So my sister is the best blogger ever. Seriously.
I, on the other hand.....not so much with the words & writing & all that jazz.
I've discovered one thing about myself this week that I (apparently) did not know. I am a rather impatient individual. Now before you begin your "Join the club!" banter, I'd like to go out on a rather long and tall limb, jump off of it, and say that I'm the most impatient person I've ever met.
Maybe the most impatient person on the face of this whole EARTH. Yeah, I said it. Earth.
Now, I'm not really referring to the whole "spiritual" impatience thing. I'm terrible with that. But this week I saw just how much stuff I start and then stop, or hurry through because it's just taking too long.
For instance, inspired by my dear cousin's creativity, I tried to create some wall art for our dining room. I made a trip to Hobby Lobby (a store that I really can't stand) and bought some canvas' and paint. I thought to myself, "Okay, we're going to do this right. Plan out what you're going to paint. Draw it on paper. Then take your time and go slowly. Allow no room for error." I should have stopped there. But I didn't. I had it in my head and set to work. Not realizing that the colors I chose were, for lack of a better term, disgusting AND that what I was painting (my long, thought out design ) resembled something that I'm not sure I can/should speak of on here. It looked like a tadpole.
...if you catch my drift.
I stopped. Laughed about it with Allen and realized (for the millionth time) I really have no talent when it comes art. None. And I'm not searching for compliments here, people.
Today, I thought it would be nice to have dinner for Allen when he got home from a ten hour work day. I found a recipe for BLT Mac N' Cheese in my 29 Minute Meals by Pampered Chef cookbook. Easy. I'm a pro at Mac n' Cheese already and this is only going to take 29 minutes.
Wrong-O.
As soon as a half hour had past, I had my usual thoughts of just throwing it away. These continued for the rest of the time I spent trying to perfect this "easy" recipe. The meal did not turn out bad. Allen enjoyed it and I'm glad. But I'm not glad, with how long it took me. It frustrates me that I spent most of the time grumbling about how I should of had it done 30 minutes ago. Blah, blah, blah.
It's pretty easy to see what's at the bottom of all this. Selfishness. I'm not blind to it. In fact, I know it all too well. So tonight I go to bed a rather impatient, selfish & sinful individual. And tomorrow I wake up still sinful, but ready to tackle my impatience & selfishness.
G'night.
a moment
I just had one of those moments where a song you've listened to before suddenly sounds new and exciting. I liken it to staring at a painting for days on end. It has no vibrant color...just gray, black and white. And then, some days, weeks, months later you pass it and it's full of the most beautiful hues of blue, red, green & yellow.
So yeah...
Re: Stacks by Bon Iver
This my excavation and today is kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed
I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell
On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load
I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground
There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?
On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load
This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me
So, I've been telling myself to write for the past week but I just don't have anything interesting to share. So in true "Bethany" fashion, I will compile a list of this past week's musings. Enjoy.
- I'm not pregnant, but today I crawled on my hands and knees and cleaned all of the baseboards in our kitchen, dining and living room...which leads me to wonder what it will be like when I am pregnant and "nesting." I don't even want to think about that.
- We need a treadmill. If you have one and are willing to sell it, let me know. I cannot even begin to tell you how badly I would LOVE to work out. Isn't that sick? The cold weather combined with our neighborhood makes venturing outside seem out of the question. A gym would be nice if it were within 5 or 10 minutes of where we live. We checked out the new Prairie Life Fitness that opened nearby...but $90 a month? I'm sorry...that's ridiculous. They don't even have a pool.
- I usually tend to say that Fall is my favorite season. Well more the Fall into Winter is my favorite season. But I've come to realize that I love and enjoy each season equally. I will admit though, this winter has left me feeling rather melancholy and ready for Spring. I just can't wait to open up our windows and see the green on the trees.
- I just love Brian Williams.
- I am finally getting around to reading the Lord of the Rings. I can't believe I have not yet read it. I'm trying to soak it all in and enjoy every word as I become sad when good things come to an end.
- Feeling creative earlier this week, I attempted to paint some artwork for our dining room. I did not succeed. Proving once again, that I have no artistic talent what-so-ever.
- I have baby fever except that I don't want a baby...I want a dog. Allen is probably getting rather perturbed with me, as I am constantly looking at pictures of puppies. We have plenty of pros and cons about having one right now, but it's mostly a "it's just not a good time for us" thing. So when will it be a good time? Hmmmph.
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