I have two weeks left of school for this semester.
I have enjoyed this week off oh so much.
Probably a little too much considering that I got NO homework done and I had a good days worth.
I am feeling fear for tomorrow. Isn't that horrible? I am just NOT into school... at all.
I am so grateful this semester has flown by. But I'll admit I'm a little nervous for next semester to be over and then I'm finished.
Come April I have my Bachelors and..... then what?
I'll say it's a good thing I'm married and settled.
By the way... I do know what I'm doing when I'm finished. Hopefully making a baby and then I'll go back, take 5 classes, get certified to do Medical Billing and Coding. And that's that.
I'll be able to work from home and start at a very good amount.
See, I have my life figured out. It's just a little weird to live it out..... I've been going to school since I was 4.
I can't wait to be done!
Can you tell I'm in a bit of a rambling mood? Feels good to ramble.
I have been exercising for 3-4 days a week for the last month. Until this last week.
I feel like I blew right up and gained 5 pounds. When in fact, the scale disagrees....
I cannot wait to get back to the gym tomorrow.
By the way, we are looking for a treadmill. Any advice on good ones?
Hope everyone had a great week of Holiday!
Oh and p.p.s. or p.s.s. (however it works) I found couches! Beautiful, wonderful, amazing, lustful, down filled couches. We are discussing them and are going back to look hopefully tomorrow to decide if it's really what we want. (Oh... but I WANT)
Showing posts with label Home Alone Again. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
One Tornado Plus One Calm Whispering Wind Equals
Jaren and I. I bet you could guess which each one of natures wonders is which. Since I'm home a lone again. By myself. It's almost 9 on a Friday night. I'm so cool. I decided to clean my kitchen. Wait wait.... let me tell you what my house looks like.
I've been the only one basically living in it for the last 4 weeks since Jaren has decided to briefly leave me for his CAREER. Boo potatoes. (Until the check comes in, then I yay). But since I am the equivalent to a tornado, both emotionally and in my living habits lately my house really truly looks like it has been hit by one. My patient husband who comes home and doesn't say anything about his side of the couch being COVERED in my books and papers and junk he just sits on the other couch and smiles at me. Even he said something to me about it last night. "Honey... now.. don't take this the wrong way (because I always do) but.. do you find it's hard to concentrate with.... this...." "MESS?!" "yes." So I took it the wrong way and got out the rolling pin to knock some sense into him. No, no you know I wouldn't do that.
I'd use the huge wooden cutting bored. Kidding! Kidding again! Goodness people.
So. I promised I would clean the house spotless tomorrow. And I will. I have been planning on doing this because during the week it is impossible for me to do it. Uhhh, especially this week. Wait. Don't get me started that's not what I'm whining about.
So, I decided that since I was here by myself. And I had already watched an hour of TV and talked on the phone for an hour (to my dad) that I should do something productive. So I started to clean the kitchen. I mean.. I CLEANED that sucker. Oh except the microwave... still need to scrub that. Oh... and the oven.. need to clean that. Oh... and under the sink. Ew. Need to clean that. Dang. I guess I just cleaned off the counter tops and did the dishes and cleaned the stove top and swept the floor. But it looks TONS better!
So after that I felt a little ambitious and decided I'd start on our bedroom. Both of our clothes are every where. And well.. mine are more mostly every where. Instead I decided to whine about it. So here I am.... blogging and whining because in my last post everyone said they actually read my whole posts. So I feel better about writing more.
OH YEAH
I remembered why I was going to blog. I was looking through Mormon Mommy Blogs and realized I am SO far down there! And in no real special category. So now I'm having a blogging identity crisis. Where do I fit in the blogging world? Am I just "one of the blogs" or am I "ONE OF THE COOL BLOGS!" (said in high pitched girly voice). I wonder..........
I really have a hard time finding myself funny typing. I'm mostly funny when you meet me and I mutter incoherent comments under my breath about what's going on around me and the person next to me hears it. They laugh. It's usually funny. I'm rarely mean. I try not to be.
In one of my classes we were having a discussion on being sarcastic. And everyone was raising their hands and talking about how being sarcastic is mean and makes them feel bad. And I mean.. okay, when you are making fun of someone to their face in front of their face.... wouldn't that make them feel bad?? So I raised my hand and said, "I think if you are being sarcastic as in being mean to someone or even about someone then it's not very nice. But when you are just making fun of yourself or a situation or something then it's funny. I like to laugh. I like sarcasm when it's not directed at me. I think it can be a good thing." Unless it is being directed at me and I'm cool with it. Then that's okay too.
I'm here in my house by myself in the middle of nowhere and it's totally dark outside and my husband is 30 miles away. Remember my fears?!?! My doors are locked..... but I just got this weird phone call from.... I DON'T KNOW!! I didn't get to my phone in time. By the way, I don't get reception at my house unless I stand by my back door window. Blah. So, I answered just as they hung up. It was a number I didn't recognize so I called back.. naturally. And some old man answered. So I said, "Hello?" And at first I thought it was my Grandpa in law accidentally calling my phone instead of Jarens. Because we have the same last 4 digits and this was his old work phone before I was born. But then he asked who I was and I said, "Whitney" like I expected him to know who I was. Then he told me he didn't know who I was. I told him I just got a phone call from this number. He told me he didn't know who I was and hung up.
