I'm having some friends over for dinner tonight. I'm excited they're coming! I haven't seen two of them in months, so it's going to be great to catch up! I've been to the grocery store twice today. On the second trip, I intended to get a couple of items that I need for an event tomorrow and totally forgot...so I'll be going again (but not today!)
I've got the fruit, for the tart I'm making, sliced with sugar sprinkled over the top in preparation to go on the pastry puff that is thawing (I know, it's cheating to use pre-prepared, but that's what I'm doing.) I've got the créme fraîche standing on the counter...it needs a couple more hours before I can use it. The salmon is in the fridge and the shrimp is in a sinkful of water so I can take the skin and tails off. The napkins are in the dryer. My bed is made and my shoes are picked up off the floor. I haven't dusted yet and the table isn't set either. There are a several other miscellaneous things I need to do before 7:00. However, I'm confidant I'll be ready by the time everyone arrives.
I'm just sitting for a moment to try to allow the air conditioner to catch up with the heat and take a breather. I feel like I've been running non-stop since I got up this morning!
I just remembered something else I need from the grocery store for tonight...so it looks like I'll be going again today after all. Groan.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Will you accept this rose?
Saturday night, after an absolutely wonderful homemade meal of salad, tilapia, salmon, asparagus, baked potato and french bread completed with a slice of key lime pie, all in which I wasn't allowed to lift a finger, I was handed a gorgeous white rose. An originally written poem was read for me and scripture read over me.
It was a beautiful evening!
It was a beautiful evening!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Sleep (y) (less)
I haven't been sleeping very well lately. The past month or so has been kind of "off," for lack of a better description. For awhile, I was sleeping late, then staying up late and got into kind of a pattern. Then when I needed to get up early, I couldn't go to sleep early, because I had slept late.... You get the picture.
I go back to work in one week. This past week, I've been trying to go to bed at more of a decent hour and setting an alarm to wake up at a decent hour. Certainly not as early as I will when I do go back to work, but still earlier than I'd been getting up. When I go to bed, my body is physically tired, but not sleepy. This means I can't fall asleep at all...and so just lay there. Extremely frustrating! Last night is a perfect example. I go to bed. I lay there with my mind running sometimes and blank others. My body is tired. My legs ache with the "you haven't slept enough lately" feeling. After 45 minutes, I get up and move to the couch. I stick in a movie thinking, "I'll get sleepy and turn it off in a bit. I'll just sleep on the couch." No such luck. I watch the entire movie, the deleted scenes and the bloopers! At 3:15 I finally go to bed and still lay there for a few minutes before blissfully falling into slumber. Of course, I was not so blissful when my alarm went off at 8:00 o'clock this morning.
So now, I'm dragging and want to take a nap. But if I do that, I'll be in the exact same boat tonight! Argh!
I go back to work in one week. This past week, I've been trying to go to bed at more of a decent hour and setting an alarm to wake up at a decent hour. Certainly not as early as I will when I do go back to work, but still earlier than I'd been getting up. When I go to bed, my body is physically tired, but not sleepy. This means I can't fall asleep at all...and so just lay there. Extremely frustrating! Last night is a perfect example. I go to bed. I lay there with my mind running sometimes and blank others. My body is tired. My legs ache with the "you haven't slept enough lately" feeling. After 45 minutes, I get up and move to the couch. I stick in a movie thinking, "I'll get sleepy and turn it off in a bit. I'll just sleep on the couch." No such luck. I watch the entire movie, the deleted scenes and the bloopers! At 3:15 I finally go to bed and still lay there for a few minutes before blissfully falling into slumber. Of course, I was not so blissful when my alarm went off at 8:00 o'clock this morning.
So now, I'm dragging and want to take a nap. But if I do that, I'll be in the exact same boat tonight! Argh!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Doomed to have bad neighbors?
I have lived in my apartment for 2 years. In that period of time, I've had three downstairs neighbors.
The first guy that lived there was a drunk who was not nice to his girlfriend. She finally had the guts to leave him for good. That same weekend I had a busted sideview mirror waiting for me when I walked out to my car Sunday morning. I'm pretty sure he was venting his not-so-happy feelings at her decision.
The next people to live there was a couple and their 16 month old son. I was introduced to these people on January 1 (definition: morning after a very late night) at 6am when she was screaming over the phone at the police to come and remove her mother. This went on for an hour. Little did I know, it would become a regular occurence for their entire 6 month stay. Their son was adorable and never a problem. However, 2-3 times a week the man and woman would have screaming and slamming fights. They always started about 2 in the morning.
The most recent neighbor must have moved in this past weekend. I saw her for the first time today while we were both doing laundry. She looks nice enough. However, as I'm typing this post at 10:37pm, the bass on her stereo is so loud that if I was trying to sleep, well....it wouldn't be happening.
