Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Boy am I glad that I took this fun little quiz. Because I didn't know that I am an unorganized mess! That just came as a complete shock. I am not sure what I expected. But it would have been nice if a maid, a chef, and a personal assistant popped out of the computer screen. I know that after I shouted out a few commands my life would be considerably simplified.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Once again I am divulging embarrassing information about myself so that you or your loved ones will not suffer making the same mistake. The information is embarrassing because I am an idiot and that fact will not be easily hidden when you hear what I've done. And please don't assume that because I am passing along what I have learned that I assume you do dumb things too. But maybe you know someone who tends to idiocy as I do and you can pass this along to him or her.
I wear contacts. You know, the disposable kind that you are supposed to change every two weeks--or whatever (I actually don't even know what they recommend because I don't pay any attention--are you sensing where this is going?). So I have been having some trouble with my eyes lately. Just the general "can't see very well, eyes are irritated and red all the time" kind of thing. Normally at this point in my life as a contact wearer I would switch out my contacts for new ones. However, my prescription has expired and I don't have any left in my house. Let me assure you that I know that the proper response to this is, "I need to make an eye appointment so that I can get some new contacts." My actual response was, "I'll just make these work. They are okay. Really."
Not really. I finally went to the eye doctor yesterday because my right eye was knife-stabbingly painful whenever it was exposed to light (basically every time I opened it). So I spent last Monday in mild discomfort, Monday night and Tuesday wanting to poke my own eye out of my head, and finally--once the pain began to subside--called to make an appointment on Wednesday. (I have to say that part of the foot-dragging on my part was due to my fear that the eye trouble was diabetes related. Thankfully, that isn't the case.) So it was Thursday when I went to receive an exam (or three) and a mild tongue-lashing from my eye doctor. She was actually very nice (it was a first-time visit to her by me) and explained that my situation is very serious and that neither eye is "very happy." My right eye has a Corneal Ulcer and my left eye is severely irritated. What could cause this you ask? EXTENDED CONTACT USE. Yes. This is my fault. It was avoidable and unnecessary. The solution: 1) No Contacts!!!! 2) Aggressive anti-biotic drops in my right eye. 3) Get new glasses today. Right now. Do not delay (did I mention the part where my glasses broke about 6 months ago and I haven't replaced them yet--resulting in the fact that I wore the aforementioned contacts even more than I would have had I owned a pair of glasses). 4) Pray that the scarring isn't too serious and that this is the end of my eye troubles. (Okay, that last one is my own personal prescription.)
So let this be a lesson to those of you out there who may take the sense of sight for granted. You are playing with fire by not changing those contacts. As my doctor said, "You are at a risk for infection and other problems by wearing contacts at all. But your risk goes up exponentially when you don't change them as often as you should." I am now sporting new glasses that Eric says are "dramatic." (And for which I will have to get a new accurate prescription for once my eyes clear up!) I don't know when or if I will wear contacts again. I spent the last few days feeling temporarily blinded and it wasn't much fun. Don't be an idiot! Take the time to see clearly. Now--on to the next problem I've been ignoring. How to choose?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
But new to the line is Tranquil Mint and it is divine! The smell is so soothing. I love it so much I bought:
Here we have the Pillow Mist, Foot Lotion, and the Scentport
And I still want:
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Your Candy Heart Says "Cutie Pie"
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My super-duper brother-in-law had my name for Christmas this past year and he picked out this totally rad purse for me all by himself. Thanks MRK. I love it!
What you are seeing here is as follows: a bunch of receipts (the one on top is from Costco and is sporting a cute smiley face drawn by the person checking receipts at the door for Haven); six bucks, a ton of change; peppermint lip gloss from Bath & Body Works--yum!; a Regal Cinemas gift card (thanks, Ryan!); a tiny pile of trash (I was actually shocked about how tiny that pile was; my key to the Volvo (Eric's car); wallet #1 (holds some cash and cards--very handy if I need to just grab it and put it in my pocket); business cards for a friend who just started selling Gold Canyon Candles; my cell phone; wallet #2 (holds a few other cards and important receipts I need to keep--wallet #3 does not fit in the purse but it holds mostly membership cards, library cards, and a few coupons--stuff I don't need every day but that I don't have with me when I do need it). And that's it!
