My name is Amanda and I'm a Trekkie.
Well actually, most of you already know this fact all too well but it's healthy to just put it out there, you know? And yes, I still love Wesley Crusher just as much as I did when I was in the seventh grade and yes, Jonathan knows this and has accepted it.
I sat down to write this evening with not much to contribute to the blog community. I tend guilt trip myself--a remarkable ability I got from both sides of my family--when I go more than two or so days without writing. The results? A handful of ho-hum paragraphs about nothing or some random list of things I either like or dislike. I think this entry is going to be one of those. So like Captain Picard says, brace for impact. A very, very mild one. If you fall asleep, I won't be offended. Just leave me some comments and I'll feel special, okay?
Here's the bulk of what's been on my mind the past day or two.
I love Texas as much as the next person but dang! We need some rain down here!
I took a couple of photos of my front yard the other day and you can put your fist in the cracks in the dirt. One day one of us will go get the mail and come back with a broken ankle thanks to one of those chasms.
My friend Amy from church had a baby last week. Heh, so yeah, Jonathan doesn't do babies. We went to visit her this morning after worship to see her, the baby, and her beautiful new house. He flat refused to hold that baby. Hilarious. Didn't lay a finger on him. Now my maternal instincts are either in some kind of vegetative state or completely nonexistent, but I could hold him for five minutes or so and appreciate his full head of hair and all-around squishiness. When another close friend had a child, we were in the hospital room with her within an hour of the birth. She told me later that she didn't remember much about that time, but the look of sheer terror on my husband's face managed to stay with her in spite of the drugs. He couldn't even look her in the eye, considering what had just transpired moments before. So needless to say, we'll be sticking with the cat for a bit longer.
Right now that ball of fur is sleeping atop my bookcase next to the computer. No, not Jonathan, the cat. He jumps from the monitor to the top of the shelf, no problem. Getting down requires some passionate meowing on his part and having us rescue him. It's funny, the thought of cuddling next to my cat, petting him, talking stupid lovey-dovey to him is quite natural and normal. But an actual baby? I don't get it. Those of you reading this who are parents must think I'm a total nut. I'm okay with that, really. Holly understands, so that's all that matters. But on the flip side, I'd rather deal with poo filled diapers as opposed to what Oliver leaves for me in his litterbox. That smell is ungodly.
My boss is going on vacation this week so it is my job to avoid destroying the shop over the next ten days. I usually do just fine as without him, but it's still somewhat stressful. If it was my shop, I would just take credit for my own mistakes and move on knowing that whatever was chipped or melted or exploded will come out of my pocket and not someone else's. In spite of my worries, I am looking forward to becoming a manager in the months to come (Lord willing) but the biggest challenge will be dealing with myself. Number one, I'm a 26 year old who could easily pass for 18. Some folks don't want to trust someone so young and seemingly inexperienced with their jewelry. So I have to work hard to look older and act older. I always tell people that I wish there was some button on my body that I could push to turn my personality off. Not permanently, I really like the person I've become. But one of those "EASY" buttons that would make me speak slower, curb my urge to be cute and funny, and avoid overusage of the word "like" for about five minutes or so would be just lovely. This week will be my opportunity to do just that, minus that magical red button.
Tis past my bedtime and I have bored you all enough for one evening. I have no doubt that someone at work (hopefully not me) will do something stupid enough to merit a blog tomorrow. Goodnight, all.
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