Today's status:
Weight: ??? and probably a good thing...ate like a glutenous cow this weekend.
Productive Activity: again...??? Hurrah for a Sunday!
Money spent: $15 - groceries for the week
Moments of being TRULY un-selfish: 1
Today is Sunday. Sunday = football according to J. I, being the PERFECT wife that I am, have allowed J to have full control of the TV on Sundays. (Which is starting to move into Mondays....) I honestly don't mind. I take Sundays to get things done I normally wouldn't do if I had a decent television distraction. I like the roar of the crowd in the background as I clean and such...feels like I've got a crowd of people rooting for me.
Well, normally if we are out of town for the weekend, we try to leave at a decent hour so we can get home, unpack, unwind, and get to bed at a reasonable hour. But today, my sweet and wonderful husband was super bummed about missing the Vikings/Packers game due to the drive home.......so I told him we should just stay until the game is over so he won't miss it.
I am SO NICE!
Honestly though...I wish I was un-selfish with him more often. He never EVER asks me for things...he didn't even actually ask to stay for the game tonight...just said he was bummed he was going to miss it. He is ALWAYS doing things for me...doing favors for me and bending over backwards to make me happy. I wish I was more like him...I wish I could do more things for him...I love him SO MUCH.
...something for me to work on, I suppose! Won't mind that...always looking for more ways to make my man happy!!
*smile*
Today is Sunday which also = exactly one week before I turn 27...and in a weird way I am just ecstatic to be 27. I know I know I KNOW...I'm NOT OLD yet. Every woman who is older than me will roll her eyes and say "Girl, PLEASE!" when I say "Oh my GOD I'm gonna be 27!!"...but move to my friends who are younger than me, and I get wide open eyes that do not roll. Maybe add in a "Wow....yeah....27...."
It's all about perspective, I say. Age is just a number. ATTITUDE - now that is something to talk about.
I was with the in-laws in the country all weekend - was fabulous! I really think I'm a country girl at heart. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE Chicago and especially our new neighborhood - but MAN do I miss the country sometimes. I miss the trees and the grass and the fresh air...we went to an apple orchard yesterday. When we got there I immediately felt like a little kid again - I was playing on the fake tractors, petting the goats and laughing at the donkey (a donkey!)...I even managed to jam my giant body into one of the "trains" in the playground...
...thank God I got out. Seriously.
...but I ENJOY the small things in life. Honest and for true I do - so while some may think I'm obnoxious, I think I'm just trying to keep and enjoy my youth. Remember how much FUN you had as a kid? The utter pleasure you would get out of Christmas morning...the first snow fall...a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in it...a hayride...why is it so hard as an adult to enjoy the things we used to? THAT is what life is made up of...the little things! The times with your friends and family! Yeah we all have bills and school and work and drama drama drama...but I have NO problem with going to play on the swing set. I hope to be doing so well into my late late years.
I was trying to explain (unsuccessfully) at dinner tonight with J's family about the odd pleasure I get out of other people's issues. It's hard to explain it without me sounding like a total ass...but I'm going to try...
...take for instance my morning commute. I get up every day about 6:30am...eat my breakfast and get dressed and pack my lunch and things for my day and I'm out the door by 7:30am. Maybe it's because I'm a new-found morning person...but I find my mornings QUITE entertaining.
I can guarantee that ANYONE who has lived in the city has experienced what I'm about to describe...
You're walking. To your destination. In my case, it is the brown line. So I'm walking...and I hear footsteps behind me...my new friend!...and the footsteps stay behind me pretty steadily...but uncomfortably close. I keep the SAME PACE the whole time...while my new friend is literally walking .0000001 mph faster than me. But for SOME REASON my friend finds it necessary to keep this "faster" pace, and the rest of your walk is spent with this person trying to get "ahead" of you to the train stop.
WHY?!?!?!?!?!?
Why why WHY WHY did this even HAPPEN?? What satisfaction does my friend get by getting to the train stop just a teeeeeny tiiiiiiiiiny bit earlier than I? The last time this happened to me I gave my friend a BIG smile once we both reached the train platform - the race was over! I kept my pace and she kept hers... .0000001 mph faster than me...I had been beaten! My friend had THE. MOST. INTENSE look on her face - her race had clearly just begun...she'd find someone new to "beat" on her final way to work.
It cracks me up!!! Maybe I shouldn't laugh - obviously my friend took our race VERY seriously and will probably continue her day as such - but does it all have to be so SERIOUS? Ugh! Maybe I should feel bad for her...but I prefer laughter over sadness so I'll keep cracking up over these instances.
Like I said...it's all about perspective. Maybe next time I'll start running...will TOTALLY mess with her.
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