Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Cross country moving

I've been moving across the country for the last several days, so my thoughts are a little spacey today. I am blogging mostly because tomorrow is Thursday, so Things I Like Thursday is going up, but I have blogged only on Thursdays for the last couple weeks, and I need there to be some evidence that I am, in fact, capable of original thought.

So, today you get bullet points.

Hey, I said "original thought" not "amazing blogging."

- I accidentally bought "Va Va Vanilla" scented deodorant, which smells like candy-flavored deodorant, which is weird. However, it also does not last as long as the typical deodorant, so by the end of the day I smell a little like sweat, candy and deodorant. It's lovely.

- I got my Arizona driver's license today. Since I tend to over-prepare for pictures, I have REALLY shiny hair in the pic. I have yet to decide how I feel about it.

- I spent forty three hours straight in my car, with my three kids (ages 6, 3 & 1), my mother and one of my oldest and dearest friends. One instance of puke, one pair of peed pants and somebody pooped in a grocery bag. It was necessary, I assure you of that, but it certainly wasn't my idea of a good time.

- I have been invited to a book club here in Phoenix. I don't have high hopes, since previous book clubs have turned out to be food clubs. But, for the first time in my whole life, I have not read the book for book club. And I just don't have time to care.

- I do, however, have time to watch more episodes of "How I Met Your Mother." So there's that.

How's your week going?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

What's happening

I don't have enough coherent thought to put together a post that's any more interesting than this:

- I can't exercise for four more weeks. No yoga, no pilates, no lifting weights. I can walk, so long as I don't exert myself. Since I was cleared to return to a normal diet, this is going to be bad. I can now eat fat (for the first time in seven months) but can't exercise. How much non-exerting walking do you think it would take to burn off a Chipotle burrito with guacamole...? A lot?

- My house is 80% packed. I had to decide TODAY what I am going to wear to my husband's graduation this Saturday, church on Mother's Day, Disneyworld with our friends next Friday and every single day in between. Plus I had to ration and plan my shoes. For the next twelve days, I have only fourteen pairs out. I think I've made progress.

- Actually, I know I'm not making progress. Don't tell my husband.

- Though I did eat cookie dough, so there's that.

- Oh my gosh, I love cookie dough!!!

- My kids are all quietly and calmly watching* Cars 2, so I better go get to work. I am a packing machine!!!

- By "packing machine" I, of course, mean "A person who packs two boxes** and then rewards themselves with cookie dough and some time on Twitter."

I'll be back in a few.

EDIT: They are asleep. That's why they're being so quiet. 

EDIT #2: One box. 

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Accepting Compliments

Why can I not accept compliments like a normal human being?

Here are some real life examples of how I have handled compliments in the very recent past:

I was wearing a fabulous new Calvin Klein dress (obtained at Ross for $30, booyah!) to church last week. It looked totally amazing on me, except when I sat down. Then, all the buttons seemed to pop apart and look crazy. I had to sit with my legs crossed in order for it to not look like I was too fat for my dress, and sitting with your legs crossed is very hard to do when you have small children trying to sit on your lap.

So, when a friend told me, "I love your dress, it looks smokin' good!" what do I say in response?
"Oh, yeah, well, when I sit it looks ridiculous, so I have to sit like this" *insert insane pose here*

Why. Why do I do this? I couldn't just say, "Oh, thanks!" and move on? Or even, "Thanks, I got it at Ross!" and walk away, feeling good about myself?

Second example:

"Hey, your hair looks really great today!"
"Haha! Thanks, there's a sock in it!"
"Yep! A sock!"

Again, why. Why do I feel the need to explain the nerdy information about myself? Why do I have to explain (to a friend's husband, no less) what a sock bun is, and make myself look like an idiot? 

I was talking to my friend, Kirsti, about this. At least she understood where I was coming from. I am always terrified that every compliment is a Mean Girls-style set up:

So, tell me, friends: Do you handle compliments well? Any advice? Or, if you're more like me, share your stories.