January 12, 2001

Actuality Masticates

My personal philosophy, viewpoints, observations, and realizations on some things:

  • My boss will always volunteer me for things. Always. Like an overpompous name-dropper, he will mention my name in all kinds of circumstances, in all kinds of weather. While on the one hand I am flattered that he thinks I can simultaneously construct a space station, discover the cure for the common cold, conduct the Phoenix Symphony Orchestra with my feet, all the while reciting War and Peace from memory, backwards - on the other hand I wish he would remember the somewhat heated discussion we just had on Monday to ASK BEFORE SIGNING ME UP FOR ANYTHING ELSE! God DAMN.

  • Since many other journals have ranted about this very thing for the last couple of days, I'll keep this observation short. Nobody in the state of Arizona can fucking drive when there's any sort of precipitation, breeze, cloudiness, or potential for any of the aforementioned within a twenty-four hour period of time. Damn, people, it took me twenty minutes to get to work this morning. I work a mile and a half away from home.

  • Parenting takes more patience than I sometimes think I have. I'm having to dig deep into reserves of patience I didn't think I possessed. I thought I was grown up. I thought I knew how things worked. But this whole parenting thing has put a new spin on my life. I sometimes impress the hell outta myself for having the amount of patience I seem to posess - the kids screw up, I dig deep. The kids screw up again, I dig deeper. The kids hurt my feelings, I don't shake them. I don't yell at them. I don't stop speaking to them. I don't stop telling them I love them. I don't stop giving them goodnight hugs. I just break out the back-hoe and dig ever deeper into my reserves of patience. Sometimes I think I've finally found the bottom of those reserves, and those are the bad days. The ones that leave me shaking with anger, frustration, or hurt. Then I realize that human beings have an infinite capacity for love, forgiveness, and caring - more than I ever thought.

  • With that said, trust is a precious thing and not easily regained once lost. I don't think it can ever be regained completely. To a certain degree, but never to the level that you feel like you can completely, 100% trust that person again.

  • I'm more cynical than I thought I was. If it can screw up, it will. That's just the way it is. Crap.

  • I *can* function at work with a migraine. Just don't talk too loudly, and don't expect me to move too fast.

  • When I was little I hated being told it was nap time. Now I would give almost anything to have someone tell me to go take a nap.

  • I've never had the best handwriting, but now it's atrocious. My keyboard has spoiled me for ever writing a neat check again.

  • I sigh a lot. Calvin calls it huffing. "What are you huffing about now?" I don't even realize I do it so much. Is it because I have "limp lungs" (my name for asthma) and need to give myself an oxygen hit? I notice I yawn a lot too, even when I'm not tired. Weird.

  • I'm still tired though, and I yawn because of that too.

  • "Hello. My name is Laura, and I'm a Starbucksaholic."

  • Tylenol does *not* work on my worst headaches. It's doesn't even put a *dent* in my worst headaches. I'm suing for false advertising, man. Sure, 9 out of 10 hospitals provide Tylenol to their patients. Tylenol III. The stuff a non-hospitalized person such as myself can't get hands on. The bastards.

  • There is no bad day that a margarita (or two, or twelve) can't cure.

Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...


Tell me what you do for inspiration. Tell me what book you read that gives you a sense of perspective and insight. Tell me who you most want to emulate in life, and why. Tell me what brings you peace and helps you center yourself during trying times.

I am slowly going crazy, one two three four five six, switch! Crazy going slowly am I, six five four three two one, switch!

On a different note, have you noticed how this "Mission" thing has become less something you need to do, and more a request for information, opinions, or a poll? Eh, it is what it is.

Results From Yesterday's Mission


I wouldn't say I'm a huge sports fan. Lots of times when Calvin is watching a game, I'm sitting on the couch with him reading a book or writing an entry. The last five minutes of a basketball game make me tense, and I usually end up watching despite myself. I like going to sports games for the socialization, the enjoyment of going to a function with my family, the beer, and the people watching. I used to be an anti-sports snob. Now I host Super Bowl parties. I kinda like it.




Dawn responded to my missions on the 9th and 10th:

"Well, hell.

I was going to suggest you name a star after Calvin, and then he could look for it with his telescope, but after researching it online I discovered that those companies who claim to "sell names for stars" just take your money and the name isn't ever officially registered or anything. Ratfarts.

Perhaps my single socks are somehow ending up at YOUR house, and yours are at mine? Because I'm missing a black one. In fact, I'm missing several socks and need to go through my drawer and get rid of all the loners.

Maybe next week. Hee."

Man. That star naming thing would be cool, too.

I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.

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