Motivation

Do any of you have a little extra motivation you aren't using right now? Would you mind if I borrow it? Just for a little bit. Just until I can find where I put mine...

Lucky Me!

If you looked at Adam's website after I made him post about it, you have already seen photos of these. I just wanted to brag about the fact that I have original art hanging on my walls. Aren't you jealous? Lucky me for marrying an artist!

What kind of Extraterrestrial has gotten a hold on my mother?

My mom just friended me on facebook. Now, don't get me wrong, if my mom is on facebook, I'm happy to be friends with her. It's just that I didn't even know she knew what facebook was. I mean it was not too long ago that I messaged her when I saw she was logged in to her gmail account and she had to go get one of my siblings to explain why I wasn't getting her message back (she didn't know she had to press enter). She has that one down now, but facebook? That just seems a little extreme. But mom, if you want to be on facebook, then go right a head. I am more than happy to be your friend.

Fear

This is my "desk" (or at least the old table I have all my paperwork piled on top of).

I think I need to clean it, what do you think? There are two major problems with tackling this project. The first one is one I always struggle with: I hate doing paperwork. Absolutely hate it. I'd rather clean the toilet, and that's saying something! The other problem is in something specific I have on my desk. Take a look. Can you guess what I am so afraid of? It is just a simple box:
I know it may surprise you, but that box absolutely terrifies me. I am so incredibly afraid of that box that I can't clean my desk because then I know I will have to face the box. What do you think could be in a box that would terrify me so? Tons of thank you cards. But, I'm not scared of the thank you cards. What scares me is the list that is tucked in with the thank you cards. It is a list of everyone I should have sent a thank you card to after my wedding. It is a very, very, long list. Full of people I love, people I know, and even some people I don't know, but each one was very gracious to me and deserves a loving, thoughtful note. Luckily, many of the names on the list are crossed out. I wrote tons of thank yous right after my wedding. I would work on a few at a time for months. But, several months after my wedding I got absolutely sick and tired of piles and piles of things in my house. Right before the wedding everything got moved into the house in a huge pile and nothing was put away. Then we got gifts. Tons of beautiful gifts, which also got piled. Eventually I just couldn't take it. I couldn't write thank you notes while my living room was too unorganized to eat dinner at our table or even put up our Christmas tree. So, I started writing fewer and fewer thank you notes and doing more and more cleaning and more tidying. Until one day I just stopped. My house is much better, but the list was never quite completed. Now it's been nearly 18 months since our wedding; a little late to send a thank you note, don't you think? I am so scared to look at that list and see the names of those people I never got to. Petrified. Guess my desk will be messy a little longer...

Strange Rememberings...

A little while back, an old mission companion of mine sent me a message. She wanted to make sure I liked her. Seriously. I think she had found out that one of her other companions harbored some resentment towards her. We hadn't exactly gotten along great so she began to worry that I felt the same way. But I didn't. It wasn't her fault that we didn't get along. It wasn't mine either. It was the MTC. Put two young women with strong independent personalities together, give them 1000 rules that they have never had before, dictate their daily activities minute by minute, and have them adjust to these changes while they must be together 24/7, and you will get the same result every time. Guaranteed. If we had served together even 3 months later, I don't think we would have any problems whatsoever. So, of course, I wrote her back and told her so. I didn't want her to worry that I held some grudge against her or something. That got me to thinking how many times I had let one upset in my life make me worry about other aspects of my life. I do it all the time. One person finds me annoying so everyone must; another person didn't like the meal I made so it must be disgusting; I totally messed up one experiment in lab so my whole research project must be wrong....
Since that message, I'm beginning to think maybe I am normal when I have those tendencies. Do you sometimes let one bad situation make you question other situations in your life?

I'm not sure if I'll actually ever tell you about this but...

So, I have been considering starting a blog for some time. I think it's because I read my friend's blogs so much that I thought it might be fun. The biggest problem is that my life isn't really that exciting. I mean I pretty much do the same thing every day. So does Adam. We don't have kids that say silly things or pets that poop on our carpet. What I'm saying is our lives are boring. But, I'm going to try this anyway for a little while. If you are lucky, I'll even tell you about it.