Day 1: The Beginning

Well, well, well... Look who's attempting to blog again! Oh, I know, and /you're/ absolutely correct. This small-- but insubstantial-- burst of newbie-blogging-excitement that I'm full of right now is sure NO guarantee of exciting and/or life altering posts like "I'm going to make the world a better place, one step at a time" or "I've decided to become a foster parent despite my inhibiting fear of strangers". On the contrary, my giddy-cake-fueled-excitement is better interpreted into posts like:  "Guess What?! My fat dog fell off the bed again. LOL" or "I ate an old cheese stick left on the frying pan just now" or even "Look at me squish this cherry jello". It's my way of making every minute detail of my semi-repetitive life count for something. (Just the way God meant for it to be.)

Example: "Getting dressed" is a somewhat commonplace but such a delightfully overlooked activity that just seems to happen all on its own every single morning, that I wonder WHY I EVEN BOTHER DOING IT.

Laying in the bed this morning, half covered up with the comforter, with a pillow firmly pressed over my eyeballs, and my husband, Jeffrey, yelling at me, "Get up you lazy bum!"; I momentarily pondered succumbing to my deepest darkest desire of never getting dressed -ever- again.

Imagine n e v e r having to spend /countless/ seconds pondering what-the-crap color shirt matches a PEACH skirt, or deciding which sticker to stick that crappy unrelenting mustard stain that I never bothered to get out.  Imagine all those boring hours spent washing, drying, ironing, folding clothes dispelled forever. Just me and my pajamas and years worth of slimy grimy filth, going to church, and work, and PTO meetings.

I mean to be honest, I'm already half way there. I probably spend at least 3 minutes of my every day life, pondering how to go about ignoring the giant piles of laundry mounding up on the floor. LIKE I CARE ABOUT WRINKLES OR SMELLING LIKE A HOBO. It gives me character.

In the end, I picked conformity. Yeah, so obviously, another 7 minutes of my life was wasted today getting dressed. But don't worry, I gained them back, by forgetting to brush my hair or eat the yogurt flavored breakfast bar I set out a day in advance, in  a rush to go to church. I doubt that Jeff even noticed that I used his toothbrush by accident again.

As usual, 2 1/2 hours of thought provoking church time today. Followed by 10 minutes of hilarious reflection of crazy-church-guy comparing Mother Teresa with the Hitler. (WHAAAT). Followed by another 2 1/2 hours of Sunday lunch mixed with sibling rivalry. (Those power engineering know-it-alls, and their cheat sheets of insanely complicated code.) Oh yeah WELL I DON'T KNOW HOW TRANSFORMERS WORK, BUT I CAN TEACH 9 YEAR OLDS HOW TO COUNT BY 4s TO THE TUNE OF SILENT NIGHT.

Brother/Engineer: My work is infinitely complicated.
Me: o, rly?
Brother/Engineer: Yeah, you couldn't fathom the complexity of it
Me: WELL SO'S YOUR FACE

(Point for the Cimo)