It's that time...New Year's resolutions time!
I love making goals! Whenever I get stuck in a rut in my life, I've made goals and it makes me feel so much better. The future is bright and exciting, I suddenly believe in myself more. It's a good feeling.
That's also why I feel a little annoyed and sad when people boast about how "I ain't gonna bother making goals...we all know it's not going to work!" or something similar.
For one, God put us on this earth to improve and progress. You might not believe that like I do, but don't we all have an innate desire to learn and increase or even to have better and improved circumstances/relationships/things? I sure hope so.
For two, if your goals don't work out, then they weren't good goals...either way too drastic a change, too far out of reach, or not specific enough. You can't just say, 'I'd like to read more' or 'I will run a 5k', especially when you've never done it in your life. You have to say when, where, how many times a week, how many minutes a day, how many pages/steps/calories/etc. You have to reward yourself for steps along the way. If you want to lose weight, give yourself a cookie every couple pounds you lose. Something!
Have a little faith in yourself people!
Well anyways, whatever you choose to do, I made a bunch of goals for the new year, and I thought I would share a few of them and report on how it goes.
Over the past year and a half, I've been thinking a lot about my talents. Every time I think about it, I come up with the conclusion that most of the talents I can list off the top of my head I've either dumped and put in my past, use them very rarely, or use and don't let it benefit anyone but myself. This has really been bothering me. So this year my main goal that sums up most of my goals is to develop and practice my talents for my own personal growth, to help discover untapped potential, and most importantly for the betterment of other people's lives.
1.) Read, listen to, or study the Spanish language for at least 10-15 minutes a day.
Somewhere deep in my brain, I know a decent amount of Spanish. But it's worthless because it's not enough, and not fresh enough, for me to ever use it. I have a few books in Spanish and can watch Spanish news and things online, which is what I plan to use. I have a friend from college who, before ever studying abroad, seemed already fluent to me and he claimed it was from listening to Shakira day in and day out hahaha! Since I don't see myself having an 'immersion into Spanish language/culture' experience anytime soon, this is the best I can do and I think with enough drive it'll do for now. Some day I know I will travel though. =)
2.) Join a community symphony orchestra or band.
My flute needs to come back into my life, I know that for sure! It's been really apparent to me as of late that it's something I need (and want) to do. I've already researched and found a few different groups, and been in contact with some of them. Only a matter of time! I can't wait to find all my music from back in the day and start practicing.
3.) Sing with church choirs as often as I can.
Even if that means once or twice a year in the stake choir, so be it. I plan on contacting someone about it soon. I love to sing sooo much, and singing in a choir is the greatest feeling. But since I've already decided to focus on my flute this year and I don't want to overload my life with too many hobbies, this one has moved to the backburner. That being said, if I sing one time with a choir, it will be more than I did all last year, and that's an improvement. I can also only handle so much of soprano attitudes, and since I am a soprano, running into it is inevitable. ;)
(Ask Chase, I rant about it some times...my ideal choir consists of sopranos singing very softly so that someone, ANYONE else can be heard. But since that is impossible because they always insist on blasting over top of one another, my other option is a choir with only 4-5 of them, and at least 20 of everyone else. Especially tenors. You can never have too many of those.)
4.) Lose 10-15 pounds by June.
Now bear with me. You're right, I'm not fat. And I don't need to lose weight. But I want to. I have not been eating very healthy (more that I tend to over-eat) or running at all, and I want that to change. This time last year, I was about 5 pounds above my goal weight, and I decided to lose it by June for the wedding. Through watching how much I ate and being too freakin busy, by May I succeeded. I had found and bought my dress before we were even officially engaged haha and it was a tad big on me. Due to the design of the bodice, I couldn't really get it taken in much. I liked how I looked in it and so from then on didn't worry about my weight. In the 5-6 months during wedding week and after, there was much reason to celebrate. And I like to eat when I celebrate, so I've gained 10+ pounds. So I would like to lose it and get back to the goal weight. By June because that's when we go to the beach. =) But mainly, I would like to not stuff my face until I can barely breathe because my heart is trying so hard to help digest it all (this seriously happens and I feel like a fat lard), and I would like to start running again. Which leads to...
