For those of you who need more convincing....allow me to share some appetite enducing photo goodness:
Nothing fancy here. Just some fries....
Some peanuts...
Some soda....
And the greasiest, messiest, yummiest burger around.
Yesterday something awesome happened. While Dustin and I were out running errands, we found a little thing we like to call a “game changer”:
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! Foam Shields!
This is going to significantly reduce the amount of severed limbs I suffer (and inflict). All Dustin had to do was hold it, and he turned all blurry, glow-y, and fierce (or I have no idea how to work my camera...that could be it too). Even his yardstick looks tough...
As I adjust to being 26 (by the way...I refuse to believe that is late twenties...I hold on to MID-twenties as long as possible) I’ve realized it’s not that different from being 25.....or 5. Sure, I have a lot of grown up things (a house, a job, a husband) but I don’t always have the grown up attitude to go with it. Last week after a bad day, I pretty much threw a tantrum. I refrained from throwing myself on the ground and stomping my feet, but I did cry more than a few tears while I repeated “it’s not fair” for longer than was appropriate. As is usually the case when emotions hit the fan, the events leading up to the meltdown weren’t catastrophic (or even particularly awful), but for some reason, in that moment it was all my little brain could do. I didn’t want to be reasoned with, I didn’t want to problem solve, I didn’t want to have perspective. I wanted to pout and wallow in my self righteous anger. Real mature like.
All that said, it’s not even the real point to my story. No, if you can believe it, there are more child-like antics to be discussed. For after exhausting my “not-fair!” tirade, yesterday I switched to a new mantra: “I’m bored.” As any mother can attest (and even child-less people like myself realize), that is one of the most child-ish, frustrating phrases one can utter. I had been struggling all day, and finally climbed in to bed last night and said it, “Dustin....I’m boooooooored!” (I find that dragging out the word gets my point across better). He was none-too-sympathetic, telling me he didn’t care and he was going to sleep. I think he thought I was the “let’s play dominos” type of bored, not the “I need more excitement in my hum-drum little life” kind. But even though it was the latter, it was not a topic that would be solved at 11pm, so to sleep we went.
And though my whiney voice has faded, I am still left with the same feeling. I am, in fact, bored.Now, I understand this is one of those “First world problems”- people with real issues don’t bemoan something as simple, harmless or fleeting as boredom, but nonetheless, it’s how I feel. I have great friends, a fun job, plenty of activities, but I find myself longing for something NEW. Something exciting. Something out of the ordinary. I think some of it has to do with the season. It’s been a long, bleak February (and January really), and I can’t quite see the light at the end of the tunnel. I suspect I have cabin fever.
So I’ve been trying to self soothe, without doing anything too rash. (I desperately want a dog, but Dustin doesn’t want to take the plunge until my clouded vision is cleared by time, and perhaps some sun. Smart man.) We’ve been making weekend plans, trying to cook and workout more, and check out fun area activities, but none of it is sucking me out of my doldrums.
(Side note: Does anyone else remember “The Phantom Tollboth”? It describes the doldrums as a colorless place where thinking and laughing are not allowed. More depressing than that though- even the fictional character was able to discern that that if he is bored, it is only because he is boring. Yikes.)
Have any of you come down with a case of the winter blahs? How do you pick yourself up out of the mopes? I’m pretty sure the answer is “stop being such a baby”, but other, more constructive ideas would be appreciated.
No, that's not a light saber...or a jousting stick...it is an icicle.
A human sized icicle.
I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants. Which I could have conveniently blamed on a melted icicle...
From now on, when people bid me goodbye saying "stay safe", I will assume they aren't cautioning me of the road conditions, but rather, warning me of the perils of ice weaponry. En garde!
Photo from Bakerella's site...
we'll pretend for a moment that mine turned out this perfect.
I followed her directions, and it really was "easy as pie" (especially after bribing Dustin to help....he will work for food.)
I used:
My version made about 32 pie pops. I had decided I wanted to share my creations with my co-workers, so naturally I had to gussy them up a bit. After they cooled, I wrapped them in tiny baggies, and tied them with ribbon. Each one got a mini-card with a personal v-day message....
Almost too pretty to eat (if I do say so myself). Happy Valentine's Day!
Soon, the neighborhood kids came to rescue us. And by "rescue" I mean try to swindle us out of $60 for a half-hour of shoveling. (Added insult: They borrowed our shovel for the day to do the other houses on the street...Rest assured, Dustin is working out the royalties on the invoice!)
Hope you were able to stay safe and warm....and maybe even have a little fun!