I got a 2012 calendar last night. I sat down with it today, my colored Sharpies all around me, and started to mark it up.
I don't like having just a blank calendar. I don't know what it is about it that bothers me, but it just does. So I put all my information on there, color-coded of course, and it makes me happy.
:)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
My day of cleaning
At first, today really didn't seem all that profound or special. A day devoted to housework? Hmm. But I woke up with ambition this morning, made my "to-do" list so my head didn't go all spinny, and set to getting things crossed off. (Note: I'm one who will write "breakfast" on my list, while I'm eating, just so I can cross it off and feel like I'm on the right track. hehe.)
As I worked on things that I knew I had needed to do for a while now, I realized that with every thing I crossed off my list, I was closer to my goal of a clean house. And if I had to go back to a room I'd already done, the feeling of serenity that came over me when I entered that space amazed me. And it actually spurred me on and helped me stay motivated to keep going.
And I started to think.
Might a part of the stress I feel on a day-to-day basis be related to how messy our space is?
And if so, why did it take several reminders from my dear hubby to get my butt in gear?
Is it because I don't know what stresses me out?
If this is one of those blessings of being married, I'm sure feeling it today. I got through the whole house and finished everything on my list, and I even had time to make a homemade deep dish pizza in time for supper.
(and THAT was good...)
Back to the messy-space idea for just a sec.
How can I clean out the messy space in my melon? Not so much today, but there have been times where my thoughts are just wow - all over the place - and I can't get a grip on any of them. I think this blog may help me if I can remember to throw them out here, and maybe it'll be kind of like my to-do list in the sense that I can see them each on their own as opposed to having them running rampant in my noggin.
Anyway...
It was a good day. :)
As I worked on things that I knew I had needed to do for a while now, I realized that with every thing I crossed off my list, I was closer to my goal of a clean house. And if I had to go back to a room I'd already done, the feeling of serenity that came over me when I entered that space amazed me. And it actually spurred me on and helped me stay motivated to keep going.
And I started to think.
Might a part of the stress I feel on a day-to-day basis be related to how messy our space is?
And if so, why did it take several reminders from my dear hubby to get my butt in gear?
Is it because I don't know what stresses me out?
If this is one of those blessings of being married, I'm sure feeling it today. I got through the whole house and finished everything on my list, and I even had time to make a homemade deep dish pizza in time for supper.
(and THAT was good...)
Back to the messy-space idea for just a sec.
How can I clean out the messy space in my melon? Not so much today, but there have been times where my thoughts are just wow - all over the place - and I can't get a grip on any of them. I think this blog may help me if I can remember to throw them out here, and maybe it'll be kind of like my to-do list in the sense that I can see them each on their own as opposed to having them running rampant in my noggin.
Anyway...
It was a good day. :)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sick. Of. Coughing.
I've been coughing for over a week. It's kind of productive, so there's that, but still.
AUGH.
I'm kinda avoiding going to the doctor, but part of my brain says I should. Just go away, cough.
AUGH.
I'm kinda avoiding going to the doctor, but part of my brain says I should. Just go away, cough.
Leper
leper [ˈlɛpə]
n
1. (Medicine / Pathology) a person who has leprosy
2. a person who is ignored or despised
[via Late Latin from Greek lepra, noun use of lepros scaly, from lepein to peel]
The term grosses me out. I always think of skin falling off, limbs being lost, etc. And I would avoid someone with skin and/or appendages falling off left & right, don't get me wrong.
But, last time I checked, all my skin & body parts are right where they belong.
So, riddle me this...Why do I feel like I'm being avoided at all costs? I know of nothing I have said or done to ostracize myself, to bring on being ignored or despised. But I feel lately like I'm watching things happen through a window. Facebook is WONDERFUL for fostering feelings like this, let me tell you. I see photos of everyone else having a good time & feel even more isolated. I witness people being invited to events & do not get an invitation myself. Even outside of Facebook, when we actually do put on a BBQ or some kind of get-together, 90% of the people we invite have already made plans (sometimes with each other) that didn't include us.
Am I being overly whiny? If someone had some insight for me, even a revelation of some social ineptitude I (or we) possess, I'd accept it. At this point, I feel like I'm grasping for straws just to feel included somewhere...
n
1. (Medicine / Pathology) a person who has leprosy
2. a person who is ignored or despised
[via Late Latin from Greek lepra, noun use of lepros scaly, from lepein to peel]
The term grosses me out. I always think of skin falling off, limbs being lost, etc. And I would avoid someone with skin and/or appendages falling off left & right, don't get me wrong.
But, last time I checked, all my skin & body parts are right where they belong.
So, riddle me this...Why do I feel like I'm being avoided at all costs? I know of nothing I have said or done to ostracize myself, to bring on being ignored or despised. But I feel lately like I'm watching things happen through a window. Facebook is WONDERFUL for fostering feelings like this, let me tell you. I see photos of everyone else having a good time & feel even more isolated. I witness people being invited to events & do not get an invitation myself. Even outside of Facebook, when we actually do put on a BBQ or some kind of get-together, 90% of the people we invite have already made plans (sometimes with each other) that didn't include us.
Am I being overly whiny? If someone had some insight for me, even a revelation of some social ineptitude I (or we) possess, I'd accept it. At this point, I feel like I'm grasping for straws just to feel included somewhere...
Sunday, August 28, 2011
My new blog
For some reason, Blogger wouldn't let me link my new gmail address with my old blog, but they'd let me start a new one.
Huh?
Oh well. I guess a fresh start is a good thing all around.
I'm not quite sure what I'm going to include in this blog. The other one was a mishmash of all the things in my head, & this one might just be the same thing.
But, for today, I just find it fascinating that there are, in life, some things that are just too weird to NOT look at.
I find one of those things to be Marilyn Manson.
Huh?
Oh well. I guess a fresh start is a good thing all around.
I'm not quite sure what I'm going to include in this blog. The other one was a mishmash of all the things in my head, & this one might just be the same thing.
But, for today, I just find it fascinating that there are, in life, some things that are just too weird to NOT look at.
I find one of those things to be Marilyn Manson.
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| Too strange to stop staring. |
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