Examples of my extrovertedness

Jake was scheduled to work a full day at the bookstore today, which meant that I was at home alone today.  It was an ok day, but I was more than ready for Jake to come home.  We hung out for quite a while- browsing Target, playing Taboo (yes, it's possible to play with only 2 people... just a bit weird), and watching tv with our new DirecTV network (thanks Mom and Dad!).  

After all of that, I asked Jake what we were going to do next.  He listed blogging and applying for jobs, so I said "but those are individual activities," to which he said,

"We've got to get you out of this house."

Yep, I like people.  And I'm an extrovert.  Good thing my future career plans involve being around people... all the time. :)

Marley!

So I read Jake's blog review of the movie Marley and Me and found out he thought I was reviewing it too.  I wasn't, but now I will since I indicated that I probably would.

I like Jake's comments about the movie, but I also want to add that I cried more in that movie than I have in a while.  It's incredibly touching, and seriously, that dog... I want him.  I'm not sure I could handle the mess in the apartment, but I want a dog.  Marley was cute from beginning 'til end.  I think the movie was so good because it was so relevant to family life.  I could relate with the parts about marriage, and the parts about kids reminded me that I am more than happy not having any for a while. :)  

In the end, it was worth the running around to different theaters trying to find one that wasn't sold out.

Shout-Outs

I want to give a shout-out to Joel and Pam, off of whose websites I saw that I could come up with a new background to my blog.  I am not at all artsy, but I did find it fun changing colors and looking at different backgrounds.  So thanks!

I also want to wish everyone a wonderful Christmas.  Today is kind of a weird day for us because usually Christmas is a family-gathering day, but instead my family left today.  After being surrounded by great people for a couple of days, we are left alone on Christmas.  Weird, huh?  Jake and I are going to go see the movie "Marley and Me" in a couple minutes.  I think it looks amazing, mostly because I love dogs- but my dad said it got bad reviews.  We shall see; maybe I'll post my own review of the movie when we return.

My quandry... help!

I'm in a really bothersome quandry.  At our new apartment we have to pay for our own heat.  We also have no idea what to expect in terms of how much heat we can use without totally breaking the bank, so we've been trying to be fairly conservative about how much of it that we use.  

However, we have a fish.  He's a good fish, but I think maybe he's cold.  I caught myself thinking something dangerous earlier today.  I thought, "Ya know, I'm not sure that a fish is worth us paying for the heat to stay on while we are away from our apartment."  Let me tell you why that thought is dangerous.  You see, when I was in junior high, my family decided to move.  We had a cockatiel at that time, and we weren't sure where we were going to put her in the new house.  I made a joking comment that it might just be better if she died.  Unfortunately, my comment came true and I was the one who found the poor dead bird at the bottom of her cage.  I was horrified.  So now you can see why I'm concerned about the thought I had earlier.

You may be thinking, "He's just a fish.  No big deal."  Let me personalize him for you.  His name is Tiki, which is short for Tiki-Tiki-Tembo-No-Sar-Rembo-Charry-Barry-Rouchie-Pip-Berry-Pembo.  He's kind of a spaz, but he often follows my finger.  He gets really excited when I come up to the bowl and swims around furiously.  Well, at least he used to.  Now he sits at the bottom of the bowl and doesn't do much swimming.  I think he's cold.

So now that you know the background, what should I do?  Do I sacrifice the heat for the fish?  Do I stop thinking bad thoughts because it might jinx things and I might end up horrified again, finding a dead fish at the top of the bowl?

Thoughts?

Magic GROW!

Last night I talked Jake into playing with our little "grow capsules" which turn into safari animals when you put them under warm water.

We decided to have a little contest to see who could guess the correct animal before it went under water.  For the first animal, neither of us got it right.  For the second animal, I guessed an ostrich and Jake guessed a giraffe.  Guess who was right?

Let's just say that Jake was calling me a "punk" for the rest of the night.  Now all I have to say is "ostrich" and he'll get mad at me.  It's great.

"I wanna talk about me"

I am going with the crowd (even if a little late) and listing my top 10 selfish wish list.

1. Better cooking sheets (for cookies and for pizza). I'm tired of ours falling apart.
2. Angel cookies (I think it might happen this year!)
3. A new couch (sometimes ours falls when we sit on it).
4. Thick socks to keep my feet warm
5. Tickets to see Phantom of the Opera on stage (again)
6. Gift certificate from someone saying they will do our dishes for a year.
7. A new pea coat
8. A DOG! (Which also includes a place big enough to house one)
9. A letter from Cornerstone (the management company we worked for) thanking us for all our hard work and telling us that we are leaving our property in MUCH better shape than it was before we came. And there would also be an appology from Charles, the owner of our building, saying that he was hard on us but that he does appreciate our work.
10. A winning lottery ticket.

Whoot. And now that I have caught myself thinking a little too selfishly... I am going to go read for my New Testament class and try to recenter myself. :)

I like school????

So I'm pretty much done for the semester.  All I have left is a late afternoon class where I will be part of a group giving a presentation, but it's pretty much in the bag.  I've got a little bit of time with not much to do, and I caught myself thinking something that is SO wrong.

I thought, "Well, it's too bad that I don't have my NT book for my intercession class; I'd get started reading it now."

What in the world is wrong with me?  Maybe I enjoy school more than I thought... Barf.

I'm gonna go take a nap in one of the counseling practicum rooms instead.  Hopefully no one comes in and tries to counsel me.

Weird things in my head

Please, let me know that I am not the only one in the world that has experienced what I am about to describe.

I was reading over part of a paper I started to write a couple of days ago.  As I read over the word "Omaha," my brain apparently only comprehended the "O" and the "b" first, then went back to the "m."  So, instead of pronouncing the word "Omaha" in my head, I heard "Obama."  I knew that there was no way I included Obama's name in my learning contract, so I went back to try to pronounce it again in my head.  I think the second time I read, "Obahama," then "Ohama," and after getting frustrated for a second, realized that the "m" came BEFORE the "b."  It took me another second after making this realization that I was finally able to pronounce the word correctly in my head.  

I'm pretty sure if there is a city named "Obahama," I do NOT want to live there.

Central SSS

Earlier I came out into the living room/den/dining room (we have a small apartment) with a Central College SSS (Student Support Services) sweatshirt on.  Jake recognized it and remembered that it used to be his.  He started telling me about how he loved being a part of SSS around Christmastime because they would always give him a piece of clothing that had their name on it.  He started listing some things that they gave him, and he stopped upon listing pair of sweatpants, at which point he got a confused look on his face.  He asked me if he still had them.

I lifted up my leg and showed him the SSS logo on my sweatpants.  I mean... his.  Mine. :)

Just a few minutes ago...

...a guy walked into the bookstore (where I am camped out and where Jake is working) and Jake asked him if he could help him with anything.  

The guy said, "Yes, I'd like to find a book."  

And then he stood there.  Waiting.  As if Jake knew exactly which book he wanted. 

I laughed, but tried to stifle my laughter because I quickly realized that he wasn't trying to be funny.  But it was pretty funny.