Lessons from the Past Week

1. Posting a question on facebook about the ethics of cooking with wine leads to some very passionate responses.
2. Wolf spiders not only can be the size of my palm, but they also apparently live in my backyard.
3. Being an auditor sometimes means finding serious financial discrepancies and bearing news of said discrepancies. Let's all hope they don't kill the messenger.
4. They call them potstickers because they stick to the pot.

5. Ryan is very patient with his emotional wife when she ruins dinner and he has to get carry out to stop her silly crying.
6. I can roast a chicken! And it wasn't even that hard. Especially compared to the potstickers.
7. Noon church may just save my sinning soul. Another week of 8am church and either Ryan or I would have cracked (most likely me; Ryan's the stable one).

Sometimes People Anger Me

An alternative but more accurate title to this is "Always People Anger Me on Facebook." I haven't been on as much as usual, but got on for a few this morning. Whenever I peruse the statuses, somebody angers or annoys me. Whether it be too politically charged or annoyingly Polly-Anna-like or just outright mean. So I will now spend the rest of my morning contemplating why I shouldn't just delete my facebook account.

I should also try to keep in mind that falling asleep during my morning prayers is probably a sign that I'm too tired to make a decision like that. Especially since it's also a sign that I'm cranky because I'm tired, not because of facebook.

Backhanded Compliments

I've noticed that I've been getting a lot of backhanded compliments lately, usually in reference to my clothes. Now, I don't pretend to be a fashionista or even able to coordinate a reasonable outfit, but I would think most people wouldn't point it out to me. Here are some examples:

"That's a REALLY bright shirt."

"You sure are wearing a lot of colors today."

"That's a very equestrian look." [Equestrian? Really?]

"No, really. That's a VERY bright shirt."

And today was, "Wow. That's sure an orange shirt."

Come to think of it, I'm not sure those are even backhanded compliments. Seeing them in writing makes me think they were outright insults. Well. I guess I have fewer office Christmas gifts this year.

The Distant Land of My Father

Have you ever read a book or watched movie that touched you so deeply you couldn't really talk about it? That's how I felt after reading this book. I believe I have a new #1 favorite book, and I'll forever wonder how Bo Caldwell was able to capture the emotions so perfectly.

Heavy Sleeper

Before I get into the meat of my post, I would like to announce that the honeymoon of my new position is over. Remember how much I love my new boss? She's no longer with the company. Big sigh.

On a happier note, I had a nice weekend with my family. It was far too long since visiting my mama--and my puppy who is no longer a puppy at 13 years old. He slept with his head on my leg and I couldn't have been happier. Speaking of naps . . .

The lady next to me on the airplane fell asleep. We had some really nasty turbulence, and they weren't even able to finish the drink service. The lady slept on. Well, when the flight attendants felt confident enough to brave the rocking plane aisles to pick up the trash, they had only a few minutes before landing. As they rushed through, the woman on the other side of me tried to hand over her peanuts wrapper but dropped it . . . directly onto the sleeping lady. The flight attendant looked at the trash for half a second then walked away. The other woman (I'll refer to her as the litterer) hardly batted an eye before returning to her book.

Seriously people? Who leaves garbage on the sleeping lady?

One of the Family?

Ryan's brother was in town this weekend, and we really enjoyed spending time with him. I found out that he reads my blog from time to time so I can't share all of the embarrassing stories I was planning on telling.

In all seriousness he was probably the one embarrassed of us. We got to meet his new "lady friend" and I will be shocked if we didn't scare her off. Apparently she told him later that we are all the same.

I have to say this has really made me think. Ryan's brothers do all have similar humors, but I never thought of grouping myself with them. We've been married 5 1/2 years, so am I one of them now?

If the answer's yes, then I think I can live with that. And maybe feel secretly pleased.

Too Morose?

I just can't seem to get this song out of my head:



Does that make me morbid? Or is it just the fact that it gets me thinking about my own funeral that makes me morbid?