TV Say What?

There are somethings that I find interesting in relation to TV and movies, things that I have observed that I thought I would share because I don't want to work on school. So, now you get a random list. Slight disclaimer, this list in no way is applicable to all TV episodes or movies.

• Unless someone is in bed or in pajamas, shoes are always worn inside
• When any minor or major pillow fight breaks out there are always feathers everywhere. Are there truly that many feathered pillows used? Do feathered pillows really come apart that easily?
• When anything intimate is happening, there are two sheets on the bed... when someone gets out of the bed and takes the sheet, there is always another sheet for the other to wrap around their own body. Who is the interior designers for these and where do they buy their bedding?
• Classroom sizes... typical classrooms on TV have twelve desks that are all lined up in neat little rows. That would be nice or weird.
• Blinds or curtains are never closed, even at night. Privacy please?
• Screens do not exist on windows. People are constantly opening windows or climbing through windows yet there are never screens on these windows. Is no one afraid of birds flying through their windows? Seriously?
• Toothpaste and brushing of the teeth is completely inaccurate. Toothpaste foams is the truth. Unless there is some kind of non-foaming toothpaste than they are not using toothpaste. Plus, since when has brushing your teeth lasted 5.3 seconds? Dental consult, please.
• Perfectly coifed hair. Always. It can be 4pm, 6am, or midnight and the hair is always perfect. Apparently I need a cut, color, and wash asap.

No wonder our society has image problems and bad teeth and birds flying through houses. Okay, the last one might be a bit off but anything is possible. I think.

Peace.

Midnight Musings

I have not written in awhile because frankly I have not known what to say. Life has been up and down and up and down again. There is a lot happening in the world right now. I have heard too many stories of life and death lately, surgeries, hospitalization, pain, and frustration. Sadly, with each day the stories grow deeper.

For over five months now my grandparents have been in and out of the hospital. There have been three open heart surgeries between the two of them. Just when things look good, they turn south again. This means my mom has been back and forth far too often, all of us trying to fill in the gaps. And after five months it becomes exhausting for everyone. I know we have it easier than others at this time so rather than focus on comparison and hard time perhaps we should remember good.

People love.

Sometimes I get too caught up in things that I forget to see that people love. How do people love? Well, there are a few ways I have seen recently.

- A mom going out early in the bitter cold to de-thaw a daughter's car covered in inches of ice.

- Colleagues staying until every book is put away even when they never used the books.

- A friend texting just to see how things are going, to send a reminder that prayers are still being prayed.

- A daughter doing the dishes without being asked.

- A dad leaving a card and jewelry for each of his daughters on a special day, even when life has been crazy.

- A boss truly asking how everyone is doing, checking in on current happenings even when their day is busy.

- A father going dress shopping, returning to the store for at least two exchanges because he knows his daughter does not want to do it and because he truly takes joy in it.

- A community of readers rallying with love and prayers around a Christian author and her husband as they announce their dissolving marriage.

- A boyfriend playing with his girlfriends hair just because it makes her feel better.

Sometimes love is a feeling.

Sometimes love is a word.

Sometimes love is words.

Sometimes love is action.

Love.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear People of the World, I don't really care about football. Did I watch the Superbowl? Not so much. Sorry. But, talk to me about baseball and I have very strong opinions. Dear Giant Sledding Hill, You make me feel out of shape. Next time, I will dominate you more than you dominate me. Dear Food Poisoning/ Flu/ Unknown Stomach Bug, You won at the beginning of the week. I admit defeat. Now, take your victory and run... far, far away. Dear Number 12, Twelfth place should not have an "f" in it. It is just plan peculiar. Dear Awesomeness in a Bowl, Awesome? Check. Full? Check. Stomachache? Big check. Worth it? Probably. Dear Sleep, Glad to meet you. I am about to make your acquaintance once again.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear Black Market, I will be searching you for a new set of lungs soon. This whole sickness is getting old. Fast. Dear Perfectionist Self, Calm yourself. A score of 90 or 95 is still an A. Chill. Dear Heinens, Your 2 Brother German Chocolate Brownie is like food from Heaven. Be still my waistline. Dear Boss Person Lady, Remember that night you made fun of the way I talk? Remember that night you made fun of me for forgetting what prime factorization is? Remember that night you laughed at my logic? I quit. Okay, I don't quit but I am waiting for a time to strike back. Having a young boss person lady is hilarious. Vanilla Chai soon? Excellent. Dear Best Friend, Sometimes we have funny conversations. I have 7 weeks of school before my next break, lets plan something so I can see you again when I am released from school's ruthless grip. Plus I want to see this house that makes you even more of a real live person. Check yes or no.

Peace.

Real Life

I have been neglectful to my blog and my friends and my books and my sleep and well just about everything lately.

Since I started grad school just over a year ago I have learned that I am closet perfectionist. Example: a 95% on a paper just does not cut it for me. However, life these last few months have not lead to moments where perfection is possible, thus the neglectfulness of all of the things listed above, and many more.

Since the end of October life has been a bit crazy, however for the last month and a half or so life has been even more insane. With health scares and emergency surgeries (for both my grandparents) my mom has spent more time in the ME than she has in the OH. As a result, I have been trying to pick up the slack, which is not altogether easy with two jobs and full-time school.

Truth: the house is not the cleanest right now, I am sick, I am not ahead on school like I usually am (I am not behind either), the fridge needs to be cleaned out, clean clothes are sitting in laundry baskets waiting to be put away, dinner has been haphazard at times, and well a lot of other things.

I have been trying to do it all. Have other people put the pressure on me? Nope, its all me. I try to do it all- clean the house, work two jobs, cook quality dinners, grocery shopping, running of errands, checking homework, producing 4-6 quality papers a week, and shuffling teenagers around or scheduling shuffling. Its a lot to try to do (for me at least) and finally I had to admit defeat last night and right now I am okay with that.

But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. A flight has been booked. It looks like a certain person will finally be coming home after weeks away. We could not be happier. I am ready to return to my semi-normal, though still busy life.

So, real life? Sometimes real is rough and sometimes I am own worst enemy. Trying to be a perfectionist? Yeah, not so much, at least I hope not.

Sunday Letters

Dear Mom, I am beyond ready for you to come home now. I think everyone is ready for you to come home now. Dear Self, You are far to much of a perfectionist for your own good. There is too much going on to be the best at everything right now. Calm yourself down. Dear Late Nights at Work, Having a cool boss makes you so much better and a lot more fun. Dear Bedroom, I am pretty sure there is a floor somewhere around but I have not seen it in awhile. Dear Dad, Listening to you do construction is funny and reminds me of scenes from "The Christmas Story". Dear Week, I would very much appreciate it if you were not as crazy or as stressful as the last two weeks have been. Thank you much.

Peace Out.

Sunday Letters

Dear Peek N Peak, It was good to be back on the slopes. I now have sore legs, chapped lips, and wind burnt face to prove that it was a cold and tiring time. Dear Mom, You are now in Maine, making this the fourth consecutive month you have spent time there. All of this traveling did not begin until I moved home, is this a sign? Dear Little, Why do you always have to do weird things? No, my pinky does not bend that way. Dear Dream Home, I would love you! My family would love you! It would be lovely to own you. Please, lets work on this. Dear Books, Is it silly that I would be beyond thrilled to just get a mess of you for my birthday? What can I say, I am a lover of words.

Peace.