Thursdays are simultaneously my favorite and most hectic day. I like what I do on Thursdays (tutoring/volunteering/picking up the church laundry), but it is kind of a drag to have to leave the house 3 hours earlier than normal. Oh well, I guess it helps on the “being intentional with my time in 2015” front.
- Speaking of time, Lent is coming! I’m certain this means that everyone in the Catholic blogosphere is currently obsessing over their first Lent posts. Because those will get Googled most of all.
- Awhile back, I was wondering aloud about how we were going to feed ourselves now that I’m in school. Believe it or not, it hasn’t been an issue so far. Bret’s been doing a lot of cooking on the weeknights and I’ve been pulling my weight by having a ready supply of side dishes and salads available in the fridge. This probably won’t work forever, but for now it’s alright.
All my Shonda shows are back tonight! We’re still four episodes behind on Scandal, so I imagine that that will constitute the bulk of our weekend activities.
Beth Anne tagged me in some questions for the new year. Which is good because I haven’t had time to finish any of my drafts so far this week. (sosorrysobusysointomyDVRthesedays.) Also, I just love answering questions about myself. So here you are:
Four Names That People Call Me:
- Lizz — because there’s a Lizz at work and people get us confused. Which is fine because she’s pretty cool.
Four Jobs That I Have Had:
- High School Debate Coach
- Dining Hall Manager
- Project Manager
Four Movies I Have Seen More Than Once:
- Dead Poet’s Society
- A Charlie Brown Christmas
- Fight Club
- Au Revoir, Les Enfants
Four Books I’d Recommend:
- The End of a Family Story by Peter Nadas
- The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
- Korea’s Place in the Sun by Bruce Cummings
- The Spy Who Loved by Clare Mulley
Four Places I’ve Lived:
- Seoul, ROK
- Nashville, TN
- Chicago, IL
- Ann Arbor, MI
Four Places I’ve Been:
- Krakow, Poland
- Hong Kong
- Sydney, Australia
- Budapest, Hungary
Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:
- On a train in Poland.
- Ice skating at the park.
- At the zoo.
- In a large chair at a library.
Four Things I Don’t Eat:
- Beef tartare
- Most raw vegetables that aren’t lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers or onions.
Four Of My Favorite Foods:
- Panang curry
- Sourdough bread
- Chicken fingers
- Fried pickles
Four Things I’m Looking Forward To This Year:
- Planning another excellent trip.
- Spending more time exploring Chicago.
- Making various and sundry adult plans to do adult things like procuring a mortgage.
- Getting deeper into my M.Div adventure.
Four Things I’m Saying:
- You know, I’m going to have to look into that.
- And so on and so on.
- And then I says.
Four People I’m Tagging:
I’ve gotten a few emails asking me about ye olde Natural Family Planning, known here in the blogosphere as NFP. So far, I’ve managed to demure on the issue but I’ve decided that now is the time for me to say something.
I’m not going to talk about it.
There, I said something. Happy now?
There’s a number of reasons why I’ve elected not to share that part of my life with you all for the time being and here are seven of them:
- Because modesty is about more than just the clothing you wear.
Lindsay had a great post awhile ago about modesty in speech/how we ought to be very careful when we choose to share intimate details of our lives with friends, co-workers and baristas. I’ve really taken that to heart. At the end of the day, talking about NFP is not for me because I choose to keep that part of my life private.
- Because I’m not twee enough to talk about sex like many married people.
Seriously. If I ever write the word “baby dust” in a non-snarky manner, you have my permission to call my next-of-kin and have me committed. Sex is great and beautiful and Holy, so I’m not why newlyweds feel compelled to adopt 12-year old AIM speak when they talk about it.
Which leads me to my next point…
- And also because “we’re practicing” is the grossest thing ever said or written.
I’ve been thinking about the expression “We’re practicing!” and trying to articulate why it bothers me so much for awhile now. I think I’ve distilled it into a few salient ideas:
- It’s not cute.
- The idea that your entire sexual relationship up until pregnancy is “practicing” to get pregnant makes me sad. Do you really mean to imply that if the sex isn’t knocking you up (or practicing to knock you up) that it means nothing? Why cheapen your relationship like that?
- Along the same vein, I find the expression to be more than a little insensitive to folks that are struggling to grow their families (or maybe can’t have children at all). If you having sex with your spouse is “practicing,” then what is it for them? Pointless? Well that’s dumb.
- Because I like my blog friends and don’t want to hurt their feelings.
While I certainly don’t want to thoughtlessly offend any of my friends who may be struggling with infertility, I also don’t want to offend my blog friends who are out there being single and stuff.
Because — and be honest here — would you really still like me so much if my blog went hardcore NFP/TTC/WTF/BBQ all day every day?
- Because my Dad reads my blog.
- And also because half of my cousins and in-laws also read my blog.
I know you’re out there and I don’t want to gross you out, okay? Also, I never want to eat dinner with people who have been forced to read about basal body temperature. Ever.
- Because my husband said “no.”
…and that’s a perfectly okay reason by me.
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My life is governed by a series of color-coded calendars. I have a Google Calendar for work* and a paper calendar for the rest of my life. They’re both very, very important to me. Since my life is newly very busy, I thought I’d tell you what’s on tap for today:
- Call #1
- Call #2
- Inbox zero
- Chat program zero
- Bug my work buddies for new buzzwords to make fun of
Email lector survey to the lectors
Finish Canon Law reading
- Go to Human Development
- Outline my Christian Origins paper
- Clean the kitchen
Publish this blog post
- Finish the laundry
- Dinner with a friend
- Encourage everyone to go vote for me in the Sheenazing Awards over at A Knotted Life.
