Thursday, February 7, 2008

Older and Wiser

Growing up is hard. Even though I've technically been "grown up" for awhile now, I've lately been facing more adult-like issues, and it is not fun. I just started a book called Bad Girls of the Bible. The first woman discussed is Eve, the original bad girl, the first to sin. She was an innocent who didn't even know what evil was. Genesis 3:7 says that her eyes, along with Adam's, were opened. They were opened after disobeying God and giving in to the temptation of the serpent. Thus far, the couple had lived in a perfect paradise. Then their eyes were opened to shame, to pain, to grief, to death. As I get older, I think I can relate more to Eve, what she was, and then what she felt when her eyes were opened. My eyes have been opened these last few months to grief, ranging from a lost pregnancy to facing the decline of a beloved and cherished grandparent. I think back to childhood days when life was not so weighty. I imagine that some of Eve's pain involved remembering what perfection was and then having to face the reality of their new world. I, by no means, claim that I've seen it all. I know for certain that if I had this conversation with an elderly person, they would tell me that I had a long way to go on life's road. I do, but growing up is hard.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

A True Procrastinator

After a year of "thinking" about it, I have finally set up a blog. As I go to bed each night with all of my thoughts knocking around in my head and no one to tell them to since my husband is deployed a lot, I often wonder why I didn't do this sooner. I must say, it's been fun to decide what I'm going to write about tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Smug Pregos

Any of you who are familiar with Bridget Jone's Diary are familiar with Smug Marrieds. They act confidently superior toward any single, unattached person and are probably trying to match-make among all their single friends in order to perpetuate their supposed bliss. Well, I've discovered that, along with Smug Marrieds, there are Smug Pregos in the world. Smug Pregos are friends who are pregnant and never let you forget it. They have taken their happiness and excitement a little too far. You hear about all aspects and ailments of pregnancy in any and all topics of conversation. Trying to steer conversation to anything other than imminent motherhood utterly fails until you just give up and let them ramble and repeat, asking a few pertinent questions while inserting nods in all the right places.
Sara: Did you hear the wind howling last night? I just couldn't fall asleep.
SP: I couldn't sleep either. I kept tossing and turning. I just can't get comfortable anymore
with my growing belly.
Sara: I just finished this great novel. It's widely acclaimed and has such a unique viewpoint.
SP: Oh, I don't read anything but baby books. Only six more months until Junior arrives,
and I must be up on the latest parenting trends.
Sara: I started a new diet for the New Year so that I can fit in the dress for the wedding I'm
in this summer.
SP: I know what you mean. I'm just fat, fat, fat. Yesterday I made a cake and ate the whole
thing. I'm hungry all the time. I think I'll run by McDonald's on the way home and then
order pizza for dinner. Do you want to come over for ice cream later? I have four flavors
in the freezer. I just love this eating for two thing!
Sara: *sigh* So, how was your last doctor's visit?
SP: Wonderful! I just happen to have my ultrasound picture in my purse....
If and when I get pregnant, I will be excited but as un-smug as possible.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The Post-it

I gave my blog its title because I often feel my life is mapped out on Post-its. It could be anything from to-do lists, grocery lists, phone numbers, messages, directions to someone's house, a tag on a favorite idea or recipe from a magazine, or a love note to my husband. But, really, does one person/household really need this many Post-its? I could probably find more, too, if I dug through my boxes of teaching stuff stored in the basement. Maybe having an over abundance of Post-its just comes along with a teaching degree. I would venture to say that I didn't even purchase most of these. They just seem to accumulate whether they were stocking stuffers or freebies from the bank or ones that I picked up from a hotel that I stayed at. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I love Post-its. I would have forgotten some very important things had the Post-it not been invented.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

A New Year

On New Year's Day 2008, my husband convinced me to go for a walk. That doesn't mean I'm an outdoor person, but we just got a new digital camera. We needed to try out! For my first post, I thought I'd share a picture of me in front of our house.

A place to share some cards, scrapbooking and other thoughts and interests along the way.