I have 3-4 drafts for post and never publish them. If I can't complain I don't know what to write.
Steaks for dinner and hubby won't be home in time. I cleaned out my fridge today!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y
How can someone not do what they said they would? I understand procrastination and things fall through the cracks but I don't understand - flat out not do it.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Fry's
Hubby and I were at an electronic store returning an item at customer service. We are in line waiting and watching the people in front of us and wondering why not everyone has the gift of intelligence?
Then we are told we have to go to the cashier also, whatever.
There is a sign warning us that the paper they use is carbon less and may cause cancer and birth defects. I laugh out loud, "Hubby, read that sign."
What was the purpose of having the sign? So we know this company does not care for our health or their employees health OR that we would know where our cancer or birth defect came from? Did they want these two intelligent people to come back?
Then we are told we have to go to the cashier also, whatever.
There is a sign warning us that the paper they use is carbon less and may cause cancer and birth defects. I laugh out loud, "Hubby, read that sign."
What was the purpose of having the sign? So we know this company does not care for our health or their employees health OR that we would know where our cancer or birth defect came from? Did they want these two intelligent people to come back?
Monday, January 5, 2009
First Monday 2009
I love fresh starts. 2009 fresh start will happen this afternoon. The holidays are over, parties are over, returns are over, decorations are put away, I still have a few hold outs.
We returned our tree to IKEA, it was the freshest tree ever, it drank a ton of water. We got our $10 store credit. I was looking at OUR tree on the cold hard parking lot, it was empty of our family memory decorations and I felt lonely for it. I did not cry nor did I tear up but I was sad. OK maybe I don't hate Christmas after all.
My hubby kept looking out the window last night and making funny sounds. SNOW! We are so tired of it! I was not worried about school being canceled. Heavenly Father knows how dearly I need this Monday to get the house back in shape. School is on a 2 hour delay, no problem. I think laundry might even be done before they go. I do have "a certain child" that is driving everyone mad this morning though.
I talked to Jamie last night for over an hour. It was great. We talked about her RS lesson, goals, testimony meeting, primary etc. One of the things that struck me was "Potomac Fever". Yes, I have it! I am ill with wanting to be where she is. Hubby asked if I thought I was living vicariously (thank you spell check) through my daughter, YES! Totally! He said that was OK, as long as I admit it.
We returned our tree to IKEA, it was the freshest tree ever, it drank a ton of water. We got our $10 store credit. I was looking at OUR tree on the cold hard parking lot, it was empty of our family memory decorations and I felt lonely for it. I did not cry nor did I tear up but I was sad. OK maybe I don't hate Christmas after all.
My hubby kept looking out the window last night and making funny sounds. SNOW! We are so tired of it! I was not worried about school being canceled. Heavenly Father knows how dearly I need this Monday to get the house back in shape. School is on a 2 hour delay, no problem. I think laundry might even be done before they go. I do have "a certain child" that is driving everyone mad this morning though.
I talked to Jamie last night for over an hour. It was great. We talked about her RS lesson, goals, testimony meeting, primary etc. One of the things that struck me was "Potomac Fever". Yes, I have it! I am ill with wanting to be where she is. Hubby asked if I thought I was living vicariously (thank you spell check) through my daughter, YES! Totally! He said that was OK, as long as I admit it.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Ba-Hum-Bug?
I kept saying to hubby this past week, "Ba-hum-bug, I hate Christmas". He always responded w/encouragement, patients and said "No you don't". I had fun reading friends blogs about their favorite Christmas this and that and I don't have any memories or favorites etc. and thinking "What's wrong with me?" I still don't know what's wrong w/me. On Christmas day though (I was dreading it a bit) hubby asked me, "Are you happy?" I said "Yes." he said, "See, you don't hate Christmas."
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
All things in moderation
I came home last night after a fun RS Enrichment and was conflicted.
I hate Christmas. No, I love Christmas. Ba-Hum-Bug in moderation.
I woke up at 2:30 AM and "accidentally" flushed the toilet so my hubby would wake up and I could talk to him, nothing new around here.
Just like in the scriptures, there are no solid famous stories or movies about women. Think about the following; It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, A Christmas Carol (even in all it's famous versions like Bill Murray or the Muppet's) the Grinch, White Christmas etc. Woman play an important but supportive roll.
Last night as 12 woman playfully sang the 12 days of Christmas stressed out version, very fun, I did not like how I felt. Oh, I had fun with it but I don't like the anger in me. I'm so conflicted.
Hubby suggested what I had already been thinking. I need to write my own story. Not based on 3 ghosts coming to visit a stressed out mom or a version of the world with out me or getting my glasses broke or "the show must go on" or stealing the good things about Christmas.
No my story is a conflicted woman who;
I long for simple. I ache for purity. I want peace on earth. I want peace in my home. I want peace in my soul.
I hate Christmas. No, I love Christmas. Ba-Hum-Bug in moderation.
I woke up at 2:30 AM and "accidentally" flushed the toilet so my hubby would wake up and I could talk to him, nothing new around here.
Just like in the scriptures, there are no solid famous stories or movies about women. Think about the following; It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, A Christmas Carol (even in all it's famous versions like Bill Murray or the Muppet's) the Grinch, White Christmas etc. Woman play an important but supportive roll.
Last night as 12 woman playfully sang the 12 days of Christmas stressed out version, very fun, I did not like how I felt. Oh, I had fun with it but I don't like the anger in me. I'm so conflicted.
Hubby suggested what I had already been thinking. I need to write my own story. Not based on 3 ghosts coming to visit a stressed out mom or a version of the world with out me or getting my glasses broke or "the show must go on" or stealing the good things about Christmas.
No my story is a conflicted woman who;
- loves to bake and give things away
- loves cards, connecting with old friends and extended family
- loves to sing, when I can sound pretty
- loves my Savior
- does not know how to fight the gluttony of the world
- why all the gifts have to wait for a single day? If I want someone to have a gift from me, why wait?
- It is not even the real birthday!
- I like Christmas music and decorations are fun but there is gluttony in that also.
- A normal real and flawed mom, not a sainted memory
I long for simple. I ache for purity. I want peace on earth. I want peace in my home. I want peace in my soul.
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