Tonight Ryan and I are going to the gym and also doing our twice-a-week weigh-in. Should be exciting! (Ha)
Reclaiming your inner “fun” self December 5, 2007
I used to be a lot more fun than I am now. I’ve only been working full-time for a little over five years and I’ve already become this super-serious person. I know that this isn’t who I want to be forever but I don’t know how to reclaim that fun, creative side of myself that seems to be lost.
To put it in better terms, I am like a compass whose needle goes around and around looking for north. I have no direction in my life. I have no idea what I want to do. My job is decent and I enjoy helping people. I kind of want to get a master’s degree but I have no idea what to major in. I have no drive, no “spark”.
Has this happened to anyone else out there in blogville? How have you overcome this?
Cuteness is in the eye of the beholder December 5, 2007
Am I the only person in the universe who doesn’t get all crazy at the sight of a new-born? Sometimes I wonder. It seems like everyone else literally goes gaga for babies – they want to hold them, talk in annoying baby language, etc. To me, babies just look like really tiny, scrunched up…blobs.
I ask because my sister-in-law just had a baby and they sent out pictures. My reaction was, “Well, let’s wait for eighteen years and see how she turns out.” I can’t tell if you’re gonna be cute when I can only see *thismuch* of your face, your eyes are shut, and you’re about ready to cry. Am I heartless? Probably. If it makes anybody feel better, I don’t think babies of any species are cute. Newborn animals are also weird, hairless blobs.
I guess the main thing that I don’t get is how people always say stuff to the effect of, “Oh, you’re baby is adorable!”. To me, until they have hair, can wear regular clothes, have opened their eyes and can talk, they all look the same. And, as far as I’m concerned, my rats [or most other pets] would win in cuteness competitions over a baby any day. But then again, I’m biased.
*Yes, yes…I’m sure I’ll sing a different tune once I plop out my own children. But I haven’t been around many babies and they freak me out and make me uncomfortable.