5.) Create a running schedule, and run a 5k.
I'll be honest, this probably will not happen until the weather starts warming up. Because right now, all the energy I can muster goes to putting on 10 layers of clothes, curling up under 1,000 blankets, stealing body heat from my husband, and basically...just trying to stay warm! And while on the few occasions that I have gone to work out at the gym I feel toasty warm and wonderful afterward, I just can never do it on a regular basis. And I like to run outside, anyway. I'm thinking I might stick with the couch to 5k program, or make my own. We have 2 parks with a nice trail right by our house, so no excuses.
6.) Set aside about $40 every paycheck.
This will go into an emergency fund. Emergency may every once in a while be defined as "we're broke, bored and/or grumpy and REALLY just want to go see a movie tonite". If that amount ever becomes too much, that's ok. As long as I put something in, even $5, it's more than I would have if I wasn't saving.
7.) Write to my friend Ellen at least every other month.
Ellen is really cool. Her heroes are Kim Possible and the Wild Thornberrys, and she lives her life accordingly. In college when I met her, she had this loser boyfriend (she would never say this, but I have no problem doing so haha) who insisted that she was needy and dependent, didn't have friends to talk to or confide in (umm, hello? what am I, chopped liver?), and basically wasn't living life like he thought she should. He was wrong. So she spent a year in Chile, had a million cool experiences, spent like another year in Mexico studying bird migrations, and she's currently in Uganda with the Peace Corp. She's been there for a little over a year and has 2 more to go. With the busy year I've had, I was a terrible friend and wrote her/sent a care package ONE TIME. This is unacceptable. I once wrote a missionary 2-4 times a month no prob. Granted I wasn't working full time, going to grad school, planning a wedding and honeymoon and trying to find a place to live at the same time, but STILL. I need to write to my friend. She's been wonderful and supportive and I truly am interested to hear about all the things she's doing in Uganda and the people she's met.
8.) Start writing a book and blog more.
People say I'm a good writer. And I have so many stories I would love to tell, but I never have because storytelling by way of speaking is not a strength of mine. Sometimes I try to tell them and it never comes out right or people lose interest. But when I write? I can better express how I feel and make sure it sounds just how I want it to. So I thought I would start writing them. Right now I'm thinking the stories will probably be my future children as the audience, and I'll tell stories about dating and growing up in the church on the east coast. We'll see what happens. And as I write stories, I might share bits and pieces on here. I would also like to blog more just about every day things, but I need to find a happy medium. I recently heard a wise man suggest that people spend more time seeing each other in person, and less time blogging. He also cautioned people to take care of what you say when you blog, because it's easier to say hurtful things and end up offending someone, and you never know who is reading and the damage you could be causing. I thought that was really good advice.
9.) Cook something new at least once a month.
Out there on the world wide web and the world in general, there are a million delicious-looking recipes. I have a crockpot that I have yet to use and things I would love to taste and try. So I'm going to pick a bunch out and make it happen. If it turns out well, I may share those experiences on here. Btw, this is Chase's favorite of my goals. =)
So there you have it! Well, a few of them anyway...I have 16 total, phew!
Chase made some good goals too, including growing a mullet and mastering kung fu (HA!). Ok, so he made some real ones and then tacked those onto the end. Life is never boring when you have a Chase around.
Happy New Year everyone! May you grow and get better and receive all the good things you deserve this year, even if you don't want to. ;)
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Thanksgiving
Hello friends family and everyone else!!
