Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Delayed Gratification....Random Dozen


Lidna, over at 2nd Cup, continues the random dozen extravaganza. She's so smart. Won't you come play?
1. How good are you at delaying gratification?
Funny you should ask. Going through some Crown Ministries things right now. I think I am pretty good when it comes to the “big” stuff, but as far as peanut M & M’s…not so much…
2. Maybe a marshmallow wouldn't be too difficult a temptation for you. What food (or anything else) would be most tempting?
See #1. Also Lay’s Limon Potato Chips (aka Crack).
3. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being saintly) how patient are you?
Probably a 7.5. I am situationally patient. If it’s a thing that the person I have to be patient towards has no real control (or experience; read here: new at this) I’m pretty good. If it’s because of an unthinking error or for the umpteenth time, again…not so much…
4. Have you ever waited for something in life only to be disappointed upon realization of the goal/object/etc.?
The older I get, the less this happens, but when I was younger, it was definitely a struggle for me. I was once labeled as an “incomplete perfectionist.” Because I felt like the finished project would never measure up, I seldom completed anything. Sometimes it still happens…I’m teaching myself to crochet right now and …ick.
5. Are you a person who takes shortcuts?
Yes. Yes, I do.
6. Which line is hardest to wait in?
Lines don’t bother me too much. See # 3. I’d like to say I pray while waiting, but pretty much I zone out. I really dislike drive thru lines and will generally walk inside now, be it bank or fast food restaurant. Of course, I have no toddlers. When my kids were little, drive thrus were my bestest friends.

7. Did you wait to discover the gender of your unborn child until its birth?
Yes and no. Not a BURNING desire and back in the day, ultrasounds weren’t a routine procedure as they are now. That being said. Number one had to have a biophysical profile the day before I went into labor and the technician slipped. We didn’t want to know that time. Number two was a surprise. So much so, that Ted wouldn’t consider a boy’s name ahead of time and he went unnamed for about 12 hours. Number three, my neighbor snuck me in and we found out (already had the 2 boys). Number 4 had about 5 ultrasounds because he was a big guy and dates didn’t match size. There was not a chance that what I was looking at was a thumb. It was pretty obvious. So Caleb, really, was the only surprise.
8. Are you more patient with children or the elderly?
The elderly, definitely. My notary work calls for me to do reverse mortgage applications and signings and some of them are my favorite times. Some are sad, but I imagine how I’d want someone to treat my folks if they were still living and go from there. They have contributed too much to this world and have to great a wealth of experience to slough off.
9. Did you ever sneak a peek at a present?
Yes, and I’m not proud of it. And acting surprised when I got it…well, let’s just say I wouldn’t have won a nomination for the best actress.
10. What is the longest you've ever waited for anything?
I’ll let you know when I get there…
11. Who has more patience, you or your significant other?
He is with our kids. I am with people/situations outside our family.12. Which of the following songs about waiting is your pick for the best? (OK, you may substitute another, if you like.)
Lovin’ the Carly Simon song…remember the ketchup commercial? Or was it catsup?A) Anticipation by Carly Simon
B) The Waiting by Tom Petty
C) Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx
D) Wait for Me by Rebecca St. James


Post yours and pop over to Linda's to link up....

Friday, January 8, 2010

Of Mice and....Samsonite?

I do not consider myself a great housekeeper. I struggle with throwing things away. I think I may have hoarding tendencies and I am determined to purge more this year. Especially paper. I want to purge paper. Less stuff. Less clutter. More Life. Thanks, Dave.

Anyway, back to the housekeeping thing. I’m not so great at it. Not only would Donna Reed and June Cleaver shudder, I think that Martha Stewart and the FlyLady would have issues with me. But still in all, it’s mostly clutter. Seldom does it get to the point of grime and disgust that I gross myself out. Underneath the layer of clutter, it’s my home is basically hygienically sound, unless of course you count the 10’ x 10’ room where three...count ‘em...three... teenaged boys reside. That one is off the table.

Remember SatanSabra?


Cute little ">kitty rescued from the grease trap at the Chick-fil-a by my sweet son? Bottle fed her, and today she’s beautiful...


It’s a good thing she’s beautiful. Because if she weren’t such a sweet cat and so pretty, she’d be gone. Of late, it’s been cold. Sabra, being a kitten still, likes to play. In particular, she likes to play with prey. Because she’s well fed, and prefers Iams Kitten chow to raw birds and mice, she doesn’t eat her prey. She plays with her prey. Because it’s cold, she has been bringing prey into MY house to play. And when she gets bored with playing with the prey (liking the alliteration a little to much here, methinks), she just lets it escape. It may or not be mortally wounded. New Year’s Eve morning I awakened to the sound of her bell in my kitchen and an odd thump-flop sound. Repeatedly. I had out-of-town overnight guests. And a lovely carpet of downy grey bird feathers covering my kitchen floor. Said bird was daid. As I discovered while attempting to sweep up the feathers and found the poor thing under the pile of feathers. Feathers, which by the way, didn’t sweep, but simply pluffed, danced and swirled all over the place, away from the broom and nowhere near the dustpan.

