Continuing the topic of dependent women...here's one that really gets me - the Opinionless Woman.
By nature, women are more analytical. We identify, recognize, and ponder. Not many of those tens of thousands of thoughts whooshing through our brains only get one glance. But for some reason a desire to please overwhelms the body.
Q: Where do you want to go eat?
OW: Anywhere you like is fine with me.
Q: Do you like this shirt?
OW: I do if you do.
Q: What is your favorite kind of music?
OW: I like it all - whatever [insert name of significant other] listens to.
Q: Want to jump off this bridge with me?
I'll leave that one unanswered, but you get my point. I guess as I get older, I become more opinionated and unconcerned with what another make think. Too much of my early twenties were spent helping everyone live their lives to a fuller extent when I realized I didn't know what my favorite food or music was. Aside from situational agreeableness, if you don't like it, find someone else to hang out with. I'm not listening to your heavy metal or eating calamari.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Creating My Own Regret
We are coming up on our 1 year anniversary in the new house and yet, I never turned off my feature on Realtor.com to receive emails when new houses appear on the market within our search criteria. So occasionally, a little note pops into my inbox attempting to entice me to a new property. Why don't I cancel it? I have no intentions of moving or buying a vacation home, in the city I live in, approximately the same size, and possibly in the neighborhood I live in now...
I started thinking about the idea of letting go and acceptance. What makes it such a challenge to be content with our current situations. 'What if's' are best left as questions for a reason. But by nature, we want information. We need to know what our options were. I redecorate our house on the weekends while I browse Realtor.com on the weekdays. I should cancel.
I started thinking about the idea of letting go and acceptance. What makes it such a challenge to be content with our current situations. 'What if's' are best left as questions for a reason. But by nature, we want information. We need to know what our options were. I redecorate our house on the weekends while I browse Realtor.com on the weekdays. I should cancel.
Monday, September 26, 2011
What's For Dinner?
I just finished a quick $62 shopping trip to Walmart and yet, I had Taco Bell for dinner. No doubt $17 of that shopping trip was for dinner tonight - my latest Pinterest test recipe, Taco Stuffed Shells. Mouthwatering. But it didn't happen, I had a meltdown.
Wives, or for that matter, mothers, girlfriends, women of the world - do you work through your mental checklist all day and then all of the sudden get overwhelmed and lose it? Guilty. Happened to me today.
At some point, I developed this odd notion that I am responsible for juggling and solving everyone's problems, not to mention while 100 feet in the air on a tight rope. Ladies, why do we assume that stress? Maybe a little 'mom in training' and some hereditary anxiety issues, but that's another post.
So my meltdown. I assume the same old dinners get boring. I spend way too much time scouring Cooking Light, Pinterest, and FoodTV looking for new, interesting recipes, with the added difficulty of avoiding fried, buttered or breaded. Yikes. Not to mention, I have to work late, run by the store before prepared said miracle dinner, and hope it's done before 10PM.
I get home with all my ingredients. 7:30PM. Unload groceries. 7:45PM. Replay the phone conversation I had with Bo in the store about the unnecessary pressure I place on myself when he doesn't think I repeat dinners too often and would be happy with chicken fried steak. 8:10PM. Dinner's not happening before 9PM. Commence tears. 8:15PM. And that's how I ended up with Taco Bell.
In all seriousness, stress makes the back of my neck hurt. How do we resolve this impression we have that wives must channel the 1950's and prepare a scratch made meal each night? Dinner is such a challenge.
Wives, or for that matter, mothers, girlfriends, women of the world - do you work through your mental checklist all day and then all of the sudden get overwhelmed and lose it? Guilty. Happened to me today.
At some point, I developed this odd notion that I am responsible for juggling and solving everyone's problems, not to mention while 100 feet in the air on a tight rope. Ladies, why do we assume that stress? Maybe a little 'mom in training' and some hereditary anxiety issues, but that's another post.
So my meltdown. I assume the same old dinners get boring. I spend way too much time scouring Cooking Light, Pinterest, and FoodTV looking for new, interesting recipes, with the added difficulty of avoiding fried, buttered or breaded. Yikes. Not to mention, I have to work late, run by the store before prepared said miracle dinner, and hope it's done before 10PM.
