...here's what I found when I cleaned out my car this morning:
a pencil
8 pens
several half-sticks of gum
a baseball cap
91 cents
a conducting baton
two car wash tokens
a washcloth
some laffy taffy
an ice scraper
a flashlight
one AAA battery
two rubber bands
...and enough garbage to nearly fill a 13-gallon bag
Curiously, I did NOT find a single napkin, Taco Bell hot sauce packet, or Goldfish cracker.
Stuff I found that isn't ours:
a Shrek figurine
lip balm
a lighter
one lone red glove
a lip liner
two more ice scrapers
a Hot Wheels-type toy car
If I didn't trust my husband - or if I didn't know this car was previously driven by women - the lip balm/liner might give me cause to worry. As it is, I'm more concerned with the fact that it's taken almost a year of owning this car for me to reach that far under the seats.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Stumped
Well it's been another two weeks, incredibly enough. I've had a lot swirling around in my head the last little while, but sadly for you, Dear Reader, it's the kind of thing that belongs more in a personal journal (another item which I forgot on my most recent road trip) than on a blog.
I will say this: last night I found myself trying to measure the success of my day by how much I got accomplished. Let's see...I unpacked from our trip...kept the boy entertained...the dishes are done, plus I made it to the store...filled a prescription...cleared things up with management...went to book club... Somewhere in the middle of crossing off my mental checklist for the day, I realized that I do this every day. I'll be washing my face or changing into pajamas when I start to either silently chastise myself for a day ill-spent or pat myself on the back for one that was unusually productive - at least by my standards.
The bad part is, even my best days rarely leave me feeling satisfied. I spend a lot of evenings committing to 'do more, be better' tomorrow and a lot of days frustrated at how my life seems to slip through my fingers. Am I chasing the end of a non-existent rainbow here? Where does true self-satisfaction come from?
I worry that my whole life I've been too extrinsically motivated: grades, praise, big hearty 'thank yous' and the like. So I look for validation at the end of a day in the number of things I've accomplished because it's a quantifiable measure of how I'm doing. Clear-cut. Solid.
Does anyone else do this? How do I ever know how I'm really 'measuring up' - and is it healthy to worry about it at all?
I will say this: last night I found myself trying to measure the success of my day by how much I got accomplished. Let's see...I unpacked from our trip...kept the boy entertained...the dishes are done, plus I made it to the store...filled a prescription...cleared things up with management...went to book club... Somewhere in the middle of crossing off my mental checklist for the day, I realized that I do this every day. I'll be washing my face or changing into pajamas when I start to either silently chastise myself for a day ill-spent or pat myself on the back for one that was unusually productive - at least by my standards.
The bad part is, even my best days rarely leave me feeling satisfied. I spend a lot of evenings committing to 'do more, be better' tomorrow and a lot of days frustrated at how my life seems to slip through my fingers. Am I chasing the end of a non-existent rainbow here? Where does true self-satisfaction come from?
I worry that my whole life I've been too extrinsically motivated: grades, praise, big hearty 'thank yous' and the like. So I look for validation at the end of a day in the number of things I've accomplished because it's a quantifiable measure of how I'm doing. Clear-cut. Solid.
Does anyone else do this? How do I ever know how I'm really 'measuring up' - and is it healthy to worry about it at all?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Two weeks
A funeral attended
Two relatives moved
Book club hosted
Relief Society taught...twice
Slideshow finished
Birthday lunch date enjoyed
Birthday party thrown
Interstate road trip taken
Such are a few of the things that have occurred in the two weeks since I last posted, which is part of why I feel justified in not having written anything in a while. May not look like much, but for some reason the last couple of weeks have almost done me in.
The guilt was finally getting to me, and when I mentioned to my sister that I needed to jot off a post to stave off said guilt, she insightfully replied, "Well, there you have it. I'm never going to start a blog because I don't need one more thing to feel guilty about." She may have a point...
But while I'm here: I've decided traveling is not relaxing to me. I mean, if I was headed to Hawaii with my husband on an all-expense paid vacation, MAYBE I would feel relaxed. As it is, I got three hours of sleep the night before our trip because I was up packing everything from diaper cream to biohazard suits into our luggage. And you know what I forgot? My toothbrush.
Not relaxing.
Two relatives moved
Book club hosted
Relief Society taught...twice
Slideshow finished
Birthday lunch date enjoyed
Birthday party thrown
Interstate road trip taken
Such are a few of the things that have occurred in the two weeks since I last posted, which is part of why I feel justified in not having written anything in a while. May not look like much, but for some reason the last couple of weeks have almost done me in.
The guilt was finally getting to me, and when I mentioned to my sister that I needed to jot off a post to stave off said guilt, she insightfully replied, "Well, there you have it. I'm never going to start a blog because I don't need one more thing to feel guilty about." She may have a point...
But while I'm here: I've decided traveling is not relaxing to me. I mean, if I was headed to Hawaii with my husband on an all-expense paid vacation, MAYBE I would feel relaxed. As it is, I got three hours of sleep the night before our trip because I was up packing everything from diaper cream to biohazard suits into our luggage. And you know what I forgot? My toothbrush.
Not relaxing.
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