routine, routine, routine

Get up somewhere between 6:30-7:20 a.m.
Get ready for work
Go to work
Work until lunch break
Go home for lunch
Go back to work
Work until five
Go home
Laundry, dishes, cleaning and whatever else needs done
Find something to cook for dinner
Feed husband when he arrives home
Hang out at house or run a quick errand or two
Play with the kittens a little bit until allergies take over
Get ready for bed
Snuggle up next to husband and go to sleep

Repeat

Somebody needs a project....

Much ado about nothing

Sometimes I worry about speaking out with my opinions. I find myself irritated (occasionally) when other people seem to have an opinion about everything, and they will tell you what is what in no uncertain terms. And heaven help the person that disagrees with them! I don't want to be a hypocrite, so I try to only speak out judiciously, when it is important or when some side of the issue is not being seen.

I also think some people have a tendency to make mountains out of molehills so to speak. They rant and rave about their opinion (whatever it may be) in any forum that they can find. It seems that relevancy and couth are non existent while they are proclaiming their opinion to the world.

So while I sometimes think I should have a little more courage and state my opinion instead of being scared, I don't want to become someone who yells just because they can.

What do you think? Am I over analyzing?

Primary Pray-for-me

Wow. Talk about humbling a person. I think that I must have been getting a smidge too arrogant when HF decided to put me in the primary. 8 year olds to be precise. 8 going on 4 if you want to be technical. Wowsers. I have no idea how to handle them.

Tantrum throwers. Seat bouncers. Wigglers. Classmate annoyers. Answer yellers.

And my co-teacher? I can't even tell you how intimidated I am by her.

Any suggestions? How do I keep their attention/teach a lesson/keep the spirit all at the same time?

Oh, and did I mention there are 9 of them!

*shrieks*

For the love of all that is HOLY!!!

Rent this

I am not normally a woman that sees the movie the day it comes out. Usually, I don't even see movies in the theater, except for special movies or special occasions. Most of the time I am a rental kinda girl. My own cozy house, comfortable clothes and whatever munchies look appealing, kind of movie rental girl. (just ask my bff, redbox) But I am finding it increasingly difficult to find movies that are rated PG-13 or less. I mean really! Is it really too much to ask for a movie to have a plot that sounds interesting and keep the violence/sex/language toned down enough to earn it less than an R rating?

Movies I have seen recently(ish):

"Up" ~ Way cute, a pixar movie with a story that adults can appreciate too, but I swear I was crying ten minutes into the film. And one of my friends said that the old man in looks like my dad, which is rather funny...

"New Moon" ~ Yes I have read the books, no I am not a "twi-hard", yes I appreciate a shirtless gorgeous wolf guy, and no I don't think that she should have picked Edward. A good film, nonetheless...

"Sherlock Holmes" ~ The two leading men in this film had me laughing all the way through. I liked it, action with some comedy to lighten up the (dreary) London setting. I liked how quirky the characters were.

"Ghosts of Girlfriends Past" ~ Normally I am all about Mr. McConaughey and his rippling abdominals, but this movie was lame. I found myself struggling to maintain my interest and wondering when it would get to the good part, which it never did.

"The Soloist" ~ This one was good, a human interest story that was comical a few times, but mostly poignant. Really makes you feel for the guy you see sleeping on the street.

"Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" ~ I am interested in seeing these movies through to the end. This one was much darker than the first two but I do enjoy the storyline more.

"Terminator Salvation" ~ Yeah, fell asleep during this one. I do like terminator movies, don't get me wrong, but this just didn't quite hit the interest button.

"The Proposal" ~ Really like Sandra Bullock. Really do. This made me laugh so freaking hard I can't believe it. It is pretty risque though and I thought was a little inappropriate for a PG 13.

"Carriers" ~ Scary, apocalyptic disease storyline, I liked most of it, but the end was dumb. Really made me think though.

"The Maiden Heist" ~ Funny, but dumb. I liked the storyline, but the characters were a little too creepy when they were supposed to be quirky.

"My Sister's Keeper" ~ Cried my freak'in eyes out. I read the book about a year ago and really liked it, but I need to point out that the movie has a totally different ending than the book.



Movie I want to see? Alice and Wonderland. Burton plus Depp. Yes please.

Process VS Result: an ongoing battle

The other day, my loving husband compared me to a 15 year old girl. "No boy is ever going to like me!" He mimics in his whiny teenage girl voice. "Just because it something doesn't happen exactly when you decide you want it does not mean it won't ever happen" he informs me, and then laughs at my disgruntled reaction.

I was not pleased.

