Yep, I admit it, I am gullible. How do I know? Don't most gullible people think they are hard to fool? Well, I realized today that I will believe just about anything written in a book that sounds good unless it pisses me off. Then there is no possible way that it could be true. What causes me to say such things? I picked up a book while working today that touted consuming more greens and the massive health benefits that will happen if you do. I read the book jacket, the foreword, and authors note, and the first page of the first chapter and by then I was thinking, "This sounds really good. The Man and I should totally do this." And that was all I read of the book, all shift. My brain is now convinced that our lives would be so much richer and fuller and healthier if we would just eat "green drinks" every day! So, I am Gullible.
Now, I'm sure there are many, many benefits to eating your roughage, whether it be in smoothie form, juice form, or a salad, and I'm sure that the benefits would be HUGE for me and The Man if we actually ate that well. I really do want to try it, but I'm thinking that maybe I should read a bit more about it to find out if we would actually stick to it before I spend our retirement savings on books about how to eat more lettuce. Will I be able to hold out? Will I start eating like a rabbit? Will The Man be willing to forgo his doughnuts to eat a smoothie of cabbage and other such greenness? Will anyone really care? Find out in the next installment of. . . . .well, probably not this blog.
Oh, and just because you know the assistant manager (or even the store manager. Or the OWNER!) of a store does not give you the right to enter said store 1 minute before closing, and leisurely do your weeks worth of shopping, causing at least one cashier and several floor people to have to stay late. We are here to serve you, but we are not your servants. Have some respect, and let us go home on time!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Bane of My Existence
Blech! It snowed today! (Today being Sunday.) There was probably six inches on our picnic table when I got up this morning. I don't live in Montana anymore God! Winter is supposed to be over here! Is anyone listening up there??? Oh well. Hopefully it won't snow tomorrow. I don't know why but winter is the worst time of year for me. I hate the cold and the snow and the gray days. Growing up in Montana, you'd think it wouldn't bother me, but instead, it caused a deep rooted fear of freezing to death to form. Lovely. I'd rather die of heat stroke than become an icicle, though I hear it is quite lovely, because you get all warm and sleepy. I wouldn't last one minute in the Arctic Circle. I'm sure the polar bears are relived to hear that.
And totally off subject, I'm SO TIRED OF PRIMARY!!!!! I was so hoping to get released today, just like the last three Sundays, but it didn't happen. I thought I was going to cry. The kids are great, they mostly behave, and I love them all, but I'm ready to be taught, rather than teach. My own well of spiritual knowledge is depressingly low, and I'm terrible at teaching myself. Besides, I love to hear other people's opinions on things. My favorite lessons, in fact, are the ones that totally get off subject and people start arguing about things like polygamy, where Kolob is and whether Heavenly Father lives there or somewhere else, where dinosaur bones came from, birth control and whether working moms are being judged in our ward or not by the stay-at-home moms. I almost never participate, because I find these kinds of conversations pointless, but hilarious. These ideas really don't pertain to our own salvation, but it is so interesting to hear what others think. And let me tell you, 4 year-olds say what you tell them to say. You don't get to hear those kinds of discussions, nor do you get to hear discussions on things that DO pertain to salvation, things that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and motivate you to better yourself and draw closer to the Lord. I so so so so so so so miss that. I want it. I NEED some adult interaction! 4 years is long enough, I think. But we'll see. In the mean time, I'll keep trying to want to teach the kids, rather than use the fact that I work Saturday nights to make The Man do it every Sunday, and I'll keep praying that I'll be released next week. Of course next week is General Conference, so it won't happen then, but I'm looking forward to my break. And maybe after posting this on here, I can finally shut up about it and give my friends a break from my constant whining about it. But then again, everybody needs someone to annoy them so that they learn patience and tolerance, and I'm really good at teaching that lesson! I'll just have to find something else to whine about.
