Thursday, February 16, 2012
I Will Never Understand
I've seen this truck two mornings in a row on my way to work. Isn't it obnoxious? The driver cannot manage to stay in his or her own lane. That's even more obnoxious. Why drive a truck that you can't even drive safely?
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Just Another Sunday Evening
I've been enjoying this Sunday evening. It's quite glamorous, if I do say so myself. Of course, that all depends on how one defines the word 'glamorous'. (Remember when President Clinton said something about defining the word 'is'? Never mind, that has nothing to do with this post.)
I define glamorous as lighting a few candles, turning down the lights, turning up some Amos Lee and pouring a couple of vodka-themed beverages. It shouldn't matter that after all of that I did laundry, baked bread and e-mailed a teacher, right? Right.
Photographic evidence, lest you think I'm fibbing.
The inside of my functional dryer. I have something else to say about this. I may or may not say it here. Actually, I definitely won't say it in this post. I might say it in another post. Stay tuned, maybe.
Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Yum.
E-mail to the teacher about one of my children. It's only in response to the e-mail she first sent to me. I don't want to get in the middle since I'm trying to practice the Love and Logic stuff but I can't exactly ignore her, either. I'm also having to step in with the ex-husband because of AD/HD issues. Such is my life of glamor. :sigh:
And a photo of my bookshelf and its various candle holders containing lit candles. It makes me happy. I bought the bookshelf at IKEA a couple of weeks ago. I assembled it myself. Rawr! The books in it make me happier than the fact that I assembled furniture alone. Sadly, I have not read all the books it contains. Maybe that should be a goal of mine for this summer -- to read all the books contained there. Hmmm.
Well, that's enough of that. Enjoy your Sunday evening, what's left of it anyway. For my part, I'm going to chat with Paul for a bit, take a shower and collapse into my bed. My bed smells yummy because I washed the sheets yesterday and I used new fabric softener. It's the little things. It really is.
I define glamorous as lighting a few candles, turning down the lights, turning up some Amos Lee and pouring a couple of vodka-themed beverages. It shouldn't matter that after all of that I did laundry, baked bread and e-mailed a teacher, right? Right.
Photographic evidence, lest you think I'm fibbing.
The inside of my functional dryer. I have something else to say about this. I may or may not say it here. Actually, I definitely won't say it in this post. I might say it in another post. Stay tuned, maybe.
Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Bread. Yum.
E-mail to the teacher about one of my children. It's only in response to the e-mail she first sent to me. I don't want to get in the middle since I'm trying to practice the Love and Logic stuff but I can't exactly ignore her, either. I'm also having to step in with the ex-husband because of AD/HD issues. Such is my life of glamor. :sigh:
And a photo of my bookshelf and its various candle holders containing lit candles. It makes me happy. I bought the bookshelf at IKEA a couple of weeks ago. I assembled it myself. Rawr! The books in it make me happier than the fact that I assembled furniture alone. Sadly, I have not read all the books it contains. Maybe that should be a goal of mine for this summer -- to read all the books contained there. Hmmm.
Well, that's enough of that. Enjoy your Sunday evening, what's left of it anyway. For my part, I'm going to chat with Paul for a bit, take a shower and collapse into my bed. My bed smells yummy because I washed the sheets yesterday and I used new fabric softener. It's the little things. It really is.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
I'm Going Bald Again!
In March, I'm going to shave my head to benefit the St. Baldrick's Foundation. I am excited! It's so satisfying to know that I am contributing to cancer research. Plus, I really enjoyed being bald. It was liberating in so many ways. I can't wait!
If you want to donate on my head, go here: St. Baldrick's Foundation. Search for me under Find a Participant and then choose how you'd like to donate. My goal this time is $1500.
If you want to donate on my head, go here: St. Baldrick's Foundation. Search for me under Find a Participant and then choose how you'd like to donate. My goal this time is $1500.
Two Fitting Quotations
"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them." George Bernard Shaw
"Again and again, the impossible problem is solved when we see that the problem is only a tough decision waiting to be made." Robert H. Schuller
I came across the first quote months and months ago. I love it. It explains my philosophy on life thoroughly, yet succinctly. I just found the second one this morning on a note Miriam brought home from her jump rope coach. At any other time it probably wouldn't have meant much to me but since I've been struggling with my career plans recently, it hit home.
Time and again the problems in my life have been solved by accepting that sometimes life sucks and sometimes I have no choice but to rearrange my perspective, make the difficult decisions and blaze a new trail. Getting divorced, moving half way across the country, changing jobs, enrolling in school, losing 25 pounds, parenting -- all of it is challenging. Curling up into myself and sobbing about it only works for so long. At some point I have to blow my nose and wipe my eyes, take a deep breath and figure out how to fix it. There is always a solution. It might not be the one I want and it might not be easy or fun but there is always a solution. Always.
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