Things I Hate

I think I’m having a bad day. I didn’t have much to do at work this morning, I think I look frumpy today, I’m tired, PLUS I’ve just felt weird and (and I know this isn’t a word, but I invented it a while ago because to me, it perfectly describes this feeling I get from time to time) ponderful. As in, ponder-ful. Full of pondering.

This probably won’t come as much of a surprise, but I’m an over-thinker.

My immediate reaction to a problem is to consider every angle, every potential solution and it’s corresponding consequences, and to basically THINK something into the ground. It’s not that I never take action. I do. You can just bet that a whooooole lotta pondering went into whatever action I took.

I’m aware that this a very female trait. In fact, it is probably one of the most female things about me. (Besides the dresses. And, you know, the girlie bits under the dresses.)

But the point is, sometimes I think too much, and worry too much. And THAT’S why I THINK I’m having a bad day.

Here are wedding-related things that make me uncomfortable (sorry if you’ve done any of them):

1. Grooms in white suits.
2. Brides who wear tiaras.
3. Brides who show too much cleavage.
4. Venues that are too big.
5. Taking only posed photographs.
6. Pepto Bismal-pink color palettes.

I’m sure there are more, but those have been nagging at me lately.

Sometimes I lose faith in humanity. Someone I think I know as, if not a good, at least a decent person proves themselves to be somehow less than human. It’s frustrating, but I guess, not entirely unexpected, right?

So what’s a girl to do to cheer herself up? How about EVERYTHING she loves packed into one evening?!? (Combined with a killer soundtrack courtesy of her iTunes Genius function!)

In this case, that means running, pilates-ing, cooking, photo uploading/editing, and, of course, writing. Here’s the visual evidence, beginning with last night:

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Peter Bjorn & John concert. You should have seen this before I color-corrected it. I looked so tan!

The meal for the evening was actually quite delicious:

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Step 1: Boil whole wheat pasta, sautee broccoli and yellow pepper with cooking spray.

Step 2: Add a bit of olive oil to the cooking vegetables. Set aside.

Step 2: Add more olive oil to cooking veggies; set aside.

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Step 3: Drain pasta. Pause to enjoy the facial effect of the steam.

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Step 4: Add more olive oil and thinly sliced colby cheese. (Also known as the best parts.)

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Step 5: Mix in a dash of garlic powder and crushed red pepper. Enjoy.

I also recently bought my boyfriend (pronounced: boy-fraaaaan in my head) a present, and it arrived in the mail today! Photo below!

Oh come on, I know you read this! 😉

So anyway, color me cheered up.

What I’m trying to say is, I’m a girl of simple pleasures. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

So, you know how I can’t really nap on purpose? Well, GUESS. WHAT. I’ve figured out the secret.

It turns out all I really need to be able to fall asleep is to be covered up. A pillow? Nice, but not enough. A comfy couch? Nuh uh. A scrap of blanket? Lights out.

It’s a theory I’ve been testing for the past couple of months. But today, I decided to go ahead and call it. Especially after tried to nap uncovered for about 15 minutes, then added a blanket and conked out for a good hour.

The downside of discovering the secret to the nap? Naps are not conducive to good bedtimes. So my attempt to go to sleep at 10:30 (so responsible!) was an epic fail. Thus this post.

Guess my loss is your gain, right guys? …guys?

Well, I guess it was only a matter of time. Everyone around me has been sniffling or coughing for a while now, and now it seems I’ve come down with a cold of my own.

Fortunately, I have a ritual for dealing with these things:

1. Hit up a drug store.
2. Buy the following: TheraFlu hot drink mix, Zycam rapid melts, Emergen-C, and a box of tissues (the variety with lotion on them).
3. Use as directed.

The results have been remarkable. Since employing this ritual, I haven’t had a cold last more than a couple of days in quite a while. So here’s hoping the tradition holds true.

It’s become increasingly obvious that a lot of people at my Kingdom Hall don’t know what my name is. The weird part? I’m not even mad. It’s kind of entertaining to see what monikers they come up with…

For example, in a single day I was called Sara (repeatedly), Christine (once), and Jessica (or was it Jennifer? Something with a J that was not Justine).

I mean, I know I look like someone you know, but this is getting a little ridiculous.