I is for Internalizing

I am not generally one who isn’t afraid to share how she feels (as I’m sure my friends will attest!) But I do spend a fair amount of time internalizing things and brooding. I know this is completely unproductive and really no help at all, but I supposed it is part of my personality. Right now, I have several issues on my mind – most of which arose between 4:55 and 6:55 PM, if you can believe that.

H is for Housecleaning

I am simply not good at it. I’ve made a comfortable, inviting (at least I think so) place…yet my desire to clean and maintain is lackdaisical at best. I have spent most of this week trying to melt 4 inches (literally) of ice out of my freezer. In my efforts, I put a towel in it to soak up the water…and it froze in there. It’s been in there for three days. The ice is off almost every part except the bottom, which is trapping the poor, defenseless towel.

And then there is the ongoing ant problem. They are only in the kitchen, only on the floor by the cat dishes. They don’t crawl up into the dishes or anywhere else. It’s odd (or so I imagine, as I know nothing about ants. I put traps out but apparently they don’t care. I don’t want to use spray because of the cats. So tonight I shook pepper on them – a trick I got off the internet. It seemed to work on the ants in that spot but there were still more. So I sprayed them with Nature’s Miracle. It looks like I got them all but who knows? I have no clue what to do.

And let’s not even talk about the rest of the issues. Monday is reserved for cleaning.


G is also for Gene

As in Gene Simmons Family Jewels.

First of all, I love KISS.

My first 45 record was “Beth” by KISS.

ANYWAY, y’all know that I heart reality tv, especially reality shows about rock or tv stars of my youth. And this show is a hoot. He and his whole family are hysterically funny – his kids especially.

I wanna be a rockstar.

G is for Gargantuan

…which describes the 4 inches of ice all around the inside of my freezer.

I am by no means good at homemaking.

I can’t remember when last I defrosted the beast, but I think that time it was only about two inches of ice.


F is for Fuzz E. Butt

This cute little guy is coming home to live with my mom on Saturday. He's an old English sheepdog so we were trying to come up with English-sounding names. She likes Maxwell but then called the other night to say she likes Fuzz E. Butt better. Maybe we can name him Sir Fuzz E. Butt, to keep with the original plan!

E is for Endearments

I was having trouble with E.  I just kept thinking, “E is for exhaustion.”  Hmmm…can’t imagine why!
But then something amusing happened.  One of our clients called my coworker “sweetie pie”.  Why in the world?  And by what stretch of the imagination is that appropriate? 
But it made me laugh out loud and I needed that!

D is for Decision-Making

I hate making decisions.  I feel like I am always on my own, trying to figure out the best thing to do.  I envy couples who can at least discuss and share in the process with one another and have someone to fall back to to celebrate with or to be comforted by if it doesn’t work out.
I am at yet another crossroads in my life.  Some things are shaking out in a way that could prove detrimental to my already precarious finances in the next 12 to 18 months.  Yet I am tired of being at the crossroads again, tired of having to think things through, create yet another new life plan.

C is for Cacophony

1. harsh discordance of sound; dissonance: a cacophony of hoots, cackles, and wails.
2. a discordant and meaningless mixture of sounds: the cacophony produced by city traffic at midday.
3. Music. frequent use of discords of a harshness and relationship difficult to understand.

A cacophony of voices was going on in my head while I sat in the theater on Braodway watching Rent on Saturday afternoon. Voices telling me that this subject matter was inappropriate, that I shouldn’t be sitting here watching it, that it was wrong that I was with one of my youth (and her mom) watching it. But the overriding voice in my head kept saying one thing, “This is life.” This is real, this is true, this is life. There are people for whom all of the things I was watching (and let me say, this is by no means the first time I’ve seen it – just the first time on Broadway) that this is what they are living. But there are people in my life who would tell me that it’s wrong to expose myself to this reality…yet I’m left to wonder, what would Jesus do?

I’m pretty sure I know.