Monday, February 22, 2010

we're eating on tv trays

My name is Annie and I'm an Olympics addict.

I have zero interest in sports outside of two weeks every two years. Then if I could have my way, I'd never leave my house at night so I could stay permanently glued to my TV set.

I love watching people who work really hard to experience the sheer joy of victory. And the feats of strength! So amazing.

It warms my heart and I get a lump in my throat when I see a gold medal athlete sing their national anthem during the awards ceremony. Even if they are just mouthing the words, I give them an "A" for effort.

And will someone explain to me the point of curling?

Our row

For years (I mean YEARS) we have been sitting on the same row at church. Right side, three rows from the back. It is our row. Next week I have decided that we are going to start sitting somewhere different every Sunday. Hopefully, we will be able to meet and talk to different people. And get a different view. We are going to shake things up.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Don't mess with me

I spent up to my late thirties being nice and trying to pacify people. It took some time, but eventually I threw out the "nice girls don't make waves" attitude that I had since childhood. It's a switch.

The last decade has been different. I have no use for mean spiritedness. It leaves a bad taste. I stopped putting up with so much BS and saying what needs to be said. I have embarrassed my children on a few occasions by speaking up for the underdog.

I'm generally a nice, mild mannered girl. Not only do I try to respond to kindness but to generate it too. But something just happens in me that I can't stop when I see someone being mistreated. The bulldog comes out in me.

I found myself in a situation this week where I was the underdog. I stood up to this person, (in a nice way) but I stood up to them. I was able to think quick on my feet and said what I thought needed to be said. Needless to say, this person isn't too happy with me now. Oh well? I am glad that I'm not that "casper milk toast" girl anymore.'s a good thing.

Friday, February 12, 2010


Somebody talk to me....
Even my horoscope is boring today.
It must be February.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

guilty pleasure

For some reason, I can't get enough of the Real Housewives of Orange County. There's just something about their whacked-out lives that I love to watch. And I'm not even ashamed to admit it.

Hubby thinks most reality tv is trash. Although, I'm thinking about forcing him to watch an episode with me. Just so he knows how lucky he's got it. Because man o man are these gals high maintenance.

Do you watch any "mindless" tv shows?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The stress just melts away.

Is there anything more sublime than submerging your tired body into a deep tub full of hot hot water for about an hour or so? I've been doing alot of that lately.

Hubby claims a shower is more exhilarating. He likes to stand under the hot water until there is no hot water. "Baths are disgusting," he says. "You're sitting in your own filth."

"How can you relax standing up?" I ask. "It's like waiting in line in the rain."
I exaggerate. He exaggerates. We've never come to any kind of consensus.

For many years growing up, we had one bathroom for ten people and one bathtub. Mother was a quick bather. Put in five inches of water, wash yourself, and get out. So disciplined and so wrong.

My father knew what to do with a bath. He got in and stayed in. He came home from work, ate dinner and then took a long bath before going to bed. The trouble was that the toilet was in there. I always had to pee when someone was bathing.

We now have three and a half bathrooms for two people. I only bathe in the master bedroom tub, which is the deepest of the three. I pee in all the toilets though, marking my territory like a dog. Mine, mine, mine.

Hubby still hasn't learned to enjoy bathing. His loss. Because in my opinion, they are so civilized, so perfect.