I may have been acting just a teeny bit anxious for a little while. But my argument for such behavior is that I am a results person, not a process person. I generally do not enjoy the time it takes to get there and the process that it is. I am way to impatient for that.

Am I being too vague? Let me explain...

We have a guest bedroom that has light brown carpet and sickly yellow walls. Not pretty. And although I am so very excited about having a beautifully redecorated room, I am not looking forward to the painting/wall papering/floor refinishing that it so desperately needs.

Another example? I really liked my wedding day. Loved being all dressed up, seeing friends and family and being sealed to my wonderful husband. I didn't love the months of preparation and stress, dress hunting, catering sample meetings, bridal magazines etc.

See what I mean? The process just tends to annoy me. I would rather just have the results!

So what is so bad about this? I think I am skipping over precious moments during the process because I am too focused on what I am heading toward. I wonder if I will hate every minute of pregnancy because all I can think of is having that baby in my arms. And then, my focus will change and I will be able to concentrate on is getting this kid to school age. And then to graduate high school and move out. Do you see what I mean? Missing precious time because all I can think of is the end result.

I suppose my brain is not able to hold the eternal perspective that Heavenly Father has for me. All I am seeing is this little picture in front of me with no idea what is coming after that...

Post Script:

After reading this post, I realized that it sounds like I am announcing that I am pregnant. Sorry about that. I am not pregnant. I have a friend who told me today that she is, and I was thinking about it. I apologize if my post was unclear on this. Cheerio!

Restless continued

Twilight books: finished.

Housecleaning in attempt to spruce up for possible dinner guests: done.

HUGE bookshelf moved upstairs to the smurf room: yes and by myself even (don't ask).

Laundry: put away and mostly caught up.

Bathroom: in a reasonable semblance of order.

Light fixtures in kitchen: installed and beautiful.

So with all these things in order, why do I still feel this overwhelming sense of restlessness. Why am I consumed with anxiety over nothing?

I can only deduce that I am like the child that hasn't noticed the absence of a favorite toy, only to be horrified and filled with grief and longing when it's disappearance is discovered. In short, I didn't know I was missing something until now.

And I blame these feelings of frustration on my well meaning but can o' worm opening sister in law. Her and this book.

Oh mother of pearl what have I done?

Restless

Reading makes me anxious. Especially when I am reading something I haven't read before. If I don't know where the plot is going, I get all wound up. Unable to relax and enjoy the book, I find myself wrenching the book from my gaze and putting it down, if only temporarily, to find something else to do. It's like I can't handle being so completely immersed in the world that the book has created. I have to remind myself of who I am again, and try to do something normal to prove it. But I can only stay away so long before my curiosity gets the better of me.

That is how I feel today. On the one hand, I know there are things I need to be doing, accomplishing today. It is my catch up day for laundry, dishes and cleaning. But I am drawn to that book. And then, when I have immersed myself in it for a little while, I have to come up for air, and remind myself that my life is here. So I put it down, and pick up a project that has been waiting for my attention, but I am only able to concentrate for so long before my mind strays back to the plot, the characters and what might happen next.

I find myself in a restless cycle of wanting to read and then wanting to stop, my brain constantly spinning, wondering, thinking. I ebb and flow with each activity, trying to get a little bit done before I am pulled back to the book by its gravitational pull.

Am I the only one who feels this way, who struggles with the push and pull that both fiction and non fiction have on me? Is this my heroin?

balancing act

Today I was given my own little cash bag at work. The normal drawer that we had for the whole office has come up missing money a few times in the last little while, so upon my suggestion (that I stole from my husbands office) we divided the cash/change amounts into two separate bags that will belong to two separate people. Each person is responsible for providing change to other employees who are accepting payments and balancing out their cash bags at the end of each night.

So what is the problem?

I never balance anything. Not my checkbook (gasp), not the contents of my wallet, books on the top of my head, nothing.

For the love of peter!

Sick

I think we have finally rounded the sickness corner at my house. Lots of vitamin C, chicken soup and cold medicine have helped, and time, always time.

In other news, yesterday I had part one of a dental crown done. Nitrous oxide is my friend. And my darling Scotland brought a dozen roses to the sicky/numb face. How lovely of him!

It is important to note that these are the first flowers I have ever received from my dear hubbs.

Update: I am beginning the fourth Twilight book tonight. I tried reading it when Scotland and I were engaged, but it was much too traumatic for me at that particular point in my life. Too many parallels, right? No my husband is not a vampire. (that I know of) So anyhow, I decided I am ready for it now, plus what with our extended illness periods, it gave me an opportunity to re-read the first three books for review. Hopefully I can get through the fourth one by the time the weekend ends!

Wish me luck!