(cue Janet Jackson)
As my little home is starting to come together – I get the sense that I am building my kingdom. From scraps, but it is mine. Not quite Paradise Falls but i’m getting there … and Cambodia is still on my short list.