I’ve been feeling kinda lonely lately. It is a strange thing. I am surrounded by people for a good part of my week. I have an office smack dab in the middle of all the seminary action. I live in a neighborhood where you are bound to see someone you know the second you walk out the door. I have multiple groups I attend during the week for EfM or for the spouses of the seminary or for spiritual direction. Wil and I usually have a function to go to atleast once a week. And of course, I try to go to church on Sunday’s when the mood strikes me and that ends up being a social fest by noon. I usually have to say that Thursday nights are Amanda nights and I can just be at home alone to recoop. But lately, I have felt very alone. This past Sunday, Wil got back from a huge meeting in NC and he had been non-stop for atleast two weeks so he just wanted to watch football and play games on the inetrnet. Totally understandable. Well, I had been stuck on this moutnain for two weeks and hadn’t seen civilization so I wanted to go eat at Cracker Barrell and go to Goodwill (I know, we live large don’t we). Well, I asked if he wanted to go and he didn’t which was cool and so I went by myself because I could not think of one person I could call that would want or be able to go with me. So I cried. I cried all the way down the mountain and then tried calling people on my cell phone (which I never carry) and finally talked with my mom. I just felt silly because I realize that a person is only lonely because they make themselves that way. I don’t ever call people, I need my Amanda time, and I prefer the company of Wil 9 out of 10 times so where does that leave me?
Could this be an Olympic Sport? October 17, 2008
Last night, I was scrubbing up before bed and washing the day off. I decided to use some of my body scrub, the kind with oil and sugar and smellyness. We have this interesting shop down the mountain called the “Sonshine Shop” and they sale out of date organic grocery products. Sometimes you can find gems like deoderant or shaving cream and I had found this body scrub for mere pennies…mere pennies people! So, I was rubbing my tummy and my butt because that’s where stretch marks are rumoured to surface when you’re pregnant and I’m thinking, “This oily stuff should totally help.” Well, a little of the oil fell to the shower floor making the shower THE MOST DANGEROUS PLACE I HAVE EVER BEEN.
I realized at that moment that the shower is seriously hazardous and we go about our scrub-a-dub-dubbing with little thought about it. Just think, even without the oily floor, you have flesh and sensitive body parts next to razor blades, water on hard,slick surfaces, the potential to go blind if you get the wrong substance in your eyes, the possibility of scalding water if someone flushes the toilet on ya, you may miss the end of the world because you’re singing opera, and maybe even deadly mold growth if you don’t clean very often………..the possibilities are endless! And then I go and make it so that there’s no friction between my tootsies and ceramic. Beware and be safe!
On a totally different note, I bought a body pillow to help with the gravity situation of pregnancy belly. Preggo pillows can get ridiculously expensieve so I thought I’d out smart the companies. Well, the body pillow is so huge, I can’t even fit it under my belly and I end up having to straddle it, heave myself over it, and hop a little to go to the bathroom 3 times a night. Yesterday morning, Wil had an entire conversation with it because he thought it was me in the bed and Sylus sniffs at it and barks at it to warn me that there’s a foriegn object in our bed. So, needless to say, I did not outsmart anyone and I’m going to attempt to take the thing back to the store.
Preggo-It’s in there! October 1, 2008
Some pregnant women glow, I mean really shine. They exercise a lot and drink 8 glasses of water and people just gravitate towards them. Well, this is not me. Someone actually told me that I looked “kinda green” today. That’s what every bloated, constipated and nauseas person wants to hear. Not only do I feel yucky on the inside but I look yucky on the outside. People actually gravitate away from me because of my grumpy attitude (sometimes) and gas issues (not the gas that cost $4.20 a gallon but the other kind). I finally had to unbotton my pants in the car. The pressure from my normal waistband was cutting off circulation and I broke down and bought a pair of maternity pants (or 4). Whoever invented these things is a genious. I put on a pair and just let it all hang out. I might continue to wear them after I’ve had the baby especially to large meals like Thanksgiving Dinner. On my vacation last week, I spent half of it totally sick in all respects and therefore I didn’t eat much. When I went to try on the materinty pants of love, the sales girl was like, “Dang, you look really good for 15 weeks!” I let her know that I had starved myself the past week and I much rather be plump and shiny (thank you very much). There’s so much to worry about right now which does not help my overall appearance. I know it will ALL be worth it….right?