I get home with all my ingredients. 7:30PM. Unload groceries. 7:45PM. Replay the phone conversation I had with Bo in the store about the unnecessary pressure I place on myself when he doesn't think I repeat dinners too often and would be happy with chicken fried steak. 8:10PM. Dinner's not happening before 9PM. Commence tears. 8:15PM. And that's how I ended up with Taco Bell.
In all seriousness, stress makes the back of my neck hurt. How do we resolve this impression we have that wives must channel the 1950's and prepare a scratch made meal each night? Dinner is such a challenge.
Friday, September 9, 2011
I Remember.
I Remember being 15 years old. I Remember it was a Tuesday. I was a Junior in Coach Troy Williams' history class. And then I Remember the news - an airplane had hit a building in New York City. Was it an accident? I Remember the quivering tone of our administrators as they walked through the halls notifying the teachers. Why were we stopping class to watch the news? I had never been to New York City and I didn't understand the significance.
And then I Remember watching the small television in our classroom as a second plane hit the other building. Shortly after, the Pentagon's attack. Then a plane crashing in Pennsylvania. Still unsure of what this meant, I Remember a moment of fear that maybe there were more planes with evil intentions - were they going to hit Dallas?
I Remember school being let out early to be with our families. I still didn't comprehend the impact. I Remember sitting in my room with my mom. She was on the computer and I asked her if she could take me to my then boyfriend's house to hang out. She said no and I proceed to get a 15 year old attitude. I don't have much more memory of that day, but I Remember her looking at me and saying "Jen, you don't get it. This is a big deal. The world will never be the same." I don't remember if I went to Richard's house that night or not. I don't remember what I had for dinner and I don't remember September 12th. I just Remember nothing would ever be the same.
I've been to Ground Zero two times since the attacks. Sombering is the most appropriate description. You feel an emptiness as you walk. Life is moving on within the surrounding blocks of the Financial District, but in that place life stands still. So many victims, yet so many heroes responded at that very site.
I Remember May 2011 - 25 years old and Osama Bin Laden had been killed. Closure to the last ten years? I can't say so as the emotions from 9-11 are still so raw. The images, the coverage, the stories, the pang inside your gut as if it was yesterday. Terrorist still desire to harm and weaken America. Ten years later, it still hurts to Remember. We Will Never Forget.
And then I Remember watching the small television in our classroom as a second plane hit the other building. Shortly after, the Pentagon's attack. Then a plane crashing in Pennsylvania. Still unsure of what this meant, I Remember a moment of fear that maybe there were more planes with evil intentions - were they going to hit Dallas?
I Remember school being let out early to be with our families. I still didn't comprehend the impact. I Remember sitting in my room with my mom. She was on the computer and I asked her if she could take me to my then boyfriend's house to hang out. She said no and I proceed to get a 15 year old attitude. I don't have much more memory of that day, but I Remember her looking at me and saying "Jen, you don't get it. This is a big deal. The world will never be the same." I don't remember if I went to Richard's house that night or not. I don't remember what I had for dinner and I don't remember September 12th. I just Remember nothing would ever be the same.
I've been to Ground Zero two times since the attacks. Sombering is the most appropriate description. You feel an emptiness as you walk. Life is moving on within the surrounding blocks of the Financial District, but in that place life stands still. So many victims, yet so many heroes responded at that very site.
I Remember May 2011 - 25 years old and Osama Bin Laden had been killed. Closure to the last ten years? I can't say so as the emotions from 9-11 are still so raw. The images, the coverage, the stories, the pang inside your gut as if it was yesterday. Terrorist still desire to harm and weaken America. Ten years later, it still hurts to Remember. We Will Never Forget.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Not Much To Share
It may still be summer, but it's winter for my blog - quiet, lonely, dreary. After sitting at a computer all day, I tend to shy away from hanging out with my laptop in the evenings. Imagine that. Plus, I've been cheating on my blog with Pinterest lately. I'm addicted, seriously. Go follow me. You'll probably catch more updates around there.
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