Pretty in Pink - a race car driver

Today Tyler gave me a man. Well, actually a race car driver. Yes, my boss' 4year old son, is now giving me pages out of his coloring book of men so I can "hang up" in the office. This race car driver has a head full of hair, a nice helmet and and is wearing pink -- thanks to Ty's wonderful Crayola marker. Is this what my life is coming down to? Men, on a sheet of coloring paper? I am dying to get out of the office. It's Friday - 1/2 day Friday, at that, yet it's going SO SLOW. The day must know that dinner and drinks and most importantly, a week's vacation await me...Anyway, back to work.

Why closets fall apart?

My damn closet broke. How does a closet break do you ask? Well, a ton of weight was on top and hanging from the wardrobe shelving and it fell. Now my room looks like a tornado came through due to endless amounts of clothes everywhere.* As I'm staring around, too lazy to go to Home Depot and fix the problem, I am thinking about my life. Great, my life. And wondering if this closet scenario is in fact some sort of metaphor for how things have been going lately. I mean, everything was fine one day. My clothes were hung. Then in an instant, everything was on the floor; in disarray. No order, all mayhem. That's exactly how the end of my relationship ended. Slowly but surely, I am cleaning and re-organizing and getting myself prepared to go to Home Depot...just as I am moving on in my life and letting go of my past. But this time aorund, when my closet is all clean, I will have less clothes and less "stuff", just as I will have less baggage from my past relationship. So, why do closets fall apart??? I guess everything does happen for a reason. Even if it is the biggest pain in the tucchus.


*Note to self - donate MORE clothes to the Salvation Army. Fill up as manay garbage bags as you can and just when you think you have enough, fill up 1 more.