Realizing I carry too much stuff aroiund at school I go through a mental checklist:
School Related Material:
- 5 folers one for each subject (replaced bulky binder)
- 1 1" three ring binder for E201 journal (considering another folder to conserve space)
- MGMT301 Text (will always need (dang it), always have work to do)
- E275 text ("Compact" Bedford for literature, even my teacher thought the phrase "compact" was ironic considering the size, this too I will always need see above)
- Tech Rhet text (again see above)
- pencil bag (gotta have a place for my writing material)
- map of Boise (don't need)
- computer internet cord (again don't need)
- bus schedule (torn up need a new one)
- agenda book (my brain, can't leave that behind)
Nutrition:
- lunch box w/ food for lunch and sometimes dinner (this...the source of my condencing problems)
Clothing:
- Light jacket (I'm a wuss and it gets cold; will be upgrading soon to heavier clothing plus gloves, scarves, and hat, winters coming)
Essentials to Life:
- cell phone
- iPod (leave either of these behind? Are you crazed? Will be combining both soon. Kinda getting a Verizon Chocolate phone)
- Car Keys
- wallet - duh.
Analysis Process:
Me: the lunch box has to go
Myself: I can't fit my food in my bag - not condusive for all lmy stuff
Me: That bag is expensive, light wieght, and condusive for heavy books if you can't make it work then you don't deserve the bag.
Myself: You're right, I deserve something better!
I love it when I win. :)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Not any fun any more...
I find it interesting the questions I've been getting lately have been reverted to just one. As if this question is the all encompassing symbol of my life.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I'm back
Been gone for a while. July and August were crazy months for me. And the only reason why I'm blogging now is because I can't sleep and I just remembered I had a blog. Life can do that to you when things get thrown around and upside down what with getting married and all. It's a good thing only one person actually pays attention to this thing and she's seen me and talked to me since the whole engagement thing. So I don't feel too bad.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
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