Posts Tagged ‘boring post’

Glad game #5: Got over salt and gum

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

It’s a small thing, but I’m thankful for it. Through an act of will and the grace of God I determined last year that I would not salt every single bite of food multiple times. It was getting so bad that I was starting to put salt on my toast. I salted my pancakes once and that’s when I decided that enough was enough. I now give my friend the salt shaker one or two (fine, four or five) quick shakes at the beginning of mealtime (the happy time) and then walk away. It hasn’t come right out and thanked me, but I feel like my blood pressure is grateful for this change.

Same goes for gum. I was going through a pack a day and it was draining my funds at a slow but unpleasant rate. I stopped. I don’t really chew gum now. It’s a blessing.

By this time next year I hope to be free of sugar in my coffee, and my eventual ten year plan is to be free of caffeine altogether. I read somewhere that’s it’s bad for you, but it will probably take at least ten years for this head knowledge to morph into an actual conviction.

It’s that time again

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Every couple of months I make a post that is a accumulation of everything that’s not valid enough to be its own post. This is one of those posts. Hopefully these few tasteful tidbits it will endear me to you further, that’s kind of the main point of this blog.

Firstly, I’m moving continents. I’ve been saying that to myself a lot lately. The realization is a weird mixture of scary and wow, mostly wow. It feels weird to simultaneously be a Family member, 21 years old and moving continents for the first time since I can remember. Usually those three things don’t go together. Oh well.

I’ve decided that until proven otherwise, I’m going to maintain that I’m the tallest woman in The Family. I’d love to be proven otherwise, so if you stand taller than 6 feet five inches and are of the female persuasion, feel free to go ahead and let me know. And, maybe, we could be friends? Heck, if you’re a guy and over 6 feet 5 inches, let me know. We should definitely be friends. (There, aren’t you proud of me, Maria? I feel this is a big step in opening my heart up like a flower.)

My first time buying alcohol in the States and they don’t even card me. It was a letdown.

I realized recently that for years I’ve been extremely insecure about my usage of “its” vs. “it’s”. It was kind of a subconscious thing that I never really nailed down and decided to Google the answer to until I just came across it one day while browsing. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders with this knowledge. Here it is in case you were wondering:

It’s vs. Its

This is another common mistake. It’s also easily avoided by thinking through what you’re trying to say.

“It’s” is a contraction of “it is” or “it has.” “Its” is a possessive pronoun, as in “this blog has lost its mojo.” Here’s an easy rule of thumb—repeat your sentence out loud using “it is” instead. If that sounds goofy, “its” is likely the correct choice.

Meh. I thought I had accumulated more stuff. Posting these kinds of posts is a dilemma for me because I know it probably won’t get any comments and comments validate me as a blogger. I’m actually very insecure about this. Maybe you could just leave a comment on any topic of your choosing, (your thoughts on the government bailout or the current state of your fingernails, for example) thereby educating us all and validating me, your friend and comrade.

Don’t panic

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

I’ve finally found a theme that I’m ready to fall in love with. Bear with me during the tweaking stage. Once I pimp this thing out you’ll wonder how you ever managed to read a blog that was previously so fugly.

Deeeeelicious

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

Feeling pretty good about self right now. All by my wittle lonesome I figured out how to set file permissions on my php thingies and make them writable so I could (get this) go into the code of my sidebar and insert that nifty little delicious thing that you see on the right.

I. Rule.

Now to get Speck to fix it so that the title is blue like the rest of them and on top of the Recent Post category – for my every attempt at this has failed – and I’ve knocked off a major to-do. Well, a to-do, anyway.

So now you’ll get a glimpse into the kind of stuff that grabs my attention on the world wide web. It’ll probably get a lot more updated than ye actual blog, for I cherish my lunchtime Drudge Report/Google News/MO site world news/Digg (though not always in that order) gander and find more interesting stuff to link to than stuff to write about.

I know, after two weeks this is a sad and sorry excuse for an update – but typically September is a slow blogging month for me so I’m following my own trend. And I know I’ve promised and disappointed on this point before, but an interview of the month is on it’s way – for realz this time.

Because you deserve to know…

Friday, June 6th, 2008

I am a very impressive maximizing Home member. I’m also humble enough to keep this information to myself, but in this particular case if I don’t tell people about it they won’t know about it – and if we’re all being honest with ourselves, who wants that? This is how awesome I am:

The car that I used yesterday to make a trip to a place far, far away was scraping empty when I left home. I filled it up on my way out with my last $15, rendering myself penniless for the remainder of the trip. By the time I got home the car was scraping empty again due to the many miles we had conquered together, coupled with unimpressive MPG. Now although we have a home rule of not bringing the car back under half-tank, (just like Grandpa says) since I was out of money and had already put gas in the car once, I would have been off the hook with a plausible case to plead at Home Council should the need arise to defend myself. But I am not a minimizer, neither am I a maintainer. I am a maximizer.

What I did was go through the not-so-speedy process of extracting money from the gas budget out of my father; and if you’ve ever lived with my father you’ll know that when you ask him for something, he will usually give it to you but not before he tells you in detail and usually in some length (while remaining very respectful of you as a person), a better way to do whatever it is that you’re doing at the moment. I do not resent him for this for he is a wise man and I have much to learn from him. But it did add a full eight or nine minutes to my mission of Doing The Right Thing.

In the end, after braving the busy post-work streets of my fair city and filling up the car, I spent a total of 34 minutes out of a sunny Thursday afternoon doing absolutely nothing but The Right Thing. Though I may not receive any recognition for it on this earth, great will be my reward in that better place.

So, how do we do this?

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

Chuck, how about I put up the photos and you supply the captions.

Do you concur?

Plea of the afflicted

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

Alone in the dark she crawls towards the castle
Her clothes are torn and shredded
Her eyes, once bright, now filled with shadows
The weight of her broken heart is almost too much to bear

No warmth, no light, just the merciless pelt of the rain
A glimmer of hope still lives however
The castle may hold one last moment of peace before death
Oh merciful death, closes in around her

Pitifully, painfully, she opens the door
What greets her within the castle is no more than shadows
The light has gone out forever
She weeps, she falls, she becomes as cold as the heartless stone beneath her

And she prays
Prays for death

Oh God, my God, deliver me from this stomach bug or take me Home!