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?

You thought they didn't like you? Awesome!

So the other day, coworker #1 confides in me that they think coworker #2 doesn't like them. The funny thing is, I had been thinking that coworker #2 didn't like me either. After this brief conversation, coworker #1 and I both felt so much better. Is that normal?

Something for you, then something for me....

So I went to Amazon and ordered a couple of things for Adam. For Christmas. But of course, I couldn't be left out. I wanted some books with Christmas music. So, I found a couple that seemed suitable and added them to my shopping cart. And wouldn't you know it--the stuff I got for me ended up costing more than what I bought my man for Christmas. Oops! At least I may get the books in time to learn one of these carols before Christmas!
Anything else you want honey? I'm feeling a bit guilty so I may be easily manipulated....

Why does shopping feel like I got nothing done?

I went shopping on Saturday. I started my Christmas shopping and ran a lot of errands. That took up most of my Saturday. It was all things I needed to do, but when I got done at the end of the day, I felt like I had not accomplished much. Why does running errands feel like that? I would have felt much better about what I had gotten done if I had done all the laundry, cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom, and pulled the dead plants out of my garden. In the end, I spent as much time doing stuff I needed to do but didn't get the same satisfaction out of it. I wonder why?

The Center of the Home

I would argue that the center of any home is the kitchen table. With that in mind, let me brag. This is our kitchen table. Adam and I built it. Yes, that's correct. We bought wood and pieced this little beauty together ourselves. It has mistakes (which is why I won't be showing you any detailed, up close type photos), but it is ours. Over the summer we took a wood shop class at Durham Tech and built it together. It was one of those things where I have a brilliant idea and then my practical but usually correct husband points out that it will take a lot of time and will probably stress us out. Then I win and we end up taking the class anyway. In the end he's right--it took up a lot of time and we were kind of stressed out for a few weeks. But I was right to because we walk away with a beautiful table that we built together and I mean come on, that's just awesome. Anyway, we just barely finished it. Sanded, stained, polyurethaned, everything. This week we have been eating dinner on it. Fabulous!

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.