Some days it is necessary to be quiet. Not the hold-your-tongue-when-someone-says-something-stupid quiet, but the I-need-to-rest-my-brain quiet.
When I lived in Florida, I spent a lot of time alone because we were only able to make a few close connections there due to the short duration of our stay and the lack of money to do much of anything. Now that I am in Indiana and actually go out on the weekends or spend time with people in the evenings, I realize how important it is to set aside a time of silence where I can just BE.
When was the last time you weren’t bombarded with music, television or the Internet? If it has been over a week, take time today to do it. It is refreshing. You might just learn something new about yourself.
Friday, April 30
Thursday, April 29
Wednesday, April 28
Dear God, I Want to Learn About Periods Again
I am a planner. I like to know what I am getting myself into.
I think it was my mother who instilled this in me when I was in fourth grade and she took me to the restaurant called Chi-Chi's to give me The Talk. I stuffed my face with chips and salsa while we talked about sex, boobs, penis' and periods. She even showed me a book with pictures. I knew what to expect. That is why I never wanted to grow up. Periods and penis' scared me.
You didn't click on my blog link to read about my realization of how babies are made, so I will move on.
This desire to know what lies ahead seems like a contradiction in my ever-tangled brain because I also like being sporadic and adventurous. Whenever I take a personality test, I am more of the outgoing, leader type, but am pretty balanced when it comes to the other two. It could mean that I have no idea as to who I am or that I am a well-rounded individual. I'd like to think the latter, but I have a notion that it is really the former. I sometimes have that Zoolander dilemma, where he looks into the puddle and asks, "Who am I?"
As some of you know, my husband quit his job at Sweetwater a few weeks ago. He is working in his studio full time. I have NO CLUE where we will be in a month, let alone a week. Will we be out of Grabill? Will we be in a different state? What do I want to do with my life? Ah!
I don't know if you have ever had the feeling, but the past few years I've been surrounded by a constant sea squall and all I can do is grasp onto the edge of the ship and puke my guts out from seasickness.
I know that I DO have a foundation to cling to and that the storm will pass at some point. I catch myself praying that I can just BE, that there will be no more death and my stomach will settle. But then, I look back and see that I am stronger because I didn't know what would happen and made it through.
I sometimes wish life was like that night at Chi-Chi's. I want to eat my Mexican food and for someone to spell it all out for me. Anyone up for some salsa?
I think it was my mother who instilled this in me when I was in fourth grade and she took me to the restaurant called Chi-Chi's to give me The Talk. I stuffed my face with chips and salsa while we talked about sex, boobs, penis' and periods. She even showed me a book with pictures. I knew what to expect. That is why I never wanted to grow up. Periods and penis' scared me.
You didn't click on my blog link to read about my realization of how babies are made, so I will move on.
This desire to know what lies ahead seems like a contradiction in my ever-tangled brain because I also like being sporadic and adventurous. Whenever I take a personality test, I am more of the outgoing, leader type, but am pretty balanced when it comes to the other two. It could mean that I have no idea as to who I am or that I am a well-rounded individual. I'd like to think the latter, but I have a notion that it is really the former. I sometimes have that Zoolander dilemma, where he looks into the puddle and asks, "Who am I?"
As some of you know, my husband quit his job at Sweetwater a few weeks ago. He is working in his studio full time. I have NO CLUE where we will be in a month, let alone a week. Will we be out of Grabill? Will we be in a different state? What do I want to do with my life? Ah!
I don't know if you have ever had the feeling, but the past few years I've been surrounded by a constant sea squall and all I can do is grasp onto the edge of the ship and puke my guts out from seasickness.
I know that I DO have a foundation to cling to and that the storm will pass at some point. I catch myself praying that I can just BE, that there will be no more death and my stomach will settle. But then, I look back and see that I am stronger because I didn't know what would happen and made it through.
I sometimes wish life was like that night at Chi-Chi's. I want to eat my Mexican food and for someone to spell it all out for me. Anyone up for some salsa?
Tuesday, April 27
Conversations with Lynn: On Helping
While Sitting in the Living Room
Lynn: I really help you, don't I?
Me: Yes you do.
Lynn: I come up with those sentences that add the extra seasoning to your writing.
Me: Sure do.
Lynn: What about, 'swallowed by the great blue transparency'?
Me: What?
Lynn: Swallowed by the great blue transparency- I like that. Use that in your writing.
Me: Sure thing. When I am writing about drowning in a large ocean, I will make sure to use it.
Lynn: I really help you, don't I?
Me: Yes you do.
Lynn: I come up with those sentences that add the extra seasoning to your writing.
Me: Sure do.
Lynn: What about, 'swallowed by the great blue transparency'?
Me: What?
Lynn: Swallowed by the great blue transparency- I like that. Use that in your writing.
Me: Sure thing. When I am writing about drowning in a large ocean, I will make sure to use it.
Monday, April 26
Bill Gates the Orkin Man
Today we had a visit from the Orkin man so that we could slaughter the carpenter ants that have infested our cabinets.
I thought that we must have like 10,000 ants based on the amount of wood shavings in the kitchen, but Bob the bug man said it was more like a few thousand. I am actually amazed that the cabinets are still intact.
I thought that we must have like 10,000 ants based on the amount of wood shavings in the kitchen, but Bob the bug man said it was more like a few thousand. I am actually amazed that the cabinets are still intact.
Bob was exactly how I picture a pest control man to be- friendly, a little different and wearing glasses.
He reminded me of this guy:
After he told me stories from his most interesting bug assassinations, we stood in front of the cabinet where he sprayed and watched them drop from the nest in pain. We laughed evil laughs and I smashed the dying ants to put them out of their misery.
Mwha-ha-ha.
When I lived in Florida I ran an ever-growing list in my mind of the types of animals that could kill or maim me.
Alligators
Black Bears
Panthers
Black or Brown Widow Spiders
Any Kind of Snake
Jellyfish
Sharks
Fire Ants
That rat that ran across our fence in the backyard every evening
I could only think of a few animals that could harm me in Indiana- the worst being a snapping turtle. Second on the list are cute little bunnies. Third place is now awarded to carpenter ants.
I will probably spend all day today standing in front of the cabinet, smashing ants. Who needs television?
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