Mostly, I really like being like my mom. She's smart, she's thoughtful, she's organized, and she's funny. I'm rarely surprised these days when I find myself doing Shauna-esque things. After all, I caved long ago to the genetic pull toward detailed 'to do' lists-- even though I made fun of her heartily for the first 18 years of my life for her obsession. (Let's face it: I still make fun of her lists. We're alike, but she's still way more neurotic than I am. She's got lists telling her to make other lists.)
I'd like to think that we maintain enough differences to keep our relationship interesting. In general, I'm more free-spirited and laid back than she is. I like to freak her out from time to time by telling her that I dig the occasional democrat or that I haven't mopped my bathroom in over a week.
Today, I found myself sticking temporary Post It notes in my brand new Rolodex rather than writing on the actual cards. Want to know why?
I didn't have my favorite type of pen at work. So if I write on the cards now, they won't match the others after I get the pens.
Matching ink does not = easy going political moderate with relaxed housekeeping demands.
Matching ink = Shauna.
(Matching ink = pretty Rolodex.)
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The week in review
It's been a long week, all. A quick run down for those keeping track:
Sunday, Nov. 11, approximately 10:55 am-
Paddy gets the Gospel Doctrine lesson manual and is informed he's "on the lesson next week, man". Substituting, we assume. Alrighty.
11:02 am- First counselor in the bishopric asks us to meet him after church. Uh oh.
12:10 pm- After a quick check to see what damage the Lupe had done to her room while we were worshipping, we return to the Bishop's office. Paddy is called as Gospel Doctrine teacher. Right on! (Husband's reaction appears to contain a hearty portion of the spirit of fear, but that's what you get for 4 months calling-free.)
Monday, 7:15 pm-
Lupe starts obedience school, and immediately proves to be both the cutest and the smartest dog in the room. There's a good chance she may have been smarter and cuter than several of the humans in the room, as well.
Tuesday, 7:o0-
Kris goes to Young Women in Excellence and realizes she doesn't like it any more than she did when she was actually a young woman, right down to the frozen lasagna that's luke warm in the middle.
Wednesday, 11:00 pm-Thursday, 8:00 am-
Kris wears the ER beeper for the first time, and though she is lucky enough to not go in at all and actually only receives one crisis call total, she still doesn't sleep all night because she's too busy checking the time on her cell phone to see how much longer she has until she's not on call anymore.
Thursday-
Happy birthday, Grandma Nancy.
Friday, 6:15 pm-
Kris finally leaves work. It's late. She's grouchy. Turns out she gets irritated when people who aren't her boss monopolize her time and get away with it because she hates confrontation and also because the other party can talk louder and faster than she can.
Saturday, 8:30 am-
Cousin Eric gets married. I remember when he used to like Top Ramen a lot and he had a color tv and I didn't. Now he's got a cute wife. I assume he still has a color tv, too, but I'll have to check on the Ramen.
Sunday, 10:20 am-
Husband + the Spirit deliver a fantastic Gospel Doctrine lesson.
Of note:
I started my new job this week. I am now acutally cool enough to carry not one, but two different pagers. I think I might get two badges, as well, since they figure the title "psych intake" might freak out my regular 9-5 patients. I encourage all y'all to stay healthy, but if you're going to get sick, you may as well come visit on the 8th floor of LDS hospital. If you tell them you're feeling really unstable, I promise a rockin' visit from the local social worker.
Sunday, Nov. 11, approximately 10:55 am-
Paddy gets the Gospel Doctrine lesson manual and is informed he's "on the lesson next week, man". Substituting, we assume. Alrighty.
11:02 am- First counselor in the bishopric asks us to meet him after church. Uh oh.
12:10 pm- After a quick check to see what damage the Lupe had done to her room while we were worshipping, we return to the Bishop's office. Paddy is called as Gospel Doctrine teacher. Right on! (Husband's reaction appears to contain a hearty portion of the spirit of fear, but that's what you get for 4 months calling-free.)
Monday, 7:15 pm-
Lupe starts obedience school, and immediately proves to be both the cutest and the smartest dog in the room. There's a good chance she may have been smarter and cuter than several of the humans in the room, as well.
Tuesday, 7:o0-
Kris goes to Young Women in Excellence and realizes she doesn't like it any more than she did when she was actually a young woman, right down to the frozen lasagna that's luke warm in the middle.
Wednesday, 11:00 pm-Thursday, 8:00 am-
Kris wears the ER beeper for the first time, and though she is lucky enough to not go in at all and actually only receives one crisis call total, she still doesn't sleep all night because she's too busy checking the time on her cell phone to see how much longer she has until she's not on call anymore.
Thursday-
Happy birthday, Grandma Nancy.
Friday, 6:15 pm-
Kris finally leaves work. It's late. She's grouchy. Turns out she gets irritated when people who aren't her boss monopolize her time and get away with it because she hates confrontation and also because the other party can talk louder and faster than she can.
Saturday, 8:30 am-
Cousin Eric gets married. I remember when he used to like Top Ramen a lot and he had a color tv and I didn't. Now he's got a cute wife. I assume he still has a color tv, too, but I'll have to check on the Ramen.
Sunday, 10:20 am-
Husband + the Spirit deliver a fantastic Gospel Doctrine lesson.
Of note:
I started my new job this week. I am now acutally cool enough to carry not one, but two different pagers. I think I might get two badges, as well, since they figure the title "psych intake" might freak out my regular 9-5 patients. I encourage all y'all to stay healthy, but if you're going to get sick, you may as well come visit on the 8th floor of LDS hospital. If you tell them you're feeling really unstable, I promise a rockin' visit from the local social worker.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
My welcome gift
Approximately 3 days before I turned in my two week notice at ye ol' nursing home, a FedEx box came from the corporate office with my name on it. It seems that our parent company-- Fortune 500, I've been told-- still has enough heart to send out a welcome gift to new employees.
Gift in hand, I still didn't feel guilty turning in my notice. Care to know why?
Behold:
With a tiny plastic light egg of this quality upon my arrival, my heart aches to know what I would have received at the five year mark, or even retirement. Maybe they would have splurged on a couple of those grocery store 3-D paper decorations that fold out accordian style.
To be fair, I should mention that the lightbulb inside changes color. The box claims that it should serve as "relaxing mood lighting". Let the romance begin.
Gift in hand, I still didn't feel guilty turning in my notice. Care to know why?
Behold:
With a tiny plastic light egg of this quality upon my arrival, my heart aches to know what I would have received at the five year mark, or even retirement. Maybe they would have splurged on a couple of those grocery store 3-D paper decorations that fold out accordian style.
To be fair, I should mention that the lightbulb inside changes color. The box claims that it should serve as "relaxing mood lighting". Let the romance begin.
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