I haven’t updated my blogs recently. My chronic health blog has taken a turn for the worse simply because I haven’t had the time, patience or motivation to do anything about it. It’s no one’s fault but my own, but I can’t bring myself to make it better.
The past two weeks have been hectic at best, crazy most of the time, and downright insane at worst. We’ve had family drama, moving into the new house, busy work schedules and The Mister’s birthday. If ever there were a perfect storm of activity, it is now.
I’ve noticed some weird things about life/me/etc. recently. They’re like floating ideas that don’t deserve their own post, but just enough to men
tion here. So here are the things that have been ru
nning on the ticker-tape in my head as of late:
1. People advertise movers that pack your stuff, but no one advertises movers who unpack your stuff. Furthermore, movers are great, but they are constantly asking you were stuff goes. Like I know! I kept saying “just put it in the Red Room for now” or the like. Eventually The Mister took over as one room was being barraged with boxes and the others were empty.
2. I’ve had a Friennassance with coffee. I used to drink about a cup or two a day. For the past week, I’ve been drinking coffee non-stop at work. (In fact, I just took a sip.) I know I’ve been sleep deprived and tired, but I don’t think that’s it as much as it is the taste. When I was little, I used to want to drink coffee with my Grandma. She’d give me a cup that was about 2/3 milk and sweet n’ low and 1/3 coffee. How I loved that taste! I still take my coffee with milk and sweet n’ low (splenda at work because they’re sweetner nazis here). Maybe it’s a memory thing. Maybe it’s a taste thing. But lately, coffee has been my new BFF.
3. Things could be a lot worse. Without going into details, The Mister has had a family situation over the past week involving a lot of drama and he’s had to take the brunt of it because, well, his family is just like that. It’s made his birthday week a bit sour and I resent his family for that alone, but more importantly I resent them for making him the pillar of responsibility. Seeing this reminds me that my family, while crazy, could be a lot worse. My ever-commenting Mom can be a pain, but she’s genuinely one of the nicest people anyone could meet. My Dad can be stubborn, but he’s also one of the strongest people I know. My Brother is idiotic and comical, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. The Mister’s family isn’t composed of bad people–they’re just misguided. And this week I feel blessed that it’s not my family drama at the center of our lives.
4. I love giving gifts more than getting them. I’ve always assumed this to be true, but now more than ever I’m convinced of it. I was so excited to get wicked awesome seats at the Tiger’s game for the Mister on Wednesday and reservations at the Tiger’s Club. I also had his name put on the scoreboard. At first he was actually mad at me for spending the money. But I told him to cut the games and, eventually he did. See he grew up with his birthday being less than stellar. I refuse to play that game. Especially now that he’s turned 30. I have one more gift to give today and I’m ecstatic to give it to him.
There’s probably a lot more, but those are the main throughts that have been streaming through my brain. I need to get back to work, but I had to get this out there. I feel like I’m having a backlog. I need some sort of brain/creativity laxitive.
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