I have a love/hate relationship with a little show some of you may have heard of...The Bachelorette! Really, it's a stupid concept for a show. When in real life would it be okay for someone to date 30 people at the same time? Most people break up over one extra person in a relationship. It's silly. Plus, how gross is it that this one woman is making out with like five guys a night? Ew! After the first one, isn't it like they're all making out with each other?? And yet...
I am soooo addicted to this show! I don't know why. I look forward to it all day Monday, and then I am glued to my set. I am emotionally invested in this show. I rant and rave and come close to throwing things at the screen every time one particular bachelor comes on the screen and opens up his lie hole. I tear up when my favorites get sent home. Really, what does it matter? What do I care? Unless she's going to send some of her leftovers my way... I have no more comments on the show. It's been an emotional night...
In other news...despite my best P-life efforts, I managed to get my apartment 99% clean and I am about 90% packed. Pretty darn good. I'll go ahead and give myself a pat on the back. Work was loooong today, but not too bad. Productive, actually. I think I had some unprocrastinationalism left over. Yes, it's a word. You don't need to look it up. Nothing cool happened though.
Ooo what was nice though was realizing that there are more true blue P-lifers out there than I thought! We should start a support group! Apparently they're all slightly ashamed of their lifestyle. I say, EMBRACE IT! LIVE IT! LOVE IT! YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!
Ahem.
I think my sister in law just pulled up...time to brace myself for a 3 year old and a 1 year old in my very much not baby proofed apartment! Now where is my butterfly net...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Just a couple things I am NOT good at
I am not a fan of cleaning. I don't like it, and I don't do it well. I mean, I totally can, but I just don't care enough. Also, while I am a HUGE fan of vacations and leaving town, I despise packing. And unpacking. Sometimes I wish I could have a backpack that all my belongings fit into. Or learn to teleport. That would be the best.
What's the point of all this, you ask? Well, I am currently less than 30 hours away from leaving on a trip to Colorado! I'll be gone a week, and I'm super pumped, but I'm currently at that stage where I really can't put things off any longer, but I still desperately attempt to. I have company showing up tomorrow night in the form of my sister in law and her two kids, and I have to try to stuff a week's worth of clothes, toiletries, entertainment, etc into two duffel bags. Unfortunately, I highly doubt that my TV and Wii will fit in the car, so no Animal Crossing for a week! (More on that fabulous game at a later date and time I'm certain.)
So that brings me to something I am extraordinarily good at (and it's not spelling, judging by the number of times I am using the backspace key in this post): procrastination. Now, some people claim to be good at procrastinating, but it really takes a special form of dedication to fully embrace the procrastinator's lifestyle. (I am not typing that word again, it takes like five minutes each time I try. From now on I will refer to it as the "P-life.") Most people are far too OCD to be fully P-life. Sure, let a couple dishes sit in the sink for a couple days...but a true P-lifer will use every single clean dish and then eat out just to avoid filling the dishwasher. Yes, folks, it has gotten that bad before. Some people let the garbage fill up and maybe even overflow a bit before taking it out. Amateurs. The trick is to not put all the garbage in one spot...fill a shopping bag over here, a garbage bag over there, make a pile on the table of old mail and papers...by the time you finally take that trash down to the dumpster, you can really make the trip worth it with three or four full garbage bags! College was terrible. Why start a research paper right away when you can wait until the day (or night) before? I know what you're thinking. All college students do that, right? The difference between a typical college student and a P-lifer is that the P-lifer is able to get decent grades on said papers. P-life is an artform.* I could go on, and I am tempted to, but I do need to get through this post and get to it...It's almost midnight and I have to be at the dentist at 8am tomorrow...and of course I have a bit of cleaning and packing yet to do tonight! Just have to finish watching Twilight first...
Another night, another pointless, random post. I think I'm off to a good start!
*Disclaimers: First of all, I realize I sound completely disgusting. I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds...most of the time. Second, I in no way recommend waiting until the day or night before do to a college paper. Unless you're good at it or have something better to do. Finally...well...I'll get to that later...