WHAT?!
What does this mean???? Is there someone out there pretending to be an old guy staring at me through the back window wondering what my name was so he could knock on my front door and say, "Whitney!! I have a present for you! It's Kristina, I just brought over the cupcakes you won!" And of course I don't wonder why she drove all the way here to Rexburg just to deliver my cupcakes that I could have gotten from her in a week. Or that it's even 9 o clock and she doesn't know where I live. No. I'd still go answer the door thinking it was Kristina and.... WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN!!!
Man. Jaren REALLY needs to come home. He called. Should be home in FOURTY minutes! It's already past 9!!! I think it's time I gave up on dinner and ate without him. I'm also going to go watch the season premier of "The Ex List". (With my large wooden cutting board)
I've been the only one basically living in it for the last 4 weeks since Jaren has decided to briefly leave me for his CAREER. Boo potatoes. (Until the check comes in, then I yay). But since I am the equivalent to a tornado, both emotionally and in my living habits lately my house really truly looks like it has been hit by one. My patient husband who comes home and doesn't say anything about his side of the couch being COVERED in my books and papers and junk he just sits on the other couch and smiles at me. Even he said something to me about it last night. "Honey... now.. don't take this the wrong way (because I always do) but.. do you find it's hard to concentrate with.... this...." "MESS?!" "yes." So I took it the wrong way and got out the rolling pin to knock some sense into him. No, no you know I wouldn't do that.
I'd use the huge wooden cutting bored. Kidding! Kidding again! Goodness people.
So. I promised I would clean the house spotless tomorrow. And I will. I have been planning on doing this because during the week it is impossible for me to do it. Uhhh, especially this week. Wait. Don't get me started that's not what I'm whining about.
So, I decided that since I was here by myself. And I had already watched an hour of TV and talked on the phone for an hour (to my dad) that I should do something productive. So I started to clean the kitchen. I mean.. I CLEANED that sucker. Oh except the microwave... still need to scrub that. Oh... and the oven.. need to clean that. Oh... and under the sink. Ew. Need to clean that. Dang. I guess I just cleaned off the counter tops and did the dishes and cleaned the stove top and swept the floor. But it looks TONS better!
So after that I felt a little ambitious and decided I'd start on our bedroom. Both of our clothes are every where. And well.. mine are more mostly every where. Instead I decided to whine about it. So here I am.... blogging and whining because in my last post everyone said they actually read my whole posts. So I feel better about writing more.
OH YEAH
I remembered why I was going to blog. I was looking through Mormon Mommy Blogs and realized I am SO far down there! And in no real special category. So now I'm having a blogging identity crisis. Where do I fit in the blogging world? Am I just "one of the blogs" or am I "ONE OF THE COOL BLOGS!" (said in high pitched girly voice). I wonder..........
I really have a hard time finding myself funny typing. I'm mostly funny when you meet me and I mutter incoherent comments under my breath about what's going on around me and the person next to me hears it. They laugh. It's usually funny. I'm rarely mean. I try not to be.
In one of my classes we were having a discussion on being sarcastic. And everyone was raising their hands and talking about how being sarcastic is mean and makes them feel bad. And I mean.. okay, when you are making fun of someone to their face in front of their face.... wouldn't that make them feel bad?? So I raised my hand and said, "I think if you are being sarcastic as in being mean to someone or even about someone then it's not very nice. But when you are just making fun of yourself or a situation or something then it's funny. I like to laugh. I like sarcasm when it's not directed at me. I think it can be a good thing." Unless it is being directed at me and I'm cool with it. Then that's okay too.
I'm here in my house by myself in the middle of nowhere and it's totally dark outside and my husband is 30 miles away. Remember my fears?!?! My doors are locked..... but I just got this weird phone call from.... I DON'T KNOW!! I didn't get to my phone in time. By the way, I don't get reception at my house unless I stand by my back door window. Blah. So, I answered just as they hung up. It was a number I didn't recognize so I called back.. naturally. And some old man answered. So I said, "Hello?" And at first I thought it was my Grandpa in law accidentally calling my phone instead of Jarens. Because we have the same last 4 digits and this was his old work phone before I was born. But then he asked who I was and I said, "Whitney" like I expected him to know who I was. Then he told me he didn't know who I was. I told him I just got a phone call from this number. He told me he didn't know who I was and hung up.
WHAT?!
What does this mean???? Is there someone out there pretending to be an old guy staring at me through the back window wondering what my name was so he could knock on my front door and say, "Whitney!! I have a present for you! It's Kristina, I just brought over the cupcakes you won!" And of course I don't wonder why she drove all the way here to Rexburg just to deliver my cupcakes that I could have gotten from her in a week. Or that it's even 9 o clock and she doesn't know where I live. No. I'd still go answer the door thinking it was Kristina and.... WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN!!!
Man. Jaren REALLY needs to come home. He called. Should be home in FOURTY minutes! It's already past 9!!! I think it's time I gave up on dinner and ate without him. I'm also going to go watch the season premier of "The Ex List". (With my large wooden cutting board)
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