Small Victories

Hello Readers--you know, sometimes you just have to pat yourself on the back and tell yourself you're as good as gold. (If you're not from Glasgow, my apologies.) This week I have had many reasons to be proud of myself, and I'd like to share just a few of them with you now.

1) I took the bus by myself and got off at the proper bus stop! This is major, major stuff, readers. It is easier for me to navigate my way through the tunnels of Mammoth Cave than the streets of Cardiff. Let's revisit the events of Tuesday morning. I go to the chiropractor, take a cab there. I have my appointment. I pay the receptionist. I walk outside and turn right down the street. I cross the road and wait at the bus stop. I wait ten minutes for the number 27 bus. I have my 1.35 ready for the bus fare. I pay the driver and take a seat. Ten minutes later I give my seat to an old lady. Twenty minutes later I see my college down the road on the right. I push the red STOP button and walk to the front of the bus. The driver pulls over at the nearest bus stop. I exit the bus and sigh with relief. :-) Oh, the glory! Then all I had to do was walk 15 minutes home from the college.

As if that weren't enough to make it through the week with a smile on my face...

2) I made a salad for lunch! That's right, I went to the grocer and bought weird British lettuce, and I made a salad with tomatoes and cucumber. And to make myself especially proud, I made my own salad dressing w/ oil, vinegar, salt and pepper. Yay Shelley! With this meal I also ate potatoes.

3) Finally, I went a whole day and a half without listening to Jason Mraz! (I am sorry for excluding certain readers who don't understand this reference. If you are wondering why it has been so long since I have updated my blog, it's because I have been reading jason mraz's blog. Seriously. His life is way cool.) The day I went to the chiropractor, I listened to Beck the whole morning and afternoon. Yay for ipods!

Speaking of iPods, does anyone want to buy me an iPod nano? :-)

Much love to you all.

Pat yourselves on the back and tell yourself you're as good as gold, from your friends at.....
sorry, I guess I have a hidden desire to become Henry Royse.