I've been so emotional the past couple of days! I'm watching a video on YouTube of the Opera Company of Philadelphia singing Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus". It was a flash mob type of thing and the whole company is spread out over three floors. And I'm super emotional about it. It's such a beautiful song and I remember singing it in high school, I remember the whole alto part and all of the words.
I'm going to be that lady that cries about everything.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Real Housewives
Currently, I have a headache. Enlightening, I know. And I smell a little, but just like it's-been-a-long-day smell, not b.o. or anything in particular.
I'm watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta. (Chandler jokingly calls me The Real Housewife of Lexington. Charming.) The Real Housewives are a little bit of a what-I-watch-when-nothing-else-is-on pleasure and I don't even care for the Atlanta housewives... that's how much is not on t.v. this evening. One of the housewives' mother talked about feeling like she wasted twenty years of her life. I thought, "How sad to look back on your life and feel like it was wasted." I decided in that moment that I fear looking back on my life and having regrets or feeling like it was wasted.
Thus far, my life has been awesome. I've been blessed with family, I've traveled all over the US, I've completed my undergraduate degree, I met the love of my life, had a beautiful wedding, and now have the greatest, most wonderful daughter in the entire world.
Our future looks kind of like this: In a couple of years, we will be moving overseas as missionaries in obedience to God's will for our lives. We will live in Africa. That is all I know. My life will not be wasted.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Look at the Time Stamp.
See what time it is? It's 11:00 on a Saturday night. Guess what I just did? Mopped.
Yeah, I mopped... but only the front foyer.
I hate mopping.
But here's the thing: I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the thought of our hallway carpet turning a nice shade of funk because of the dirt dragged in from the foyer. So, I grabbed the dreaded mop and bucket and started cleaning.
Then, I couldn't stand the nagging thought that a mop only soaks up part of the gross-ness and the rest is just pushed around the floor, possibly into the carpet edges, so I grabbed an old rag and dried the floor Starbucks-style. That is, I threw a couple of dry rags on the floor, stood one foot on each, and skated across the floor to dry it. I didn't say it was standard Starbucks procedure, in fact, this style of drying is frowned upon because it wastes valuable cleaning cloths. Whatever, it's super helpful.
I hope to get a Swiffer soon. I'm saving coupons, looking for the big sale.
So maybe I'm a little obsessive. I will totally own up to being a little obsessive. I used to be more-so except that my husband is more tightly strung than I, so I've learned to relax. Now I'm just obsessive about some things. For example, I noticed the color changing carpet earlier this week. I thought it was just the light; you know, one light bulb goes out and casts a funny shadow, but after passing the carpet over and over... and over and over (I mean, anyone that comes in our house walks on this patch of carpet), I realized it was genuinely dirty. Then, I realized that I never mop that front foyer. I hate mopping. So, I start obsessing, thinking about how dirty the carpet looks and how I desperately need to mop the floor, definitely more often than once every six months. I freak out a little because we can't afford to have the carpet professionally cleaned, much less replaced. It's certainly not in the budget to buy a hallway carpet... not yet, but it's been pushed up the priority list of things to buy, right next to picture frames for our large wedding photo (3 years ago, mind you) and Waverly's professional photos and a Swiffer mop. Then, of course, all of this falls behind the 101 Christmas gifts we must buy for family... yep, just family. I cut out buying for friends a long time ago. Sorry. We have 10 immediate family members to buy for, not including Waverly, Chandler, and myself. Our siblings aren't even married yet. Tell me about it.
I digress.
For a week, I have mini panic attacks over this carpet. Then, finally, at 10:30 on Saturday night, I just can't take it anymore. And when I reach that point, the task must be completed immediately. So I mopped and I hated every minute of it, but my heart is a few steps farther from a heart attack because I did it.
Come on, Swiffer. Big sale. Big sale.
Yeah, I mopped... but only the front foyer.
I hate mopping.
But here's the thing: I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the thought of our hallway carpet turning a nice shade of funk because of the dirt dragged in from the foyer. So, I grabbed the dreaded mop and bucket and started cleaning.
Then, I couldn't stand the nagging thought that a mop only soaks up part of the gross-ness and the rest is just pushed around the floor, possibly into the carpet edges, so I grabbed an old rag and dried the floor Starbucks-style. That is, I threw a couple of dry rags on the floor, stood one foot on each, and skated across the floor to dry it. I didn't say it was standard Starbucks procedure, in fact, this style of drying is frowned upon because it wastes valuable cleaning cloths. Whatever, it's super helpful.
I hope to get a Swiffer soon. I'm saving coupons, looking for the big sale.
So maybe I'm a little obsessive. I will totally own up to being a little obsessive. I used to be more-so except that my husband is more tightly strung than I, so I've learned to relax. Now I'm just obsessive about some things. For example, I noticed the color changing carpet earlier this week. I thought it was just the light; you know, one light bulb goes out and casts a funny shadow, but after passing the carpet over and over... and over and over (I mean, anyone that comes in our house walks on this patch of carpet), I realized it was genuinely dirty. Then, I realized that I never mop that front foyer. I hate mopping. So, I start obsessing, thinking about how dirty the carpet looks and how I desperately need to mop the floor, definitely more often than once every six months. I freak out a little because we can't afford to have the carpet professionally cleaned, much less replaced. It's certainly not in the budget to buy a hallway carpet... not yet, but it's been pushed up the priority list of things to buy, right next to picture frames for our large wedding photo (3 years ago, mind you) and Waverly's professional photos and a Swiffer mop. Then, of course, all of this falls behind the 101 Christmas gifts we must buy for family... yep, just family. I cut out buying for friends a long time ago. Sorry. We have 10 immediate family members to buy for, not including Waverly, Chandler, and myself. Our siblings aren't even married yet. Tell me about it.
I digress.
For a week, I have mini panic attacks over this carpet. Then, finally, at 10:30 on Saturday night, I just can't take it anymore. And when I reach that point, the task must be completed immediately. So I mopped and I hated every minute of it, but my heart is a few steps farther from a heart attack because I did it.
Come on, Swiffer. Big sale. Big sale.
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