One of my New Year's resolutions is to become more organized. An example where this would come in handy is in keeping track of my New Year's resolutions. I've had them floating around in my head since Janurary 1st, and this is the first time I have actually documented any of them...and January is practically over. I should probably get around to writing up the rest of my list at some point...
Anyhoo, I started reading this book called Living Organized: Proven Steps for a Clutter-Free and Beautiful Home hoping that it would help me begin the journey of organization. My mom actually recommended this book to me as "a great start to my library" on my new Kindle...but let's be honest, she lived with me for 22 years and knows that I need all the help I can get. And so far the first chapter of this book has astounded me. The author divides the world into two categories, the Messies and the Cleanies and goes on to describe personality traits of both and which side of the brain is dominant for each group. And I swear, as I was reading about how most Messies have a hard time making decisions it was like I was reading an autobiography. The author gave the example of a purple sweater that was no longer worn that so closely mirrored an actual event in my life just weeks earlier it was almost scary. Here is my story...
Hmmm, I just bought a whole bunch of new clothes with my Christmas money and I'm out of hangers...I guess I should probably get rid of some of this stuff I never wear. Like this blue long sleeved shirt. I never wear it anymore so I should probably get rid of it. But it's such a unique color. I don't own anything else this color of blue...I can't part with it! Oh, but it's got a stain on the sleeve that I can't seem to get out. Well, maybe I can hem the sleeves and make them 3/4 length. Let me try it on and see how that would look...oh yeah, I forgot I shrunk this in the wash a little, it barely covers my stomach...but if I wear a light pink cami under it, it would look SOOO cute. Maybe I'll ask David what he thinks about it.
"Hey Honey, what do you think about this blue shirt?"
"I haven't ever seen you wear that one."
"Does that mean you like it?"
"I'm indifferent"
Well that was no help.
And then I left it in the closet and left my new clothes in a pile on the floor.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Teal nails = therapy
After yesterday's rant and tea failure, I did the one thing that always makes me feel better...
I painted my nails. I have an unnatural obsession with nail polish...I mean seriously, why does one girl need 50 different colors of nail polish? Because I have to own EVERY SINGLE COLOR EVER CREATED and I won't rest until I've collected them all. So today my nails are a lovely shade of teal with golden glass flecks throughout, and every time I look down at my nails I can't help but smile.
Expect this blog to be littered with pictures of my stubby nails with obnoxiously bright colors painted on them.
*Sigh* this has just been one of those weeks where I am so fed up with people that I'm going to want to get into my sweats after work on Friday, park myself on the couch, and not leave the apartment for fear of having to talk to another person. Even talking to my husband will be questionable. (Actually if anyone can coax me out of becoming a hermit for the weekend, it's him...he can pretty much talk me into anything when he looks at me with those green eyes that still make me melt after 5 years of loving him.)
That being said, I am on my lunch break and therefore only halfway through my day of chatting with grumpy strangers.
Only 1 1/2 more days until the weekend!
I painted my nails. I have an unnatural obsession with nail polish...I mean seriously, why does one girl need 50 different colors of nail polish? Because I have to own EVERY SINGLE COLOR EVER CREATED and I won't rest until I've collected them all. So today my nails are a lovely shade of teal with golden glass flecks throughout, and every time I look down at my nails I can't help but smile.
China Glaze Custom Kicks
Expect this blog to be littered with pictures of my stubby nails with obnoxiously bright colors painted on them.
*Sigh* this has just been one of those weeks where I am so fed up with people that I'm going to want to get into my sweats after work on Friday, park myself on the couch, and not leave the apartment for fear of having to talk to another person. Even talking to my husband will be questionable. (Actually if anyone can coax me out of becoming a hermit for the weekend, it's him...he can pretty much talk me into anything when he looks at me with those green eyes that still make me melt after 5 years of loving him.)
That being said, I am on my lunch break and therefore only halfway through my day of chatting with grumpy strangers.
Only 1 1/2 more days until the weekend!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Earl Grey tea? Yuck!
I want to see a coworker completely fall on her face and fail. And I feel horrible for it, but also that she kinda has it coming.
Sorry, this is not how I expected my first blog post to go. Under normal circumstances I probably would have typed out a completely dull introduction to myself, painting a picture of a painfully shy girl stumbling her way through life and trying to please the Lord, but today has just been one of those days. One of those days where I just want to skip all the pleasantries of a first encounter and dig right into the meat of who I really and truly am and who I wish I wasn't.
Why am I in such a pouty mood? Because you see she is taking a test in a few weeks that will give her certification (and therefore better pay) for a job that I DO FOR HER, and that has never been more clear to me than today! We were both hired to do the same job, but somehow throughout the course of time I have ended up doing the work while she sits at her desk, eats bon-bons and gets on facebook...I DON'T EVEN HAVE A FREAKIN' DESK! Is that fair? I think not!
End of rant. I'm really not a bitter person who joined a blogging community to complain about my life...really I'm not.
In other news, I made an attempt to calm myself down and return to a state of tranquility by steeping myself a cup of Earl Grey tea. It smelled pretty good, but as soon as the hot, brown liquid hit my tongue I had a realization...Earl Grey tea is gross.
FAIL.
Sorry, this is not how I expected my first blog post to go. Under normal circumstances I probably would have typed out a completely dull introduction to myself, painting a picture of a painfully shy girl stumbling her way through life and trying to please the Lord, but today has just been one of those days. One of those days where I just want to skip all the pleasantries of a first encounter and dig right into the meat of who I really and truly am and who I wish I wasn't.
Why am I in such a pouty mood? Because you see she is taking a test in a few weeks that will give her certification (and therefore better pay) for a job that I DO FOR HER, and that has never been more clear to me than today! We were both hired to do the same job, but somehow throughout the course of time I have ended up doing the work while she sits at her desk, eats bon-bons and gets on facebook...I DON'T EVEN HAVE A FREAKIN' DESK! Is that fair? I think not!
End of rant. I'm really not a bitter person who joined a blogging community to complain about my life...really I'm not.
In other news, I made an attempt to calm myself down and return to a state of tranquility by steeping myself a cup of Earl Grey tea. It smelled pretty good, but as soon as the hot, brown liquid hit my tongue I had a realization...Earl Grey tea is gross.
FAIL.
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