And we're gonna watch lots of tv. Sometimes, you just have to give in and watch lots of tv. We've watched "American Idol," and I'm about to start voting. And now we're watching the new Fox show about being smarter than a fifth grader. I'm TiVo'ing it for Griff... he's going to think this is super.
I'm also going to answer Tami's fresh friday questions from last week that I didn't do then.
Plans this weekend: last weekend my parents flew in to visit, and this coming weekend, we're all Astros all the time as we take the kids to two spring training games
Song currently playing: whatever's on the Verizon ad
Favorite shade of food coloring: red
Cold cut of choice: cheese
Word most often used today: appears
Your middle name is: Michele
Your favorite office supply: paper clips
What did you eat for breakfast today: nothing (well, Diet Coke... but the yogurt I bought was the wrong kind & it was yucky)
If you were a film genre, what would you be: I have no idea
Complete this sentence: "I often wonder why they don't make Advil patches that give you a nice, small dose all the time." (The TMJ contributes to this thought.)
this month, I've now responded. Woohoo, me.
Gotta go have another chocolate chip cookie. 'nite.
The Ultimate Blog Party on Val's blog a week or so ago. Of course, in that time, I've been crazed and nuts and tired and completely unsure I could figure out how to participate (that's me... always convince I'm not quite capable... one of my biggest faults).
But tonight, I decided to give it a whirl, and I've managed to get the Party button onto my page, and I'm planning to participate and attend. I've always been a little conflicted about whether or not I wanted lots of people to read my blog (I'm pretty open and transparent here), but I do love the idea of getting out and finding groovy new blogs to read.
So, during the week of March 2-9, I think we should all joing 5 Minutes for Mom and party like ... well, like people who don't have to pay babysitters $6 an hour in order to leave the house.
More paint news... I finally got tired. We did the living room and started the kitchen before I quit. So now the kitchen walls are half painted... and I'm okay with that.
Enviga and Celsius drinks are supposed to help burn calories... partially thanks to high caffeine levels.
Good heavens, if I'd known it was helpful, I'd have been drinking more Diet Coke all along. I think I'll go have one now.
My dear Mike didn't get me a card this morning. Of course, he's got this golden touch. So he came home with this fabulous gift that only I would love. And I do love it.
But in the spirit of fun and romance...
I tell these silly, annoying, very Chel-and-Mike stories about the two of us, and both Mandy and Aleece have mentioned how they miss hearing all of those all the time. So, for them, here's our latest really great funny story.
Remember the episode of "Everyone Loves Raymond" (yeah, Mandy, I know Mike's Ray) where the two of them left the suitcase on the stairwell forever in a passive-aggressive insistence that the other one take it upstairs? Well, we've got our own little suitcase going on.
Except it's a trashcan full of dryer lint. Gross but true.
There's this tiny little trashcan in the laundry room & when I clean the lint filter, I put the lint in the trashcan. Now, in our house, Mike's in charge of trash. So I assumed (incorrectly) that he would take it out eventually.
But he didn't. And so I just kept squashing it down, and now there's about six months' worth of lint in there begging to be taken out. But I'm not going to do it. And he's not going to do it. And we both know it. And now... it's just a waiting game to see who cracks first.
I'll keep you posted. (See, you two, we're still crazy... we're just crazy in balmy weather.)
Tammy posted her first fresh friday, and I was so busy painting this weekend that I didn't answer any of the questions. But I do love a good survey type thing, and so I thought I'd do that today (you know... instead of watching another Strawberry Shortcake dvd with Eliza).
1. if you could straight-up, successfully change one element of your life this year, what would it be? I would be actively involved in a church where we were all having our spiritual needs met and where we had found a sense of true community and acceptance.
2. what kind of knowledge are you most hungry for in life? I'm afraid one of my downfalls in life might be that I'm not just really hungry for knowledge, in general. We tease that Mike's in charge of knowledge. But my prayer would be that I would become hungry for God's word in a way that I have been before and am missing now.
3. what really stupid thing do you think about too often? whether or not my life would be better if my weight were less
4. what one thing do you really respect in others? The ability to stand up for something they believe in... regardless of the personal cost. Mike's like that, and I am in awe of his convictions.
5. would you call yourself a patient person? What makes you impatient? Nope. No one would call me patient. I want everything right now.
6. what one thing do you wish others respected in you? my compassion, humanity, sense of humor
7. do you trust other people to keep your secrets/honour their promises/do the right thing when it comes to you? There exists a small group of people - very small, truth be told - with whom I trust my innermost secrets, who I trust to do the right thing. It's something I struggle with at this point... I'm not so big on trusting right now. Those few, though, I trust completely.
8. do you think people who are doing/saying stupid things need to be told, or is it none of your business? Live and let live. That's my motto. Now, if someone asks my opinion, I'll tell it. But in general, experience has directed me toward the whole everyone's on his own theory.
And now it's time to cut off Strawberry Shortcake and send Eliza to bed and Griff to his room to read.
This weekend, we painted the front room and dining room. I had hoped to do our bathroom, too, but by today, we were just all too tired. Maybe this week sometime. For those who loved our old house, you'll be pleased to see that we used some of the same colors, proof, I suppose, that we are who we are regardless of where we are. Once we save up to buy actual furniture to sit on, these rooms will be groovy.