For starters, I love you all. Thanks for being kind, generous, sweet, hilarious, and fun! Life sure is good. =) I've had the most wonderful fall so far! I have always loved fall before it became a trendy white girl thing. ;) I think it dates back to high school and band, football games, school activities, and seeing my friends. But no matter. Around these here parts it has been one of the prettiest autumns that I can remember in a long time. The past few years it's just been gray, dark, dreary, and VERY wet. Frankenstorm/Hurricane Sandy last year and the 3 feet of rain in September 2011 that ruined everyone's lives with flooding. I exaggerate...but seriously. Last year I was so busy that everything just passed me by.
So this year I made sure to do it all! And to appreciate every single brightly-colored leaf and breath of fresh crisp air. And great fun has been had. Except for the fact that I bought about 2 tons of candy and on trick-or-treat nite we only had one had-to-have-been-about-17-year-old boy wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, a cape, and a lined notebook paper phantom of the opera mask, and an hour later a family of little Hispanic ninos. Fortunately I work in a school, so that's where 90% of the candy went! The rest Chase and I got to enjoy.
I thought this year I would do a Thanksgiving post using as many pictures as I could, Buzzfeed style. So without further ado, 30 things I love and am thankful for in the month of November...
1.) I am grateful for this man:
For how he makes me laugh every day, and helps me grow, and makes me better.
2.) And for this day:
3.) And for this place, and being married there:
4.) I'm grateful for these people:
5.) And these people, (and many more) too!
6.) For this sweet old little cuddlebug:
7.) And here's to the perfect and beautiful autumn we had:
8.) I'm grateful for my cooking abilities and the calming effect it has on me...and how good it all tastes! ;) In the past month or so, I've made chili and cornbread, stuffed peppers, and banana bread for the first time.
9.) For new adorable nephews (Hi baby Logan!):
10.) My job and my sweet, sweet client who, along with the other kids, give me warm fuzzies and melt my heart every day.
11.) I'm grateful for my crazy curly mane:
12.) For these four men, and the funniest show on tv right now:
13.) For this day in my life, and my education so far:
(P.S. Miss you all, hope you're doing GREAT!)
14.) For the complexity, simplicity, and incredible miracle of this thing that I stand in awe of, and for having a healthy one:
15.) I'm grateful for $.50-$1 books from this place, which I like to go to on a weekly basis to find new good reads:
16.) And let's face it, I'm completely not ashamed to say that I love and am grateful for thrifting too:
($3 brand new! Yay sparkly princess flats!)
17.) The person who created this winning combination of delicious that I could never get sick of:
18.) The internet, and it's endless ways to make me laugh everyday:
19.) My favorite dessert:
20.) For this beverage, and the animal that provides it:
21.) For this company, for offering Chase a job and promising career:
22.) For getting to see this place this year, and for art and the beauty of the earth:
23.) For my home away from home:
24.) How happy doing this makes me, and the opportunities this talent has provided:
(Yes folks that's Mack Wilberg, musical genius!)
25.) Bonfires, smores, and the smell of wood smoke:
(And this awesome movie!)
26.) My Savior
27.) The Christmas season:
28.) Bad experiences, for making me stronger, smarter, more patient, able to appreciate happiness, and most importantly, be more compassionate to others:
29.) For this man, for his love, compassion, and devotion to the gospel:
30.) And for this talk he gave, one of my all-time faves:
Which gently reminds me to always be grateful for what I have. =)
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!! =)
Monday, August 19, 2013
Boxes
I have this weird saying that I use frequently. I'm not sure where it came from or if I accidentally confused it with something else, but whenever I bring it up, my family and friends say something like "umm, what? Could you explain that?"
It goes something like this, "I hate when someone puts me in a box".
I know what you're thinking...ok Sheridan, you're little, but people just pick you up and put you in a box? I don't think so.
Well, not exactly. If you asked, "what kind of box?" you're on the right track.
