I Do Have Lots of Things To Talk About

but I had to get up at 5:30 to go to Parents' Day at early-morning seminary.  Then I worked until 7:15 pm, fueled on a donut and pizza.  No, not good.  It's 9:30 pm, and I have to take a hot bath and go to bed.

Lock up your daughters!

Happy birthday, Pancho Juicebox!  I love you!

Inside, I'm Still Six Years Old

aka "Really, lady?"

Today, I received a message on FB sent by a relative of someone who I am not FB friends with but who is linked to me through other avenues.  The person scolded me for a comment I made expressing my feelings about an event I had just witnessed.

Thin skin?  Yes, that's me alright.  I do not have good coping methods when I feel like I've been yelled at or disapproved of or disliked.  It would be nice just to say, "Okay.  Thanks for your opinion and input," or say nothing at all and just continue along my way.  I find it very hard to change the response pattern of a lifetime.

You'd think that my sensitivity would lead me to be more sensitive to others, but I don't think that's the case.  I don't like to hear other people being berated, but do I stand up for others as much as I should?  Hmmm....

I'm thinking, more spine, less raw nerves.  Better, more-refined behavior on my part will also lead to less scolding.

Blergh

After a poor night's sleep, I woke early to run with my team.  We were running out at Harbor Island, which is a new route for me.  I was so excited, so when I started to have an earache and nausea I figured that I should just keep going.  You know how, when you're a kid and you feel ill before school, sometimes just getting up and getting out there makes you feel better?

Yeah, no.  By the time I got out to Spanish Landing (it's out by the airport and next to Harbor Island), I thought I was going to puke and my brains were going to blow out of my ear.  So I turned around and went home.  Since I really can't just let stuff like this slide, I made an appointment with Urgent Care and was seen in just a couple of hours.

My mom reminded me of how she would warm a washcloth in the oven and have me lie with my infected ear on it when I was little.  I think that I will heat up the corn bag in the microwave and lay my head on it.

Fall Evenings

When it starts to get dark early, all I want to do is stay home in my jammies and curl up on the couch under a blanket.

For dinner tonight, we had baked yams, salad and pork chops that I pan-fried with just a little salt and pepper.  Divine!!!  I love colorful meals.

Last night, I took Rowdy on a field trip to watch a jiujitsu class.  It was his first real foray out of the house in about a month.  There was lots of good energy there, and he lapped it up.

I'd like to go see a movie, but there's nothing out there right now that really grabs me. 

With a Little Help From My Friends At Target

"Pony hair" finish

Suede

I Really Dislike This Part of Being Female

Yup.  You guessed it--PMS.  I have this very annoying free-floating anxiety that I know is just hormonal, not related to anything else in my life.  It doesn't matter what I'm doing--working (not a fun feeling when I am dealing with my patients), driving, watching TV.  Doesn't matter.  Arrrgh.  It makes me super-sensitive and super-critical of everything I do.  Ugh.