Always Fresh

When I read, I write. Well-motivated, energetic writers do me more good than ones who dish out cold, hard fact, and leave my spirit hungry and dry. Not often do I finish books I start - I finish them, but not until I've started several others as well. Sometimes one book does not satisfy me the way I imagined it would, so instead of losing the passion I started out with, I maintain it by starting another book with equally (or more) pressing interest. If then, that plot begins to wear thin, I pick up the former; or start yet another. In so doing, I keep things fresh, and movement doesn't get stopped up. I like it this way! Just like a runner never takes the same route - well, they might, but not every single day. Also like dog trainers do not teach the same commands in the same order so the dog doesn't become bored, or execute the command just for a treat. Keep them on their toes, and our minds should be the same way. I like it! So if I'm getting to a good part in my book, go a little further, so I am hungry for more, but never allow myself to read past the "full" point - it takes longer to come back to it that way. 

Perhaps that is multi-tasking applied to other areas of my life? It's not so bad, afterall. :)

Thirteen Reasons Why

That book, I have just begun. I love the feeling I get when opening a new book for the first time, and begin to read. I have no idea where it's going to take me, or where we have begun. My mind works extra-fast, trying to grasp what is going on. I vision myself in the room with the narrator, seeing what they see, hearing what they hear, feeling what they feel. I follow them as they walk, speak with people, and hear their thoughts. I am confused as to what is happening, but in the most enjoyable of ways. I have no idea who this person is that I am with, but we share something in common. I am intrigued, and must leave you now, because they are waiting. Waiting for me.

Off to live the mystery!

One Productive Day

To start this off, it is Friday. One week till a kind of important day in my life. It is also nearing the end of the week, and is pretty much the last day I have to "perfect" everything before the weekend hits and we're busy-busy-busy in other matters. So, this afternoon: I get to wash all the dishes on the counters and put them away. I get to wash, dry and fold laundry. Then I am going to find some free wifi (I have just the place - a cozy little book store/coffee shop, only 8 minutes away) to work on practice college tests. Spend a couple hours there, maybe read a book or two. Come home, think about going to my fitness center if I have the time, then start on Dinner. Tidy up the house one last time, and wait for my man to come home. And that's my day! (I like Fridays.)

=)

Love, What it Really Means

   Today equals 25 months with the man. (Gosh dang, I love him!!) But that's the thing.. as I pondered all night what I wanted to get him, and what the card should say, what I should make as a special meal, etc.. It got me thinking what *really* matters and what would truly mean something to him. As I hopped out of bed this morning, it hit me. (Not as a surprise, mind you. I'd known for a while, but it meant something extra today, seeing as what the day was.) 

   The best way to show that you love someone, is to please them. Yes, while fancy chocolates in a box are nice, or an expensive bottle of champagne; what this girl really need to do is clean her man's house, keep it clean, be as thrifty, cleanly, joyful and encouraging as possible. All the time.

   It's not about the little housewife in me. Far from it. I loathe (and always have loathed) the idea of keeping a house just to serve a man. No, a clean (or dirty) house says something about me too. And it's not just about the house. If your work space is clear, your mind and spirit tend to be organized. You can plan and think more clearly, and whatever you're working on has a better chance of being productive. Growing up, I always had trouble focusing on math (not a strong point) if there were dirty clothes strewn all over my room. Not that the clothes were in my way or prohibiting me from doing math, but it was continually in the back of my mind, and took me away from giving the task at hand my all.

   Keeping a clean space, both in my home and I guess it also applies to a person's hygiene, shows others that you have respect for yourself *and* the people around you. Did I mention that makes you a more lovable person? Food tastes better in a good atmosphere too, especially when you don't have to worry if dust from the ceiling or a hair of the cook has fallen into it. Nope! We care about ourselves, therefore our home is dealt with with care, and whatever we do or make or plan - fairly well done as well. Don't you love it?

   And if you add a good mood to this, it all just becomes that much better. 

   So! I bought my man Snickers ice cream bars, a card, AND cleaned up his house nicely for him. What makes it most enjoyable for *me* is that I know he doesn't expect it, and he'll be very appreciative. I love that about him, among hundreds of other things. (Oh, he also has a coupon for a homemade dinner awaiting - it's a raincheck because I'm going to be gone tonight, at this was our date night. Any night of his choosing: Friday, Saturday, or Sunday I will make him Barbecued Meatballs, Garlic Mashed Potatoes & Sweet Corn. In the mean time he'll eat hot dogs, homemade French fries, and Snickers ice cream treats.

   Happy 25 months together, my Love!! <3 :)

Cold, Dark, Wednesday Morning

   What a strange occurrence of events, these last few days have been. (Is that proper wording? It is 1:28 in the morning, afterall.) I haven't been very faithful with my blog. Nothing really, has been consistent this month, or really the one before that. A person must realize what is making them ill before they can find a cure. I think that's what I'm doing. (And I know I don't like this font color. That's help for starters.) 

   Let's set the stage. I'm in my pink pajamas (actually, they're not even mine. I borrowed them from a friend several months ago, and still have not returned them.) Also wearing a black hoodie that's part of a track suit - which was outgrown long before now. The floor is cold to my bare feet, as the heater doesn't kick in til around two, then things warm up again. But who cares then, because most people are tucked into bed, sound asleep. I am seated on a dining room table bench - though the table it belongs with is in the center of the living room, in from of the TV. That is the fashion in which my husband and I have a feasty dinner; food + movie = perfect Stay-In date. (It was lovely, by the way.) Anyway, too lazy to put it back, so the bench is here, lonely, by itself. I have a leftover Frosted Mint Latte from this afternoon. Shear beauty, right there. I am deep in love with mint. Preferably peppermint, but spearmint will do also. 

   

Pretty much this is just a relaxed, pondering over the day's happenings blog. Not very newsy, or containing information that Just. Couldn't. Wait. Till tomorrow. Nope, just me trying to catch up, and feeling rather pleased with myself for getting this far.

   Well, I'm thinking about hitting the hay now. And to change the font color. THIS by the way, was the OLD COLOR. (See why I had to change it? yeah... kind of a plum-y sort.. not fit for relaxation right before bed and starting a new day. We need more BRIGHTNESS, more ENERGY. :)

   Later! & Goodnight!