No, not that I can recall has anyone ever literally thrown me in a box. When I was little I was like a cat and enjoyed making forts and houses with them, but that's different. =)
When I say it, what I mean is people make quick judgments about someone, often from false information or misunderstanding, and that someone becomes a very specific thing, with very specific boundaries, and in the eyes of the judger they cannot be anything else and they will never go outside of that boundary. Like it's scientifically impossible or something. That's what they are and they can't do anything outside of that box (*ahem stereotype*) or the judger's mind might explode. For example, you deem someone selfish. They are put in their selfish box, forever to be that way and act accordingly. Perhaps the person is in reality depressed and currently having troubles, so they tend to focus inwardly right now. But no no no, they are just a jerk, and you don't like them. Perhaps they were selfish but they learn to outgrow it and become better. But no no no, a few years ago they did something you thought was selfish and they must be faking their generosity now, because darn it he/she is a selfish jerk!
Now if you can imagine, I've been put in a box A LOT. And I don't like it.
I had a friend in high school, we weren't super-tight, but we would write cutesy notes to each other in study hall and talk about how much we loved band. She and her sister and 1 other friend were the only 3 people on earth that I allowed to call me a specific nickname that coming from anyone else, I LOATHED. But from them, I liked it. Who knows why. So then one year there was drama between my friend and this boy she was dating, and they broke up. People thought she was a jerk about the whole situation, but looking back, I don't really know what happened, and she was a lucky freaking duck because she got away from that boy scot-free, if you ask me. So I had always liked this boy. A few months later, I was dating that boy. Also around this time, the presidential election was going on and I liked a different candidate than her. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but I *think* I got put in a man-stealing, politically hated-upon box. Never to be liked again. Years later, I think that kid we both dated is a giant douchebag and my political views are not the same. But it doesn't matter. I am in my box.
A few years ago, I knew this girl from church, and I wanted to be her friend. She was cool and sassy and hilarious, and nowadays we'd probably get along great. Maybe we would've then too. I'll never know. Except for about a one week period, no matter how I tried, she would never even give me the time of day. I guess I was awkward back then, I don't know. But to this day, I never knew what I did wrong and still have no idea what box of incompatibility I was put in, but I'm in one.
I dated a guy once that for months, we had the time of our lives and he thought I was the greatest girl ever. Seemingly over night, I became appallingly boring, lovesick, and a HUGE annoyance. After coming out of the shock of being told that, I cried over it for a couple days, fasted and prayed about the direction of my life, and was completely and totally at peace with the situation. I knew it was what it was, I felt hopeful for my future, he was still my friend and I forgave him, moved on, and I never cried over it again. But that didn't matter. No matter how many awesome fun things I did, no matter what I said about how I truly felt about the situation, to him I was boring, lovesick, and annoying. Sadly for a really, really long time. Maybe still. I hope not. That was my box.
Chase has been put in boxes too, despite his ability to blaze a trail and ignore the crowd. Vicious gossip-filled and disgustingly false boxes. It ruined multiple friendships and relationships. I feel sad for him when I think about it. Is it hurting him now? No. But it did at one time and it's not doing any good for the people who put him there.
Moral of the stories, STOP PUTTING PEOPLE IN NEGATIVE CRAMPED BOXES! It's like a prison for the one you put in there, until they learn to walk away and not care about it anymore. And you're even worse off than they. I know it's really hard for us as humans to not do it. I've done it. Probably more than I realize. But let's at least keep an open mind enough to be pleasantly surprised that once in awhile, someone might just break out of that box and be different than we expected. Give the benefit of the doubt as often as you can. Believe that maybe, just maybe, you're wrong about someone.
Despite how much I hate being put in a box, looking back at all those stories makes me realize that without those experiences, I wouldn't be where I am today. Maybe Chase would be with that girl, and I would still be with that guy. Then we wouldn't have each other. Then maybe that guy and girl wouldn't be doing the cool things with their lives that they are now, or being with the people that are better for them. Maybe Chase would still have those friends and by now they would have dragged him down with them. I could go on forever. Without some of those boxes, I wouldn't be as good at my job or have the desire to pursue school psychology. Without some of those boxes, Chase and I wouldn't be able to really and truly feel each other's pain like we do over our similar experiences. I guess what I'm trying to say is, why do I think bad things happen to good people? Because it gives us new eyes to appreciate the good, teaches us, provides direction, and gives us opportunities to grow closer together.
