Tennis Shoes Among the Nerd"ite"

I wanted to share a funny moment I had with Don last night because it just provides insight into what I deal with on a daily basis.......

But first, I have to introduce you to the topic of conversation: Yes, my brand new Steve Madden sandals that I am so proud of and wear every day despite the freezing temperatures and my body's inability to keep my feet warm no matter what time of year it is.


ME "I love my new shoes."

DON "You should go buy another pair."

ME "Huh?"

DON "That's what I did."

pause

ME A more entertained "Huh?"

DON "What.... I didn't want to be sad when the first ones wear out!"


The best part, is you think I'm kidding.....

Silver Gratitude

I've been thinking about it.
They say that stress and trauma can cause gray hair...
In my life, that's something that I choose to believe, because I refuse to believe it's caused by old age. :)

But despite all that, and in spite of the one in charge for making them happen, I feel confident in myself and in my abilities. And even though I need a list to get me there, I'm proud of my accomplishments. I trust that there is a greater good at work in my continued sacrifices to the Lord, and know that as I continue to do my best, everything that happens will be for the best.

And even though it may not make any sense... I think I'm proud of those silver hairs.

I know most of them are in response to my time in Lugazi, I could point out the one that resulted because of Kato and the many that resulted from Alma....

In fact looking back over my life, I realize that it's because of me my mother's hair has gone gray. And it's probably because of all of us that God's head is all white. (I have no doubt that one of them grows specifically in my honor.)
But I don't think they would have it any other way.
And neither would I.

My Holy Eight Ball Wish

Today, I looked in the mirror, and freaked out because I'm old.
Yeah.
I have gray hair.
A lot of it. I'm 22 years old and I have laugh lines.
More importantly, I'm 22 and I'm calling my wrinkles laugh lines.

There are a lot of things about myself that I'm starting to come to grips with.

Like how I think I may be a hypochondriac.
But only when I’m playing Frisbee.

Or how my head is always too hot, and my feet are always too cold.
Which "logically" results in my turning the heater on full blast with the window rolled down.
In the dead of winter. I don't even know why they bothered putting the little guy with an arrow pointed at his head in my car.

I'm obsessively compulsively disordered.....
In all walks of life.

Example: To Do lists. I don't function without them. And what's worse - I become compulsively ecstatic when I get to cross something off.
But you know, I was talking to Dana today, and I think I may have uncovered the most blasphemously inconvenient truth about myself that I've been secretly wishing could happen for a very long time:

I would like to have a sit down with God to discuss some current events or "non-events" in my life.

He has all the answers right? Can't He just pencil me in? Provide insight as to what point exactly I'll stop feeling like the new lead character in A Series of Unfortunate Events?
I mean, will I ever get married? Was it really fair that Murphy violated my right to a "no cat" existence? And why can't I find a job? Huh? Why'd I lose my job in the first place? Maybe He could even explain the whole presidential election thing to me...Really? John McCain and Barack Obama? Really?

I know what you're thinking. Why don't I just try a magic eight ball?
I did.
It wasn't helpful. I swear even the eight ball Gods are against me.

The Cat in the Hat (Or More Like My Bedroom)

If you know me, you know how much I love cats.
If you don't know me, after reading this blog, you'll understand about the laughing coming from the above mentioned people...
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I'm not typically the kind of person who believes in bad luck, or any luck at all really... but last night, after coming home from a weekend trip to Bear Lake and finding out that a C-A-T had been living there, and when I say living...what I mean is uninvitedly wreaking havoc on my otherwise humble abode, I had ample reason to become one.

That's right. My next door neighbor's cat somehow spider-crawled her way into my bedroom before I left, got herself locked in, and continued to show her disapproval for having no litter box... no food... and no friends.
For three days.

She was however very pleased with the sleeping conditions...

Here is a list of reasons why I'm not so happy about any of this:
1. My sheets. Because now I'm going to have to burn them
2. My clothes, now contaminated with asphyxiating cat pee and cat poo
3. Being deprived of clean, non-urinated oxygen
4. Having a massive sudden loss of brain cells as a direct result of #3
5. The unfortunalaty of not owning a vacuum

I think it's pretty obvious which character I am in this story book. An ironically 6 foot tall goldfish who doesn't like cats... and never will, because, not unlike my aquatic friend the goldfish, my life is like a giant toilet bowl. And it'd be fine if we just left it at that - but no. Now my life is like a giant toilet bowl surrounded by hungry pawing tomcats.
Maybe Seuss should write a book about that.

Next week, I'm entering the make a wish foundation. Click here to donate.
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No animals were harmed during the making of this blog.
(Although I know a certain felonious feline who should have been)