#1: I don't often buy presents for myself. I'll willingly spend all sorts of money on the people that I love, but often discount the idea of buying things for myself as "wasteful." This is, incidentally, a habit I acquired from my Mother. At any rate, when I got the promotion the other day, I decided to buy myself a very little something that I'd desperately been wanting. When I was at Antioch last month, my cell phone broke. I got a new phone when I got back to Pittsburgh, but I hated all the built in ring tones. So two days ago I bought something fabulous: The Sex and the City theme song as a ringtone. Unfortunately, the only version available for my phone was the hip hop remix, but hey -- when my dentist called me this morning, I still smiled when I heard the song.
#2: My Mother is the most fabulous woman ever. I was slogging through kitty litter and recycling, getting ready to schlep the trash downstairs before I got ready for work. The mail had already arrived, and, when I snatched it up on my way back upstairs, I saw a small beige envelope with her familiar handwriting on it. My Mother had sent me a card, an actual proper card, saying congratulations and wishing me luck in my new job. It's yet another reason to add to the already lengthy list of why my Mom kicks such serious ass.
She's going to give a lecture next week at a conference for Probation Officers. My little Jewish Mother is going to teach a lecture hall full of Probation Officers a thing or two. She's amazing. I adore her.