In conclusion, I know people make mistakes, and this life is all about learning to deal with heartache, sorrow, awkwardness and other people. Boxes are inevitable. But all I'm saying is, be a little kinder. Forgive. Find a little more good. BE the good. Open some boxes and give people the opportunity to come out...then you'll be free too! And the world would be a better place. =)
It goes something like this, "I hate when someone puts me in a box".
I know what you're thinking...ok Sheridan, you're little, but people just pick you up and put you in a box? I don't think so.
Well, not exactly. If you asked, "what kind of box?" you're on the right track.
No, not that I can recall has anyone ever literally thrown me in a box. When I was little I was like a cat and enjoyed making forts and houses with them, but that's different. =)
When I say it, what I mean is people make quick judgments about someone, often from false information or misunderstanding, and that someone becomes a very specific thing, with very specific boundaries, and in the eyes of the judger they cannot be anything else and they will never go outside of that boundary. Like it's scientifically impossible or something. That's what they are and they can't do anything outside of that box (*ahem stereotype*) or the judger's mind might explode. For example, you deem someone selfish. They are put in their selfish box, forever to be that way and act accordingly. Perhaps the person is in reality depressed and currently having troubles, so they tend to focus inwardly right now. But no no no, they are just a jerk, and you don't like them. Perhaps they were selfish but they learn to outgrow it and become better. But no no no, a few years ago they did something you thought was selfish and they must be faking their generosity now, because darn it he/she is a selfish jerk!
Now if you can imagine, I've been put in a box A LOT. And I don't like it.
I had a friend in high school, we weren't super-tight, but we would write cutesy notes to each other in study hall and talk about how much we loved band. She and her sister and 1 other friend were the only 3 people on earth that I allowed to call me a specific nickname that coming from anyone else, I LOATHED. But from them, I liked it. Who knows why. So then one year there was drama between my friend and this boy she was dating, and they broke up. People thought she was a jerk about the whole situation, but looking back, I don't really know what happened, and she was a lucky freaking duck because she got away from that boy scot-free, if you ask me. So I had always liked this boy. A few months later, I was dating that boy. Also around this time, the presidential election was going on and I liked a different candidate than her. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but I *think* I got put in a man-stealing, politically hated-upon box. Never to be liked again. Years later, I think that kid we both dated is a giant douchebag and my political views are not the same. But it doesn't matter. I am in my box.
A few years ago, I knew this girl from church, and I wanted to be her friend. She was cool and sassy and hilarious, and nowadays we'd probably get along great. Maybe we would've then too. I'll never know. Except for about a one week period, no matter how I tried, she would never even give me the time of day. I guess I was awkward back then, I don't know. But to this day, I never knew what I did wrong and still have no idea what box of incompatibility I was put in, but I'm in one.
I dated a guy once that for months, we had the time of our lives and he thought I was the greatest girl ever. Seemingly over night, I became appallingly boring, lovesick, and a HUGE annoyance. After coming out of the shock of being told that, I cried over it for a couple days, fasted and prayed about the direction of my life, and was completely and totally at peace with the situation. I knew it was what it was, I felt hopeful for my future, he was still my friend and I forgave him, moved on, and I never cried over it again. But that didn't matter. No matter how many awesome fun things I did, no matter what I said about how I truly felt about the situation, to him I was boring, lovesick, and annoying. Sadly for a really, really long time. Maybe still. I hope not. That was my box.
Chase has been put in boxes too, despite his ability to blaze a trail and ignore the crowd. Vicious gossip-filled and disgustingly false boxes. It ruined multiple friendships and relationships. I feel sad for him when I think about it. Is it hurting him now? No. But it did at one time and it's not doing any good for the people who put him there.
