Sunday, February 19, 2012

Spring???

So, right after I finished blogging about springtime, I looked at my phone and noticed a cluster of cute little snowflakes by the weather thing...SNOWFLAKES?!?! I looked out my bedroom window and this is what I saw.


WHAAAAAAT? So then of course I had to go outside and make sure that it was in fact real snow...It was. And like most snow it was freezing! I did make a point of playing in it a little before I ran shivering back home.


Then, I had to make sure to give Steven's Jeep a smiling...well eyes too. I can't leave the Jeep out of the fun just because his driver happens to be away during all the fun. I just did eyes because I thought the grill made a good enough smile. They don't look as good as the ones on my car because I was too short, but still cute!


Oh, and I stopped to get a picture of the tree with the pretty pink spring blossoms I mentioned in my earlier post.


Spring Time is here!

Aw, Spring Time is beginning in NC. We've seen some nice sunny days, mostly spring showers, pretty pink blossoms on the trees, birds and squirrels chasing and playing and...GINORMOUS SPIDERS! Lilly was sitting on my lap and kept looking at the roof funny (the way she does when she spots a bug). I'm expecting to see a bug. Maybe a skeeter eater or some flying bug. I look up and see one of the biggest, ugliest spiders I've ever seen in my life. Totally caught me off guard and freaked me out. Of course Steven is out of town right now, but honestly he's afraid of leaves blowing in the wind and butterflies. This is not my way of talking crap about my spouse, this is just the facts of life. However, for some reason, even though I would have been the one to kill it either way, being alone made it ten times scarier. No joke, I was so afraid I thought I was going to barf. It was out of reach, so I was going to have to knock it down with the broom and chase it down with a shoe. Every time I went to knock it down though I came up with more and more terrible scenarios. Scenario one, what if I get close with the broom only to find it is a jumping spider? Scenario two, what if it gets caught on the broom and rather than flinging away from me it flings onto me? There were others, but those were the most realistic, least embarrassing ones. I'm wearing a hoody, so I decided to pull the hood over my head and tighten the strings as tight as I could. I could just imagine it flinging into my hair or onto my neck or down my shirt. All of these would have surely lead to my death by heart attack. Hood up, broom in hand, shoe beside me ready to hammer the not so little bugger...Broom flings and bug FLIES! Not like with wings, but he is FAST! As he should be. He's got eight legs! Anyway, the speed of this thing took me by surprise and I didn't want to take my eyes off of him to grab the shoe so I run after him with the broom and rake him back and forth across the carpet leaving little buggy pieces all over. Of course, after every kill, I mourned my pray. I always feel bad no matter how ugly or mean the thing was or looked. Then, Lilly ate him. I cannot say I'm excited for Spring. I definitely do not enjoy being cold, but I do appreciate the absence bugs and their bites which I always manage to acquire plenty of the latter. I'm also not excited about the humidity I'm sure is not too far behind. Hopefully, you at least get a good laugh out of this.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Thoughts of the day

Today at work I decided I want to make a conscious effort to always be kind to people no matter what I'm going through. It is no one's fault that you're having a bad day. Why make it worse by mistreating other people, putting them down and making them upset too? How is someone else being sad or pissed off going to make you feel any better? Here's the answer...It's not! Especially the ones that can tell you're upset and are either trying to help you or going out of the way, ignoring your bad attitude to be nice in spite of your attitude. I know my coworker is not the only person guilty of this. I know for sure I am guilty of this. Being on the other end of it today made me realize just how much I don't ever want to be that person again.

Then, on my way home from work I noticed(and I've noticed this before) how people seem to get totally perturbed if you pass them. Why is that? Why should everyone want to go the same speed you are going? If you want to be a slow poke and slowly glide your way to your destination, that is perfectly okay! However, most other people are on their way somewhere and most times in a hurry in this fast paced day to day we call life. Let them pass! It is not a personal insult...unless of course they flip you off as they're passing. I happened to be exhausted and not in any particular rush, so I noticed these things. One car just coasting along in the "fast" lane, cars lining up behind him, plenty of room for him to get over and let the cars behind him pass, but he just stayed. So, the first car behind him gets over to pass and this guy punches the gas. Car trying to pass gets back behind him because he's coming up on another slow car and the annoying car starts to slow back down. They get to another opening and the cars behind try to pass again and the annoying car speeds back up. I wasn't even involved and I was getting irritated! This is what causes road rage and traffic jams. Why does annoying car feel like he has to be the leader?! Why does he feel he should be in control of the speed of his fellow drivers? This puzzled me the rest of the way home. I can honestly say I need not improve in this area. I am a very courteous driver. I never ride the "fast" lane and I always move over if I see a car coming up on me quickly, clearly wanting to go faster than I'm going. I move over for cars on the side of the road. I've got this one. I may be flawed in most aspects of my life, but courteous driving is not one of them. This makes me well pleased. :0)

Finally, nothing makes a hard day better than the loving welcome of two very affectionate kitties, loving texts from family and friends, and having dinner ready for the eating. Thank you mom, Abby, bishop and Marilyn for sending me texts the other day reminding me that I am loved and very blessed to have such wonderful people in my life!

So, this post took more than a day to finish. I didn't work today and I saw those texts before right now. ;0)

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Irrational Fears

I have this irrational fear that terrible things are going to happen when I am least able to fight back or escape. For instance, every time I get in the shower, without fail, I freak out at every noise and make up a few noises in my mind as well. I have this ridiculous fear every time I get in the shower that the house is going to catch on fire or someone is going to break in. What do I do if this happens and I'm right in the middle of shampooing or my body is covered in soap? There is no quick remedy or escape. Face it. You're naked and covered in soap. The only chance you got against an intruder is the fact that you're slippery and hard to hang onto. However! What if you grab something to club said intruder with and it slips out of your hand?! You can make a run for it, but careful, don't slip! Not to mention having to run outside naked and then the suds are going to dry and make you itchy all over. I schedule my showers around times when Steven is home and STILL have these thoughts plaguing me. The shower is just so loud that you can't hear anything and then there's the shower curtain blocking your view. I need a guard dog for my showers.


Then you have your regular visits to the porcelain throne. Number 1 is not a big deal. It wouldn't be the most pleasant thing to be rudely interrupted while carrying out operation number 1, but it is doable with only mild regrets. However, number 2 is a whole other story. This fear plagues me mostly in public restrooms and the occasional at home alone, heard a noise situation. In public restrooms performing operations 1 or 2 I have this irrational fear. Just think, you're squatting, doing your thing and then someone grabs your bag off the hook and runs. Like I said, number 1 sucks but I will live and get my purse back. Number 2 though! Just forget about it. There is no escaping this one, unless your handle is big enough to hang your bag around your neck. There's no way I'm sticking anything on the floor. You might as well just burn it because I will not be able to make myself touch it again without a thorough cleaning first. Besides, I would think that would make it easier to grab. OH! Or what do you do if someone turns out the lights?! Ugh! This is my life. These ideas run through my mind and give me anxiety attacks every time I use a public restroom or take a shower. I don't even know where these fears originated.