What are you doing today?
This morning, I eagerly headed on over to A Knotted Life to check out the nominations list for the 2015 Sheenazing Awards. There are a lot of great blogs on that list, so I wasn’t all that verklempt to not see my name on the list.
Except I was wrong.
Because my name was on the list.
- I’m only two days in, but I do feel like school is going well so far. At the very least, I’ve ordered all of my textbooks, so that’s a big hassle that I can take off my to-do list. (Still no word on the missing syllabus, but I’m sure it’ll be up soon.)
- After more than a year of happily living in our current lodgings, we’re finally experiencing some of the more obnoxious parts of renting your house. There’s the week-long wait for an electrician who tells you that he “can’t see a problem here” and the troops of folks from the management company who don’t seem to understand why my maiden name isn’t on the buzzer. (Which, seriously? I haven’t had my maiden name for more than a year. Get with the times y’all.) Today’s battle is the “property tour” for a “prospective buyer.” They gave us exactly 24 hours notice, which threw me into a cleaning frenzy. Annoyances aside, I can confidently say my house is immaculate for the tour.
- Dinner hour classes means re-thinking the way we eat dinner. For example, pork chops are not happening on a night where Bret gets home at 6:30 and I get home at 8. Taco salad is totally happening, though. In fact, it happened last night.
- Does anyone else’s household companion animal have a major thing for road salt? I’m telling you, I cannot keep The Bunny away from anything that’s been in the snow. It’s bizarre.
- If you could send up some prayers and/or positive vibes our way for some (as of yet) unbloggable happens, I would greatly appreciate it.
How’s your Wednesday going?
My last week as a non-graduate student swifty passing me by. It was a busy week. The funniest thing about the whole “going back to school” process — at least for me — has been the realization that I’m going to be leaving the house every day. This is a new concept for me and it has forced me to confront every type-A anxiety I have about the state of my house, my ability to get the laundry done and how, exactly, we’re going to feed ourselves.
What I’m getting at here is that this week has been super busy. Here’s what I’ve been up to:
- Reading, Reading, Reading.
This is probably a major type-A thing, but I’ve always enjoyed stalking down course syllabuses and tackling reading early. This new graduate school adventure is no exception. In fact, all of my reading for the first week of school is done except for one course that hasn’t posted a syllabus yet.
- Had a few freakouts.
…mostly about my missing syllabus.
- Winterized my house.
Perhaps people who live in pleasant, warm climates are unfamiliar with the practice of boiling pots of water to heat and humidify your house. If you survived last year’s Polar Vortex in Chicago, you’re probably intimately familiar with the practice. Our house is far to dry and drafty, so I’ve spent the past week wiping down window sills, laying towels down to keep the wind out and boiling pots of water.
…super thrilling, obviously.
- Sleeping, Sleeping, Sleeping.
I have a sneaking suspicion that sleeping is going to be super high up there on my list of things to do next week, so I’ve been preemptively catching up on sleep. (Yes, I know that that’s not how that works.) Normally, I’m pretty type-A — are we sensing a theme here? — about waking up early in the morning, but I’ve been pretty lax lately. May as well enjoy the sleep while I can.
- Thought a lot about food.
Out of all the household chores, I think I enjoy meal-planning and cooking the most. Since all of my classes will carry over into the dinner hour, I’ve had to do a lot of thinking about how we’re going to eat. These first few weeks of class will be largely experimental, I imagine.
- Considered my wardrobe options.
…because I want to look like a grownup, okay?
- Infused Some Booze.
We had a lot of liquor left over from our New Year’s Eve party. Specifically, we had a lot of gin leftover — which I don’t drink because it tastes like Christmas trees. However, after tasting some cucumber-infused gin that a friend made, I decided that I could become a gin drinker if I put enough fruit in it. So here you have it:
Since this picture was taken, we decided that the orange gin tasted orangey enough and strained out the fruit. It’s actually a really appetizing shade of dayglo yellow. I’ll keep you posted about the other two.
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P.S. Weekend Without Words will be back this weekend, I promise!
It’s that time of year again, folks! Time for us all to take a good long look at our lives and resolve to make a bunch of changes. Two weeks from now, I imagine that a bunch of people will be resolving to quit their resolutions and continue living life as they always have. So that’s good.
Truth be told — the time I gave up biting my nails in the third grade aside — I’ve never been huge on New Year’s Resolutions. I don’t particularly understand the drive to drop a bunch of money on a gym contract on January 1st (that you’ll more than likely stop using by March) and most efforts to massively overhaul my diet are met with failure and a loaf of white bread.
So I’m not going to make any New Year’s Resolutions this year.
Instead, I’m going to spend 2015 focusing on being intentional.* Too often in the past year, I’ve noticed myself doing things completely without intention. For example, last night, instead of finishing my reading for Christian Origins, I watched an entire House marathon. Sure, I really enjoy House and it was a relaxing evening, but it probably wasn’t the best use of my time.
This year, instead of letting all my free time get away from me, eating bread by the loaf and spending my days wearing leggings and hand-me-down sweaters from my dad (and whatever else I’ve been doing unintentionally for so long) I’d like to put a little more thought into things:
- Keep up the recycling and general environmental stewardship around the house.
- Dress like a grown-up. So people will look at me like I’m a grown-up and not an unusually tall 5th grader.
- Pay more attention to how I spend my time. I function better with a schedule, so I schedule I shall have.
- And so on.
- And so on.
- And scooby dooby dooby.
What have you resolved to do this year? Do you have a theme word?
*I may or may not have stolen the idea to have a “word of the year” from Emily at Raising Barnes.