What's the point of all this, you ask? Well, I am currently less than 30 hours away from leaving on a trip to Colorado! I'll be gone a week, and I'm super pumped, but I'm currently at that stage where I really can't put things off any longer, but I still desperately attempt to. I have company showing up tomorrow night in the form of my sister in law and her two kids, and I have to try to stuff a week's worth of clothes, toiletries, entertainment, etc into two duffel bags. Unfortunately, I highly doubt that my TV and Wii will fit in the car, so no Animal Crossing for a week! (More on that fabulous game at a later date and time I'm certain.)
So that brings me to something I am extraordinarily good at (and it's not spelling, judging by the number of times I am using the backspace key in this post): procrastination. Now, some people claim to be good at procrastinating, but it really takes a special form of dedication to fully embrace the procrastinator's lifestyle. (I am not typing that word again, it takes like five minutes each time I try. From now on I will refer to it as the "P-life.") Most people are far too OCD to be fully P-life. Sure, let a couple dishes sit in the sink for a couple days...but a true P-lifer will use every single clean dish and then eat out just to avoid filling the dishwasher. Yes, folks, it has gotten that bad before. Some people let the garbage fill up and maybe even overflow a bit before taking it out. Amateurs. The trick is to not put all the garbage in one spot...fill a shopping bag over here, a garbage bag over there, make a pile on the table of old mail and papers...by the time you finally take that trash down to the dumpster, you can really make the trip worth it with three or four full garbage bags! College was terrible. Why start a research paper right away when you can wait until the day (or night) before? I know what you're thinking. All college students do that, right? The difference between a typical college student and a P-lifer is that the P-lifer is able to get decent grades on said papers. P-life is an artform.* I could go on, and I am tempted to, but I do need to get through this post and get to it...It's almost midnight and I have to be at the dentist at 8am tomorrow...and of course I have a bit of cleaning and packing yet to do tonight! Just have to finish watching Twilight first...
Another night, another pointless, random post. I think I'm off to a good start!
*Disclaimers: First of all, I realize I sound completely disgusting. I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds...most of the time. Second, I in no way recommend waiting until the day or night before do to a college paper. Unless you're good at it or have something better to do. Finally...well...I'll get to that later...
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Launching...
So. Here I am again. Writing a blog. Last time I kept one of these, the word "blog" wasn't even widely used. I called it my "online journal." So sophisticated, right? I sure thought so. However, it's been a good year since I wrote in my old one, and I decided to start fresh. Since everyone uses blogger, I decided, hey, why not? I'm a follower, I'd like to follow this trend too!
Wow, that was an incredibly wordy and boring introduction to this journal. I honestly don't know what will come of it at this point. I have no angle, no special topics to cover. Just me. Rambling. Randomly.
So a few random facts about me. I live in Iowa, and I'm not ashamed by that fact (most days). I work as a family therapist. When I graduated from graduate school, I said I would take any job as long as it didn't involve teenagers or doing home-based work. Big joke on me, I work with teens and their families in their homes. Not just teens, but teens in the juvenile justice system. Sweet, eh? Let's see, what else? I...uhhh...wow I just totally spaced out for like five minutes. Where was I? I have three nieces and one nephew from one brother and one sister. I am the youngest child in my family, and I milk it when I can. I love fall, but my favorite holiday is Christmas. I secretly believe I was meant to be born in England or Australia, mostly because I'm obsessed with those accents. But who isn't, really? Aaaaand, that's enough for now. Can't reveal everything on a first date, right? Gotta leave 'em wanting more. That's right, that's how I roll.
Wow, that was an incredibly wordy and boring introduction to this journal. I honestly don't know what will come of it at this point. I have no angle, no special topics to cover. Just me. Rambling. Randomly.
So a few random facts about me. I live in Iowa, and I'm not ashamed by that fact (most days). I work as a family therapist. When I graduated from graduate school, I said I would take any job as long as it didn't involve teenagers or doing home-based work. Big joke on me, I work with teens and their families in their homes. Not just teens, but teens in the juvenile justice system. Sweet, eh? Let's see, what else? I...uhhh...wow I just totally spaced out for like five minutes. Where was I? I have three nieces and one nephew from one brother and one sister. I am the youngest child in my family, and I milk it when I can. I love fall, but my favorite holiday is Christmas. I secretly believe I was meant to be born in England or Australia, mostly because I'm obsessed with those accents. But who isn't, really? Aaaaand, that's enough for now. Can't reveal everything on a first date, right? Gotta leave 'em wanting more. That's right, that's how I roll.
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