feeling dot-ish

i do not own one single article of anything polka dotted.
i vowed (way back in 7th grade) to never, like it or love it or have it, let alone wear polka dots again, ever.
but now i'm feeling it.
this is what im contemplating on buying....

i looooooove it much. i love etsy shopping so much. i love online shopping too much.
ding in the bank account. ding ding ding.
what do ya'll think?
polka, out or in?

a definite no in this case...

but imma have to say a heckin' yes to this one...

by the way this is her wedding dress.. um okay, marvelous idea. if your just a messin' round.

and def. yes to this..

so now after seeing these polkas. i feel that the beginning to buy dress is a no. help.
its too grandma ish. maybe?

speaking of grandmas.
i love my job. seriously. those dang grandma's make me pee my pants every day.
and they love to smooch my cheeks. and ask me to cuddle, or to take naps in their room. they remind me of the simple joys in life, such as reading a dove chocolate wrapper quote and letting it make their day, or one being so grateful for me simply rubbing lotion on their legs or cutting their toe nails.. they just are so thankful for the small things in life, that most of us over look.

pros and cons of working at a rest home. pros= it trains me to be a mom, i get to be with the best people this world has, and best of all being able to hear things such as "yeah i think i will have a shower today, im starting to smell like a kentucky pole cat" or "we better get these pajamas on quick, i'm as naked as a jay bird" or "i've been waiting for you to get here all afternoon, i love you". i just have to smile and nod, and try to contain my laughter. sometimes i just cant though. so immediately after i'll run outside and die of a stomach ache of too much laughter. 

well the only reals cons of working there is, letting your best friends pass away. its a weird thing, death. i dont even know what to say about it, but its just very very weird. old folks go through this cycle (i suppose you'd call it?) where they loose interest in material things, they get real lonely and then they stop eating, have weird breathing noises, family comes and stays for a week and then their spirits leave them. it makes me so sad to see them go, but so happy because they get to go to heaven. we cant even imagine what heaven is going to be like, it's THAT good. holy mac.

i dont really know what this super serious post is about, honestly its weird for me too.

but what i have been thinking a lot about lately is.... it really doesnt matter what material things you have, how cute you are, how good you are at something, all that really matters in the end is the way you treat people. after all people are never going to remember stupid small worldly things you have or wore, they only thing they will remember is the way you made them feel.
& i adore that. i really do. and its completely true too. mark my words kids.


i seriously would have never guessed i would have learned so much from working at a rest home. and i would have never guessed i'd be working there for 2 years. and do you know? yeah, i'll continue to stay, up until graduation from graduate school (which is about 5 years from now). i love it that much folks. there's just somethin' about those elderly that i cant get enough of.

each shift usually ends with a "honey, how will i ever repay you"
and if only they knew, i was thinking the same exact words.

i sure hope i get to reunite with my beloved's one day, and be able to thank them.
cause they deserve to know it.

fini.