At least my purse is clean now. I threw out all but four ultra-important receipts, put the key back in the key box (you're welcome, Eric), added my change to the Elison family change jar and put the cash into the wallet where it belongs. I feel a little lighter and more free and like I should go shopping or something. Now I tag: Natalie, mom, Sarah, Steph and Sage (Sage: just choose one of your 59 purses--and you have to clean it out afterwards! (Natalie: I'm leaving Seana, Eliza, and Jessica for you to tag! And mom, you can tag Melanie and Amy. So, no excuses you two!)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Do you ever have that feeling that you are behind? That there is somewhere you should already be and you are not there yet. That there is someone waiting for you? I feel like that almost all the time. I've heard it said that people who are always late value their time more than other people's time. I swear I don't feel that way! I often have a stomach ache worrying about the person or people I am currently inconveniencing. I think my propensity to lateness is a genuine disorder--complete with the inability to be on time and the extreme guilt that comes from always being late.
When I am late:
- Church: It doesn't matter what time is starts. 9:00a.m. or 1:00p.m. I am always late. Eric doesn't even wait for me anymore. I think he may be known as that poor man who shows up for Sacrament Meeting with some or all of his children but no wife. She eventually skulks in somewhere between five minutes to a half-hour after the meeting has begun. I have a friend in my ward with seven children under the age of 13 and they arrive at church EARLY every single week. What is my problem?
- Dr. or Dentist Appointments: I really try not to be. And I am sometimes successful. I think the reason here is that, at the last minute, I am looking for an immunization card, an insurance card, or my checkbook. There is always something.
When I Manage to Arrive on Time:
- Taking Kids to School: I am rarely--if ever--late doing this. My kids should not suffer because I have a handicap. (The doesn't, however apply to picking them up after school.) Now, in Haven's case, her pre-school has a really cool flexible drop off schedule. I can drop her off anytime between 12 and 12:30. I just have to pick her up at the corresponding time three hours later. (Which is also not a problem. This may stem from my previous experience as a pre-school teacher. Those teachers are ready to get out of there at the end of the day. Don't make them wait!)
- Returning DVDs: Okay. I'm cheating on this one. I subscribe to Netflix so there are never any late fees. You return it when you are good and ready. Still. I would like to take credit for never having to replace a Netflix DVD. I always return them. Eventually. (I had a very hateful relationship with Blockbuster because if they charged me a late fee when I didn't deserve it--which they did more than once--it was hard to argue with them when I already had a legitimate pattern of lateness with them.)I know that I have not included every circumstance in which I am late. There are, unfortunately, many random opportunities for me to expand the horizon of my lateness. But I have embarassed myself enough.
I would like to offer some sort of explanation, however paltry. I think that one thing it boils down to is that my mind thinks in increments of 15 minutes. I think that everything should take about that long. Whether is is getting ready for the day or driving somewhere. I consistently suffer under the delusion that it will only take me 15 minutes to get ready in the morning (or afternoon, as the case may be). This includes a shower. My hair air dries and I only wear mascara and maybe lip gloss (both of which I put on in the car--not while driving! I put them on in the parking lot before I go in somewhere. Which is why sometimes, if I only taxi people around and don't actually get out, I never put on make-up at all!). So why should it take any longer? It does and I should have clued into that by now. But my brain refuses to accept it. This is also the reason that I can make it to cello on time but not violin. Savannah's cello teacher lives almost exactly 15 minutes from our house. Sage's violin teacher is about 10 minutes further but I give myself 15 minutes no matter which place I'm going.
So. What to do? Is there some sort of medication I can take. Even a vitamin or something? Do I need therapy? Am I just a poor loser for whom there is no hope? I don't know the answer to these questions. I would love to be that person you can always count on to be there on time. (I have a friend from high school by whom you can set a clock!) I am trying. And perhaps some day I will have mastered time management. I just hope it's not too late.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
California Crunch are the nut-covered candies in the middle.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
This is kind of fun. I love the bright color.
Not your standard Easter dress.
I like the subtlety of the flowers on the skirt and the fact that it comes with a little sweater.
I love this one.
Very billowy. Haven would love this one.
Haven would eat these up with a big old spoon but I think they are a bit too much.
I love the sleeves on these. Not so sure about the gigantic flowers.
Beautiful color. I like the bow, too.
I'm finding that I am very attracted to polka dots lately. You can find that evidence by one of my more recent purchases from Rare Editions as modeled by Haven:
Okay. I very obviously need to narrow the field. And truth be told I already bought one cute pink dress at Costco the other day--but I don't think I like it well enough to be The Official Easter Dress. (Mainly I fell prey to Haven's pleas of "Oh mom can't I please have that beautiful pink dress? Please please please?")
I don't want you to think that I didn't have my son in mind as I shopped. But if you don't already know this (I am fairly new to this boy stuff), there is some scary stuff out there for your sons. Especially in the Easter department. Why would Easter be the exception for dressing your son like cotton candy? I just want to add one picture that, if you purchase this for your son will guarantee him ending up in therapy some day. And may even get him beat up by the other one-year olds.