And totally off subject, I'm SO TIRED OF PRIMARY!!!!! I was so hoping to get released today, just like the last three Sundays, but it didn't happen. I thought I was going to cry. The kids are great, they mostly behave, and I love them all, but I'm ready to be taught, rather than teach. My own well of spiritual knowledge is depressingly low, and I'm terrible at teaching myself. Besides, I love to hear other people's opinions on things. My favorite lessons, in fact, are the ones that totally get off subject and people start arguing about things like polygamy, where Kolob is and whether Heavenly Father lives there or somewhere else, where dinosaur bones came from, birth control and whether working moms are being judged in our ward or not by the stay-at-home moms. I almost never participate, because I find these kinds of conversations pointless, but hilarious. These ideas really don't pertain to our own salvation, but it is so interesting to hear what others think. And let me tell you, 4 year-olds say what you tell them to say. You don't get to hear those kinds of discussions, nor do you get to hear discussions on things that DO pertain to salvation, things that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and motivate you to better yourself and draw closer to the Lord. I so so so so so so so miss that. I want it. I NEED some adult interaction! 4 years is long enough, I think. But we'll see. In the mean time, I'll keep trying to want to teach the kids, rather than use the fact that I work Saturday nights to make The Man do it every Sunday, and I'll keep praying that I'll be released next week. Of course next week is General Conference, so it won't happen then, but I'm looking forward to my break. And maybe after posting this on here, I can finally shut up about it and give my friends a break from my constant whining about it. But then again, everybody needs someone to annoy them so that they learn patience and tolerance, and I'm really good at teaching that lesson! I'll just have to find something else to whine about.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The Search of Futility
So, I'm sitting here, in front of my computer thinking, "I have a blog now, whatever do I do with this thing?" Apparently I am supposed to write things that I want the whole world and it's Grandma to see. Unfortunately for you all, my panties are not on that list. Sorry. They are really great, though.
I spent a few minutes today on Myspace and Facebook trying to find some old friends of mine. Anyone really. I only talk to one friend from high school on a regular basis, though I'm in touch with a few of them. And he really only wants to talk to my husband because I don't play the same kinds of video games he does. Come on! Send a little love my way! The sad thing for me about searching for old friends, especially ones from high school, is that I realize over and over again how much I miss having that group of friends. I have friends now, but almost all of them were ones I met through my husband, so they aren't my friends. My old friends though, well, I knew that they liked me for me. When they called, they called to talk to me. I was found interesting and unique, even if I really wasn't. I had a lot of friends. I wasn't popular, not by a long shot, and I didn't care about that, but I really did have a lot of friends, and I really miss that sometimes. It's lonely going to church knowing that you don't have anyone to look forward to seeing, or to sit next to and write notes to back and forth. It makes it hard to go. (Not that my Primary calling makes it any easier. But that's for a later post.) I'm just so grateful that I do have someone to sit next to. I try to be friendly with other people, but it's been slow going, no thanks to my shyness, which I worry will come across as snobbery, which just makes it worse, and the fact that my husband and I have been Primary since before we had time to really make friends. And I don't care what anyone says, you don't make friends when you are a Primary teacher, at least not easily. There was a group that I used to go to, but my new job has me working the nights that it's held on, at least for now, so I can't go anymore. I really loved going too! So, in short, I miss my old friends, and I regret that I ever stopped having contact with them. Only one thing really gives me any comfort about it. I know that they will still be my friends in the next life and I'm assuming that reconnecting with them when I see them again won't be difficult at all. Since everything will be, you know, perfect.
I spent a few minutes today on Myspace and Facebook trying to find some old friends of mine. Anyone really. I only talk to one friend from high school on a regular basis, though I'm in touch with a few of them. And he really only wants to talk to my husband because I don't play the same kinds of video games he does. Come on! Send a little love my way! The sad thing for me about searching for old friends, especially ones from high school, is that I realize over and over again how much I miss having that group of friends. I have friends now, but almost all of them were ones I met through my husband, so they aren't my friends. My old friends though, well, I knew that they liked me for me. When they called, they called to talk to me. I was found interesting and unique, even if I really wasn't. I had a lot of friends. I wasn't popular, not by a long shot, and I didn't care about that, but I really did have a lot of friends, and I really miss that sometimes. It's lonely going to church knowing that you don't have anyone to look forward to seeing, or to sit next to and write notes to back and forth. It makes it hard to go. (Not that my Primary calling makes it any easier. But that's for a later post.) I'm just so grateful that I do have someone to sit next to. I try to be friendly with other people, but it's been slow going, no thanks to my shyness, which I worry will come across as snobbery, which just makes it worse, and the fact that my husband and I have been Primary since before we had time to really make friends. And I don't care what anyone says, you don't make friends when you are a Primary teacher, at least not easily. There was a group that I used to go to, but my new job has me working the nights that it's held on, at least for now, so I can't go anymore. I really loved going too! So, in short, I miss my old friends, and I regret that I ever stopped having contact with them. Only one thing really gives me any comfort about it. I know that they will still be my friends in the next life and I'm assuming that reconnecting with them when I see them again won't be difficult at all. Since everything will be, you know, perfect.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Ahem. . . .
So, this is my blog. We'll see how it goes. I WILL rant, there will be very little raving, and all of you will probably decide I am certifiably insane and should be locked up. One of my friends has a blog where she takes a letter from the alphabet and talks about something related to that letter. Maybe I will start by doing that. And maybe I won't. Oh, and I will shamelessly promote my husband's drawing abilities and cartoons by putting them on my blog. They are really good, so keep a look out.
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