I'm going to try this frank thankfulness thing that's going around. Don't get me wrong - I am VERY grateful for things: deep tissue massages, facials, and Mint Brussels (which Pepperidge Farm has stopped making, the NERVE!) among other delights of life. But to get slightly in depth and not so philosophical (and more sentimental) I have to say...
My husband is such a rock in my life. I know I complain a lot. He hears most of my rants, be it logical or totally irrational, and still loves me at the end of the day. He supports my schooling, he supports my desire to be a better person, he loves me for who I am, both physical and spiritual, and makes me that much of a better person. I know he loves me. I just wish there was more I could do to show him how much he means to me.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Personality types
If there ever was a "Type A" person, it'd be me. Hands down, no questions asked, thank you, have a nice day.
I'd like to apologize for that.
I'm going back to this weird lack of sleep induced self-consciousness. I've been trolling around a few blogs lately and I want to cry at the things I read. I cried watching Glee last night, but that was TOTALLY LEGIT. But I'm not the person who cries. My mother and two older sisters have, since I can remember, called me out on my inability to cry at emotional moments. Madame Butterfly? My mom had to remind me where the stage was. I was too busy looking at the tears to see what was going on onstage.
So here's my goal: I want to try to be more "Type B" without losing my "Type A" self. Is that too contradictory? It probably is. And there's my problem from a blog I wrote a few months back, something about Sylvia Plath and her quote from The Bell Jar that fits me to a tee. Pardon my paraphrasing, but I can't remember it off the top of my head: If wanting two mutually exclusive things at the same time is neurotic, then I'm neurotic as hell.
I'm also going to try to be more insightful without all the cynicism and pessimism. Maybe then people will like me >_______< that much better. :) Here's to hope!
I'd like to apologize for that.
I'm going back to this weird lack of sleep induced self-consciousness. I've been trolling around a few blogs lately and I want to cry at the things I read. I cried watching Glee last night, but that was TOTALLY LEGIT. But I'm not the person who cries. My mother and two older sisters have, since I can remember, called me out on my inability to cry at emotional moments. Madame Butterfly? My mom had to remind me where the stage was. I was too busy looking at the tears to see what was going on onstage.
So here's my goal: I want to try to be more "Type B" without losing my "Type A" self. Is that too contradictory? It probably is. And there's my problem from a blog I wrote a few months back, something about Sylvia Plath and her quote from The Bell Jar that fits me to a tee. Pardon my paraphrasing, but I can't remember it off the top of my head: If wanting two mutually exclusive things at the same time is neurotic, then I'm neurotic as hell.
I'm also going to try to be more insightful without all the cynicism and pessimism. Maybe then people will like me >_______< that much better. :) Here's to hope!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Alas, and alack
I would like to draw your attention to the name of my blog. This is why I don't post crafty things on here, as well as hijack all my crafty ideas from books and the internet.
Except for my Christmas cards.
They rock!
Can you tell I'm stalling? I should be taking an inconsequential math test but am starting to get delirious from being awake since 2am (early work shift) and just want to go home and sleep.
Except for my Christmas cards.
They rock!
Can you tell I'm stalling? I should be taking an inconsequential math test but am starting to get delirious from being awake since 2am (early work shift) and just want to go home and sleep.
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