So it's been a couple weeks since I promised to start blogging again. I suck at this game, but I've been in my "empty box". And I like it there.
I start my new job on Monday and I'm super excited. I hadn't planned on going back to work outside the home for another couple years, but I think I've found the perfect job for me... so it's a good change.
My loving Andy and I were at church for the Stupid Bowl Party on Sunday. I saw a lady with a haircut similar to mine and said something like, "Her hair looks almost like mine." Andy's response: "All middle-aged white ladies have haircuts like yours." To add insult to injury, he further explains by stating, "It's like when I bought my truck... I didn't notice all the blue Dodge's until I had one." That explains the dual-cab sized behind I keeping dragging around with me. Thanks Andy. Love you too.
Mark Gungor is a genius. Pure genius. And he's pretty funny too. Andy and I joined a small group thing at church where we discuss Gungor's Laugh Your Way to a Better Marriage DVD's. According to Gungor, men's brains are filled with tiny, single-task oriented boxes. There is a box for work, a box for cleaning, a box for sports, a box for sex (that box is probably bigger than the rest) and get this... there is a "nothing" box. When they are done with the task at hand, let's say changing the oil in the car, they close the box, put it back where it goes and proceed on to the next box. It's important not to interrupt them while they are in a certain box because they won't retain a word you've said. I believe that. Especially when they are in the nothing box. And there really is nothing in there. N.O.T.H.I.N.G. And they won't let us in there to see what it's all about because they think we will want to throw some paint on the walls, put up a curtain or two and add a nice throw rug. Yanno, to make it more cozy. So the next time you ask your dear husband, "What are you thinking about" and he replies, "Uh.... nothing," it's probably true. Don't fret. Soon enough they'll put that stupid little nothing box away and get out another one.
Andy bought me a ginormous bag of peanuts from a street vendor the other day. And I love him dearly for it. Now I can sit on the couch, stare at the TV and hork down 5 lbs of peanuts. My theory: If he gets a "nothing" box then I get an "empty box". I've come to adore my empty box. It's like taking a mental health day, only shorter.
I have a love/hate relationship with tax time. I love that we still get refunds. We might even pop out a couple more kids just to ensure the money keeps coming in. Kind of like life-long welfare moms having babies to get a raise. It works for them. The only problem is tax time comes right after Christmas time. That's stupid. It should be during the summer, say July, when we take our Florida vacation every year. Not when we are still playing catch up for going overboard buying Christmas presents for every kid in Oklahoma. Perhaps if I didn't expect a refund I wouldn't spend so much on Christmas. Wishful thinking, I'm sure. It just seems every year we end up paying off things instead of getting to treat ourselves to a new fridge (one that closes without hurling 200 pounds of body weight against it), or a new livingroom suite (one that doesn't have springs stabbing you in the rump from a houseful of folks plopping bodies on it), or even a new bedroom set (preferably with mattresses that don't squeak so the kids won't hear about "mommy and daddy time").
I've often wondered something. I'll be in the livingroom
playing working on the computer with my back to the TV, but I'm still listening to the program that's on. Andy will come in there, snatch up the remote and change the channel to something sports related without a second thought. Bleh. But when he's in bed and he hears me coming down the hall on my way to bed, he hurries up to turn the TV on George Lopez or Roseanne because he knows I love those two shows. Why doesn't that same thought process apply in the livingroom?
That's all for my random thoughts. I should probably get some work done today.