(In our former hometown, on the way to the Target, there was this house with a fabulous Mary garden - very popular in the heavily-Catholic Louisiana - that changed all the time. I loved that garden. Mandy still sends me pictures of it sometimes.)
Anyway, on my way to and from work each day, I pass a gas station - convenience store. The owner lets people sell various junky stuff in the grassy area out front. And the junky stuff changes periodically, which intrigues me. Of late, someone's selling rugs. While that's not spectacularly interesting, they do have a sign that is fabulous.
Can you read the sign? "Buy rugs not drugs." As if someone on their way to buy drugs is going to see that sign and think, "Oh, my gosh, why didn't I think of that? If I just had a rug with Elvis on it, I wouldn't need that nickel bag."
It just seems like such an absurd suggestion to me that it cracks me up every time I pass it. I'll miss the drug sign when they move on and make way for the next bunch of junky stuff someone's trying to sell at the gas station. But it's nice to know that I've got favorite places to watch here in our new hometown.
Yesterday was my first day in my permanent section, and I now have a desk that's mine. I can put pictures and such in my cube area, and I can settle in and make the space mine (as much as is possible in the corporate environment). Everyone has these great, unique spaces.
I have three pictures of my kids taped to a shelf. There's also a bag of yogurt raisins and a cup of soup in my drawer. And that's it. I decided at lunch that I would go and buy myself some groovy office/desk supplies and begin to make the area more friendly. But I didn't.
I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It seems that I have a combination of problems. I have work commitment issues. If I put pretty Chel things in this space, then I'm committing to stay there. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that commitment yet, despite the fact that I've been there almost six months and have already received one raise.
There's also this leftover belief that I need to be portable. If something were to happen, and I needed to leave quickly, I could put my three pictures in my bag and go. Or I could even just call it a wash and print more from Snapfish later. Or if they decide I'm a lousy employee, it won't take my supervisor long to pack up my three photos. She won't need a box. An envelope will do.
But I suppose I am relatively commited to the job. And they don't seem inclined to fire me just yet. So maybe I'll slowly add cubicle decorations. If I'm going to paint my house and make it my home, I guess I should begin to work to feel at home at work, too.
See, funny. But not.
God's working in my life. He removed us from a situation that was becoming increasingly detrimental to us, and then He placed us somewhere wonderful. My faith in Him never waivered, but I lost much of my faith in other people. Now, I see that it's time that I begin to let down my guard a bit and conceive of a life here outside of the walls of our house. I need to let God show me how to trust again... in my work environment.
I think I'll go find a picture frame to take with me tomorrow.
I can only imagine what my artist friends feel when they look at a blank canvas or piece of wood (my brother does phenominal burnings) ready to be turned into something new and different.
And there is such a feeling of accomplishment to peel off that blue tape and see that crisp new line of color (all of the credit for the straight lines goes to Mike, my blue tape guy). I wonder how much more pleased God must have been when He paused to survey His wondrous works.
Today, I finally started the job they hired me to do back in August. It was a really long, hard day, but I made it through. Now, I left the building behind, and I'm sure that by tomorrow, I'll be further behind. But I did it. And I am blessed to have other Christians in my section, which makes this latest transition a bit easier than the previous ones.
We're settling in really well these days... moving past just feeling at home and moving toward finding a church home and a sense of community. But still, it felt really good this weekend to accomplish the painting, to begin and end a project... not to mention having Eliza walk into her pink room and whisper, 'ooh, pretty.'
And while I'm way too tired to continue with anything tonight, I'm hoping to get Mike started taping another room tomorrow so I can continue the painting process. I think that once I manage to get this entire house painted in my colors and in my way, and once we get our new lime tree planted outside, we'll be at home.
That feeling of home, of being wrapped in God's love and in my family's love and in the love of those close to us, that is what I pray for this family.
But for now, I've got a few photos of Eliza's room before I go to sleep.
tagged this week by Val at Purple Valley, which was a delightful surprise. As per the meme, I'm supposed to reveal five things my readers don't know about me. So here goes...
1. I hate raisins but I love Raisinettes. (Griff would say that's a Fannie Dooley from all of those years of watching Zoom.)
2. If given a gift certificate to the mall with the requirement that I spend the money on clothes, I would always prefer to buy pajamas. And without the clothing requirement, I would buy cosmetics and bath products. I'm a product junkie.
3. I am far harder on myself than anyone else ever is, and I tend to give myself less credit than I often deserve.
4. I sometimes make frozen margaritas in Griff's slushy maker (I lost my really great blender in the move) in the garage after the kids go to bed (it's a loud slushy maker).
5. I listen to NPR on Mondays (on the Mondays that I'm in the van... Mike's truck radio doesn't work at all) and I love the "This I Believe" series, and I'm always trying to decide what my essay would be if I ever had the never to submit one of my own.
** Mike says that I'm secretly crafty. And Griff says my secret is that I'm really nice on the inside and that I do nice things but that I pretend to be really tough and that I pretend to yell but that he and Mike are the only ones who can tell I don't really mean it. :)
And now I invite Mika, Tammy, and Craig to play along.