Dear Facebook Friends: I love each and every one of you, and I mean you no harm when I say any picture you post of yourself in a mirror automatically loses major coolness points when there is a toilet in the background. If I have to explain it, it's not even worth the effort.
If my boyfriend dropped by my workplace to say "hi" at lunch, it would be very odd for someone to come and sit in on our conversation and act like they were a part of it. Yet if I am Skyping with him at lunch, some of the new people at the office think it is perfectly acceptable to come in and interrupt me and try to carry on a conversation with me and/or him while I'm trying to talk on video chat. If you need me for work, by all means, let me know. Seriously, I will help in whatever way I can. But if you're just trying to be social, there are 7 other hours in the workday to ask me about my life. He's in Germany for heaven's sake, and I get to talk to him for one sacred hour during the workday. Go away.
There was a deer standing on the side of the road when I drove over to my friends' house shortly before dusk. It didn't even flinch. I think deer are slowly taking over the world. Either that, or spiders are. I am afraid to know how many spiders are in my house for every one of them I kill. *shudders involuntarily* Dear Catchmaster Sticky Traps: PLEASE do your job. My flip-flops are begging for a leave of absence from the war on arachnids.
I tend to like the way other people put things into words better than anything I've ever written. Some of my friends should be syndicated authors. The inspiring/funny/ironic things they write on a daily basis never cease to amaze me. The phrases and vocabulary they use and the analogies they draw are incredible - so inspiring.
I talk too much.
It would never, ever occur to me to go to a doctor if I had a rib out of alignment, no matter how painful it was. Generally, someone who cares about me has to beg me to get me to go to a doctor for any reason.
I have more drafts of blogs that I have never posted than I have actual blog posts. Basically what this boils down to is a whole lot of things I felt compelled to say that weren't necessarily good public displays. And I probably still don't censor myself enough.
Oldest children, especially girls, can be incredibly bossy. I say this with full knowledge that I fall into this category. That being said, children make me smile. My friends have the cutest kids ever, and the best part is they like me too. There's nothing like the sweet friendship of a little kid to make you feel like your life is worthwhile. I've always thought children tend to be better judges of character in many respects than adults are, so when a little kid likes me, I take it as a huge compliment from him/her. Walking into a room and getting a big smile or a hug from a little person is like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. I don't think that could ever get old or mundane.
Even though I have a lot of months I barely make ends meet, ever since I've been on my own, I've never truly considered myself to be poor. There are days when I feel sad because I see a pretty dress I want and I can't even begin to buy it. But truthfully, I have everything I need, and I have been blessed so much, there really isn't anything I want that badly. I am so thankful for the blessings I have. The only thing I want badly that money can buy is a plane ticket to Germany. :-P
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