Day Something

Random dating boundary: No animated movies with mice. Other animated animals are alright, but no mice.

Day Twelve

I was exhausted today. Still managed to accomplish a lot.

Day Eleven (?)

My West Coast Swing is morphing into lyrical dance.

I'm getting used to the new hair cut.

I burned more calories than I ate today. A lot more.

I'm not sleepy right now; probably because I woke up 2-3 hours later than normal.

Day Nine

Why are haircuts so emotional for me?

Day Seven

I'm not sure why denial is a bad thing. Sure, it's not ideal. But if faced with two choices; living in denial, or being paralyzed with some sort of upset-ed-ness, I'd say go the denial route. You just live, and live, and live, and eventually the denial leaves and you're okay with circumstances as they are.

What's the problem with me and haircuts? Seriously. Cutting off a few inches, even (of 30+ inches of hair) feels like a HUGE deal to me. Don't even get me started on when other people cut their hair, especially without my getting advanced notice. I just wonder what the issue behind it is. Am I just THAT bothered by change?

Day Six

My sink is as clean as the day I first bought my house, and I'm proud of that. Sweat equity.

The winner of the US Open today was a 22 year old kid. He sunk his final putt, shook his opponents hand, and walked over to his Dad, hugged him, and said "Happy Father's Day". You can't beat that.

Day Five

I watched the season finale of House today. All this time I've been thinking that I'm Cuddy, but I'm not, I'm Wilson. I'm the one who again and again tries to say the right thing or do the right thing to get someone else out of their pit. I'm sappy, I want to make a difference, and I really truly believe that maybe someday I can drive someone to take action and change. All this time I've been figuring that I'm Cuddy; beautiful, independent, and almost foolishly hopeful. Maybe I am those traits, but I'm not her. I'm Wilson, who picks up the mess that House is after Cuddy breaks his heart. That's why I always pseudo date guys. They're a mess over whatever or whoever their Cuddy is. And then I sweep in, like Wilson, never tiring, never giving up, 100% dedicated to the sick, twisted relationship. Why? Because I think I can help. Because I want to help. I feel like it's my duty to help, if I can.

Actually, if I'm any House character, I'm Stacy, but that was seasons ago.

I clearly think about this too much. But, I think the show is true to the human condition. There's no pretty solution. Life is tough. Life is unfair. Sometimes, we don't get the answers, or worse yet, the answers just don't make sense. There's just a lot in the show that is relatable for me. I appreciate relatable.

Day Four

It's a good thing I am only titling this with a day number, or it would never get written/posted. If I were giving it a subject related title it would be "injuries". The word injuries, on it's own, makes me think of a lot of non-injury, bittersweet memories. If I think about it, I'll probably go pace around the house somewhat angrily for a few minutes, until I feel sad. Then, once I feel sad, I'll go distract myself. That's just how it happens.

Anyway, my goal of random blogging every day for a month just for the sake of being open has already failed, but the reason is injuries. On Monday, I hurt my knee doing lunges. In an attempt to let it heal I decided to be gentle with my right knee. So, on Tuesday, when I had to spend an hour and a half picking up golf balls, I bent down from my back mostly, and only a little from my knee. The repeated movements just didn't go over well, because on Wednesday morning I could hardly move. No sitting at the computer for me - too painful. Yesterday was an improvement, and today is much better.

However, I did just burn the palm of my right hand on one of the coils in the oven. Ouch. Ironically, I had just talked with Lauren yesterday about favoring the left side of my body to increase strength on that side. Maybe that was on Wednesday, actually. So, yes, I currently have a few injuries. The end.

Day One

I've decided to blog everyday for a month, even if what I say is useless. Actually, I have no plans for say anything meaningful at all (though if I stumble upon something like that, so be it). I just think it would be good to say something.

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I'm having an issue with bugs. In the past I've never cared so much about the bugs, but this spring it's different. Two weeks ago, at a really inopportune time, I discovered ants had infested the kitchen counter with my coffee pot on it, and the sink. I found where they were crawling in, the glass on the sink I'd drank orange juice from that was attracting them. I thought the situation was taken care of when I sprayed the entire perimeter of that level of the house and the vacuumed up all the dead ants. Wrong. On Friday, of course at another inopportune time, I get home late, exhausted, and find three bugs right in the entry way. I don't even know what they were. They were spider like, but less legs, and brown on the top with white bellies. They hopped, so I couldn't pick them up with a paper and dump 'em outside. I managed to shove two out the door by whacking them in that direction with some junk mail, and the third escaped into the basement area and I ignored it and went to sleep. I sprayed that level of the house the next day. Now, there's a big-ish black beetle sitting in the foyer right by my shoes. It better not crawl in any of them. Also, I sprayed there, so how did it even get there? Ugh. I'm frustrated. People have told me not to worry, because the bugs don't mean I am messy. I don't really feel at ease though, because there are still bugs. Also, I'm trying to run a business here, and insect infestation just doesn't work well with that.

I try to turn all annoying things, especially annoying house things, into learning experiences. For example, it was frustrating that I was not strong enough to get one of the storm windows down this winter, but I now know that duct tape and pillow cases make fairly good insulation. Another example: I was livid when my friend spilled paint all over my carpet, but I learned that if you use oxyclean enough time, it takes out almost anything. I'm just not sure what I've learned from this situation, though:

"If you spray for bugs, it won't work"

"If you are meticulously clean (is that redundant?), you still can't keep ants away"

Note: It has been about 12 hours since I started this post, and I've concluded that the black beetle is dead. I still haven't moved it.

Another note/conclusion: I suppose now, I can just add "bug infestation" to the list of things I can handle with grace. You kind of want that list to be long, but you also kind of wish it wasn't.