Moral of the stories, STOP PUTTING PEOPLE IN NEGATIVE CRAMPED BOXES! It's like a prison for the one you put in there, until they learn to walk away and not care about it anymore. And you're even worse off than they. I know it's really hard for us as humans to not do it. I've done it. Probably more than I realize. But let's at least keep an open mind enough to be pleasantly surprised that once in awhile, someone might just break out of that box and be different than we expected. Give the benefit of the doubt as often as you can. Believe that maybe, just maybe, you're wrong about someone.
Despite how much I hate being put in a box, looking back at all those stories makes me realize that without those experiences, I wouldn't be where I am today. Maybe Chase would be with that girl, and I would still be with that guy. Then we wouldn't have each other. Then maybe that guy and girl wouldn't be doing the cool things with their lives that they are now, or being with the people that are better for them. Maybe Chase would still have those friends and by now they would have dragged him down with them. I could go on forever. Without some of those boxes, I wouldn't be as good at my job or have the desire to pursue school psychology. Without some of those boxes, Chase and I wouldn't be able to really and truly feel each other's pain like we do over our similar experiences. I guess what I'm trying to say is, why do I think bad things happen to good people? Because it gives us new eyes to appreciate the good, teaches us, provides direction, and gives us opportunities to grow closer together.
In conclusion, I know people make mistakes, and this life is all about learning to deal with heartache, sorrow, awkwardness and other people. Boxes are inevitable. But all I'm saying is, be a little kinder. Forgive. Find a little more good. BE the good. Open some boxes and give people the opportunity to come out...then you'll be free too! And the world would be a better place. =)
Saturday, August 17, 2013
A new one
Hello friends!
The time has come to start my big-girl blog, now that I am a married woman! WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO! I found him! And he is sexy, hilarious, loving, and good...just like I always wanted. I guess all those times I volunteered to say the prayer in Sunday school paid off right? ;)
Here are some pictures, thanks to Chase's very talented sister Nicole!:
Gone are my days of blogging about awkward dating and searching for Mr. Right (can I get another WOOHOO?), and here's to blogging about Chase and Sheridan adventures. You should probably read...we have a good time.
Have you ever noticed how once you get married, single friends ditch you? Or vice versa? I've talked to people about it and some people say it's the singles that ditch and others say it's the married people that become obsessed with each other and ditch. Whatever the case may be, let's be friends no matter what, k?
Married Life Story #1:
It was sunny and beautiful every day of our honeymoon, except the day we left. So we had to drive home in the rain, which didn't bother me until we got to PA and it was 9PM and it just kept raining and raining SO HARD, I was hydroplaning every 5 seconds, gripping the steering wheel until my hands hurt, scaring Chase, and staring wide-eyed into the darkness because I couldn't see a darn thing.
Needless to say, when we got home our nerves were a little shot and we were ready for bed. I turned a light on, started to walk back to our room, and what looked like a small rodent ran across the floor in the shadows. I gasped loudly and started dancing around like I had to pee or something. For those of you who live in PA (or a similar climate) you probably know how the story goes. When it rains a ton (and it had been raining there all week) your house suddenly becomes full of spiders, and centipedes, who lurk about in the shadows and damp areas. It's gotten to the point that when I see what could be a mouse, I freak out because I know what it really is and that grosses me out. If it were actually a mouse it wouldn't scare me at all, I'd be like "omgosh look a cute mouse!" Anyway, I shined a light on it, and sure enough it was the second largest centipede I'd ever seen. (You don't want to hear about the biggest one...really.) It was definitely mouse-sized...about 2-3 inches long. And I freaked out and started on a crusade to kill it. Chase wanted to go to bed and thought this was literally the stupidest idea he'd ever heard. I said I couldn't sleep knowing that thing was in our house. There was a small debacle in deciding/finding a proper weapon to do the job, and at last Chase went to where it was half-hiding under the punching bag with one of his shoes ("this is so dumb, I can't believe you're making me do this"). I sat on the bed in nail-biting mode and asked "did you get it?" He came back in, and exasperated said "yeah, half of it, the other half just ran away" and made creepy crawly motions with his fingers as he said it. This both creeped me out and made me get the giggles at the same time, and we went to bed one of us overly tired and grumpy and the other overly tired and trying not to bust up cackling like a hyena while shivering over the inch or more of centipede that ran free.