On Tuesday, I got out my briefcase to check on a notarization I had done before Christmas Eve. When I picked it up, I noticed a funky smell. Upon unzipping it, said smell got worse. Unzipping yet another pocket to investigate, I found an upside down mouse, very, very , very daid, and putrefying beneath the little net pocket where I stored the last of my business cards. It wasn’t the cute Disney-variety, either. I will save your lunch and not post a visual. Either the mouse had run in there to escape Sabra, or she’d stored him there for a later playdate. But he didn’t survive. Neither did my briefcase. Have you ever smelled a two-week daid mouse? It’s beyond obnoxious. I have thrown away my $70 really nice Samsonite briefcase/laptop case. Not a purge item I had in mind.


And now that the kitty door has been sealed up, traps have been set (and we caught another mouse) and Sabra is inside by invitation only, and not allowed to bring in her little toys, I am paranoid. Last night, while getting out of the shower, I thought I smelled a dead mouse in my bathroom. I emptied out every single thing under my sink. No mouse. I did, however purge a wax-kit and some hotel shampoo that was probably at least a decade old. And this morning? That same smell..it’s in my laundry/pantry. I really think this time it’s real. And behind the washer or dryer. Visions of Hanta Virus are seeping into my dreams. I wonder if I can have Tyler move them before he leaves for work...

One thing about it….this will either turn me into a better housekeeper, or push me all the way over into never-never land. Reality TV, here I come….

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

First Dozen of the Year

Lidna, over at 2nd Cup, is continuing her Random Dozen meme. Come play and then link on up!

1. On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being a cranky-baby-hissy-fitter, how much of a complainer are you?

I think I’m pretty much a baby…I know that I’ve embarrassed myself from time to time….

2. When someone else is talking, do you listen, or are you thinking about what you're going to say in response?

Unfortunately, I am probably formulating my own response to what is being said. This is especially troublesome during group prayers, because I find myself wanting to “plan out” what I will say out loud that a) hasn’t been said before and b) doesn’t sound totally lame and ‘churchy.’

3. I just deleted 1062 messages from my email account. Do you have any plans for a clean sweep this month--of anything?

I really, really, really need to get to my desk. And go to the shredder place. Really. Really. I even alluded to this on facebook this week wherein I confessed the possibility that I think I have hoarding tendencies.

And now, here are some brilliant questions from a gal named Angie at Angie's Ad Lib who graciously offered to let me borrow her brain. Please go over and see Angie because it was so nice of her to help me out. Thank you so much, Angie!

4. Tell us about your perfume. Was it a gift? What does it remind you of? Do you have a signature scent?

I like florals, especially ones with citrus-y undertones…I used to wear a signature, and wear it all the time, so that anyone within sniffing distance could tell it was lil old me in the vicinity. Now, I try to ‘layer’ one scent, but mix them up depending on my mood. Used quite a bit lately: Very Sexy (Victoria’s Secret), and both Peony and White Citrus from Bath and Body Works. I really love wearing the lotion and following up with a body spray.

5. What is your best organizing tip for the new year?
I got nothing. Help. Me.


6. What is your favorite comic strip?

I really like The Far Side. I am pretty twisted.

7. Do you sleep with a fluffy or flat pillow?

Fluffy. Lots of them. And I really like satiny or polished cotton pillowcases that stay really cold on my skin.


8. What color is your kitchen? Why did you choose that color?

Very pale green with deep red accents. Chosen because it’s visible from my living room in the same color family, but LOTS more red in the living room. Thinking it may be time for a change, tho’…

9. What’s the most interesting bumper sticker you’ve seen?

I don’t like bumper stickers as a rule. But one that made me smile said “If you can read this, my trailer fell off.” Another which I liked said “If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.”

10. Do you prefer an expensive writing tool or whatever is lying around? (Are you a Montblanc or a Papermate?)
I am a Notary Signing Agent and I really prefer Bic Grip Stick pens, usually about $1.19 a dozen on sale at Staples. I go through a lot of pens. These write very smoothly and it’s never a tragedy if I leave one behind at a borrower’s home.

11. What chore doesn’t feel like a chore – you just enjoy it (at least most of the time)?

On chilly or gloomy days, I like to fold towels freshly warm out of the dryer.

12. If your parents often repeated themselves, what is something one of them said more than once?
“I’m not INSERT NAME’s parent!”
And for some reason, when my mom got sick, she would often respond to whatever I said with “Ho-kay!”


OK, let's see whatcha got!