The first guy that lived there was a drunk who was not nice to his girlfriend. She finally had the guts to leave him for good. That same weekend I had a busted sideview mirror waiting for me when I walked out to my car Sunday morning. I'm pretty sure he was venting his not-so-happy feelings at her decision.
The next people to live there was a couple and their 16 month old son. I was introduced to these people on January 1 (definition: morning after a very late night) at 6am when she was screaming over the phone at the police to come and remove her mother. This went on for an hour. Little did I know, it would become a regular occurence for their entire 6 month stay. Their son was adorable and never a problem. However, 2-3 times a week the man and woman would have screaming and slamming fights. They always started about 2 in the morning.
The most recent neighbor must have moved in this past weekend. I saw her for the first time today while we were both doing laundry. She looks nice enough. However, as I'm typing this post at 10:37pm, the bass on her stereo is so loud that if I was trying to sleep, well....it wouldn't be happening.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Shredder...Finally!
I bought a shredder! I've talked about doing it for a couple of years now. I know. It's not a big purchase. Why did I wait so long? I have no idea. I didn't think about it while at the appropriate stores, I guess. But I have one now! It's great! I used to make stacks of shreddable papers to take to work to shred there. Or I would indulge my pyromaniac side and light a match, hold over the sink, and burn the account number or whatever else until water was required.
Not any more!
I own my own! It is sitting proudly plugged in, already about half-way filled with it's first load of little white strips.
I love life's simple pleasures.
Not any more!
I own my own! It is sitting proudly plugged in, already about half-way filled with it's first load of little white strips.
I love life's simple pleasures.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Words of Praise
Why is it so hard to accept praise? I don't mean when we've worked hard for something and are given hard-earned accolades. Neither do I mean the condescending kind that comes with a "good work" pat on the back. (You know what I'm talking about!) I mean, the unexpected kind that you feel unworthy of.
I was given a compliment today. At first I was in shock. "He's kidding, right? or somehow mocking me." That was my first thought. But I know this guy a little bit, and he's not the mocking type. I deflect the compliment and move on. But no, he does not receive my deflection and brings the spotlight back to me. At this point, I'm uncomfortable. I feel there are at least two others there that are MUCH more deserving of his words than I am and yet he's ignoring them to shower me. I stumble through some sort of acknowledgement and the conversation takes a natural turn.
A little while later, it comes up again! I try to turn the compliment to those that are more worthy. He does not allow me to do so. Instead, he puts both of his hands on my shoulders and repeats his words. I know he was trying to get his point across, to impress me to receive what he was saying. It wasn't even that big of a deal. The topic I mean. So why couldn't I just say thank you?
This incident made me think of Christ. My complimentary friend is a Christian, so it is natural that he is shining for Christ. I'm not sure if he was being intentional in that regard or not, but my thoughts went towards Him nonetheless. I'm not worthy of Christ's love. I feel like dirty rags in his presence. I wonder why He is showering me with His love. There are times I try to deflect it. Other times I put it off on other people. Sometimes I even refuse to acknowledge it at all. I know this hurts Him, yet I cannot seem to help it! Eventually Christ puts His hands on my shoulders, looks me in the eye and impresses me to accept His love. It is not forced, but the knowledge of His love is made perfectly clear. His desire to love me is known. I then bask in it. Humbly crawl towards it and say "Thank you, Lord!" for that is all there is to say.
I was given a compliment today. At first I was in shock. "He's kidding, right? or somehow mocking me." That was my first thought. But I know this guy a little bit, and he's not the mocking type. I deflect the compliment and move on. But no, he does not receive my deflection and brings the spotlight back to me. At this point, I'm uncomfortable. I feel there are at least two others there that are MUCH more deserving of his words than I am and yet he's ignoring them to shower me. I stumble through some sort of acknowledgement and the conversation takes a natural turn.
A little while later, it comes up again! I try to turn the compliment to those that are more worthy. He does not allow me to do so. Instead, he puts both of his hands on my shoulders and repeats his words. I know he was trying to get his point across, to impress me to receive what he was saying. It wasn't even that big of a deal. The topic I mean. So why couldn't I just say thank you?
This incident made me think of Christ. My complimentary friend is a Christian, so it is natural that he is shining for Christ. I'm not sure if he was being intentional in that regard or not, but my thoughts went towards Him nonetheless. I'm not worthy of Christ's love. I feel like dirty rags in his presence. I wonder why He is showering me with His love. There are times I try to deflect it. Other times I put it off on other people. Sometimes I even refuse to acknowledge it at all. I know this hurts Him, yet I cannot seem to help it! Eventually Christ puts His hands on my shoulders, looks me in the eye and impresses me to accept His love. It is not forced, but the knowledge of His love is made perfectly clear. His desire to love me is known. I then bask in it. Humbly crawl towards it and say "Thank you, Lord!" for that is all there is to say.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The reason I'm not married...
I've been recently informed the reason I'm not married is because I do not make out enough. I was politely told if I would simply make out with random men, then I would be married by now.
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