Making a humid little apartment a home, half a centipede at a time.
So anyway, check back, I can't wait to start blogging again! I am also a graduated Master of School Psychology woman, which means I can come home from work and do whatever the heck I want! No crazy busy schedule.
Well, for now. But in the mean time:
In a nutshell, being married is great (except I really hate men's socks...a man can have the cleanest nicest feet ever, but ugh, those socks), being graduated is beyond fantastic, and being 25 is pretty fun.
Peace out little scouts!
The time has come to start my big-girl blog, now that I am a married woman! WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO! I found him! And he is sexy, hilarious, loving, and good...just like I always wanted. I guess all those times I volunteered to say the prayer in Sunday school paid off right? ;)
Here are some pictures, thanks to Chase's very talented sister Nicole!:
Right after exiting the temple.
Being silly. =)
Sydney and Haley's spectacular game at our reception. =)
The highlights. ;)
Have you ever noticed how once you get married, single friends ditch you? Or vice versa? I've talked to people about it and some people say it's the singles that ditch and others say it's the married people that become obsessed with each other and ditch. Whatever the case may be, let's be friends no matter what, k?
Married Life Story #1:
It was sunny and beautiful every day of our honeymoon, except the day we left. So we had to drive home in the rain, which didn't bother me until we got to PA and it was 9PM and it just kept raining and raining SO HARD, I was hydroplaning every 5 seconds, gripping the steering wheel until my hands hurt, scaring Chase, and staring wide-eyed into the darkness because I couldn't see a darn thing.
Needless to say, when we got home our nerves were a little shot and we were ready for bed. I turned a light on, started to walk back to our room, and what looked like a small rodent ran across the floor in the shadows. I gasped loudly and started dancing around like I had to pee or something. For those of you who live in PA (or a similar climate) you probably know how the story goes. When it rains a ton (and it had been raining there all week) your house suddenly becomes full of spiders, and centipedes, who lurk about in the shadows and damp areas. It's gotten to the point that when I see what could be a mouse, I freak out because I know what it really is and that grosses me out. If it were actually a mouse it wouldn't scare me at all, I'd be like "omgosh look a cute mouse!" Anyway, I shined a light on it, and sure enough it was the second largest centipede I'd ever seen. (You don't want to hear about the biggest one...really.) It was definitely mouse-sized...about 2-3 inches long. And I freaked out and started on a crusade to kill it. Chase wanted to go to bed and thought this was literally the stupidest idea he'd ever heard. I said I couldn't sleep knowing that thing was in our house. There was a small debacle in deciding/finding a proper weapon to do the job, and at last Chase went to where it was half-hiding under the punching bag with one of his shoes ("this is so dumb, I can't believe you're making me do this"). I sat on the bed in nail-biting mode and asked "did you get it?" He came back in, and exasperated said "yeah, half of it, the other half just ran away" and made creepy crawly motions with his fingers as he said it. This both creeped me out and made me get the giggles at the same time, and we went to bed one of us overly tired and grumpy and the other overly tired and trying not to bust up cackling like a hyena while shivering over the inch or more of centipede that ran free.
Making a humid little apartment a home, half a centipede at a time.
So anyway, check back, I can't wait to start blogging again! I am also a graduated Master of School Psychology woman, which means I can come home from work and do whatever the heck I want! No crazy busy schedule.
Well, for now. But in the mean time:
I did it! I made it through! And I'm gonna party on! Because the past year was the hardest I've worked in my life. =)
In a nutshell, being married is great (except I really hate men's socks...a man can have the cleanest nicest feet ever, but ugh, those socks), being graduated is beyond fantastic, and being 25 is pretty fun.
Peace out little scouts!
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