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i really need to find a clan of ninjas to beat up.

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Here is a chat I had with my brother today.

 

me: i am supposed to write a blog post but i got nothin

bro: i never understood blogging

me: you’d have to be like me to understand it

bro: people writing about things that piss them off, or things they find entertaining rather than actually doing things

online viewable diaries

terrible

me: someone who likes blogging and someone who doesn’t like blogging won’t be able to communicate effectively about blogging

sometimes, though, one blogs about her fun life and her goals

and the fun stuff after it has happened

bro: I guess I just don’t see the allure of sharing that with people across the world, I would much prefer to tell my close friends in person that I went bungee jumping or beat up a clan of ninjas

me: some of us don’t have any close friends that we see in person

most of my close friends are only available online. they live far away.

bro: road trip!

me: and i will blog about it

bro: incorrect

me: well, let’s just say

i am a pretty good writer

i am not able to write a book at this time

bro: or that you write well

boom englished

bro: haha its fun to be me

so you write short stories?

me: no, i write blog posts

short, true stories. about my life.

bro: well carry on

whatever makes you happy

me: it sounds kind of pathetic when i describe it.

bro: i’m not judging you out loud

me: i know, but i am very perceptive to your silent judgment.

bro: well then consider yourself judged, and then you can kindly tell me to stick it

 

I think the entire internet can hear me sighing, deeply.

One of my favorite parts of being married.

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I got up just after 8 am this morning to get started on my chores for today. I have lots of things on my to-do list and I just woke up naturally at that time, so I went with it.

I worked for a few minutes in my office, and then went back to the bedroom just to give the still-sleeping Mr. Thor a quick hug before I left the second floor.

I crawled into bed, gave him a hug, he said something sweet like, “you’re the best.” Then he pointed his pointer finger out into the air and said, “JAMMIES.”

me: jammies?

him, now poking my arm: “jammies, jammies, jammies, like jay leno. they like to jam. he likes to play the bass.”

me: “the real jay leno? how do you know that?”

him: “bum-bum-bum-ba-bum-bum-ba-bum-ba-ba-bum!”

me: …

him: “it’s just like rallyists. bum-bum-bum-ba-bum-bum-ba-bum-ba-ba-bum!”

me: “rallius?”

him: “RALLYISTS. People who start rallies. bum-ba-buh-bum-ba-buh-BUM-BUM!”

me: “why?”

him: “it’s like, even if I told you you wouldn’t know how to start a fire. it would still be a secret to you. like bum-ba-buh-bum-bah-buh-bum. bum-ba-buh-bum-bah-buh-BUM.”

me: …

him: “i got cold. i didn’t have enough… room to work with. don’t get too bored here, OK?”

me: “why would I be bored?”

him: “asphalt.”

me: “what’s so boring about asphalt?!”

him: “it’s all gone.”

me: “so we are at the end of the road?”

him: “yep. dead end. (holds up his fingers about 2 inches apart) I only have THIS much left. (moves his two held-up fingers over to my face and jams them into the side of my face) annnnd now it’s on your face.”

at this point I decided to stop engaging Mr. Thor, because, clearly, we were at the end of the road.

Speaking of focus…

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So, I may have mentioned that my theme for this year is FOCUS. It’s in my makeup that I can’t think of the word FOCUS without thinking of the movie Mallrats. But that’s my problem, not yours.

Are you starting to see that I have a focus problem? I do. I always have.

However. Thanks to help and support from the wonderful Mr. Thor, I am on the road to recovery. Let’s not tell him that I have started working on two other websites when I am not even updating this one on a regular basis.

I do have a point. My point is that I have been attending Weight Watchers meetings since October 20th. I was following the plan online, but I was not having much luck with the whole “sticking to program” aspect of things. I figured that some external accountability could revitalize my weight-loss journey, and I was right. I love meetings. I like the social interaction during the meeting, I like the celebrations at 5-lb loss intervals, I like the Bravos for behavioral change… it just works for me right now. I have only missed one meeting since I started, and that’s because I was Very Sick. But I still went to weigh in!

I have also been focusing on my office. Craft room. Studio. Whatever I decide to call it. Things have been sorted and tossed. My sewing table is in action, and I have taken a sewing class (and I’m signed up for three more!). I’m sitting in the office portion of the aforementioned room RIGHT NOW, as a matter of fact, hammering away on my new computer.

Now, for the third and final focus: writing. Blogging, too. It’s got a few things that go with it, like photography, maybe a little web design…who knows what else.

Basically, I just want to do what I want to do. That shouldn’t be too hard to focus on, right?

Blog Challenge, Week One

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I am starting a blog challenge. I know that there are others of you out there, those of you who REALLY want to blog but can’t seem to get into the swing of posting.

Fancy a challenge? It’s EASY, I promise. ONE post to start – anyone can do that!

Head over to the Mrs. Thor facebook page and comment on the challenge post.

And no, this post does not count as a post for the purposes of the challenge! 🙂

A sad story about goals, identity, and forgetting your blog address.

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Sigh.

Seriously, SIGH.

I decided to pop in and post a bit on my lunch break today. I wanted to write about that one time when I had a goal to update my blog every single day for a month – and I did that. And how, at the end of that month, I did not set a new goal, but simply “eased up” – which resulted in about 3 posts in as many months.

I was so happy during November. Here I was, doing what I wanted to do. Spending lots of time on my blog. Updating, interacting, feeling great about myself. Even daring to think about calling myself a writer!

Today, on the cusp of March, I could not remember the web address to my blog admin login panel.

Let me be a lesson to you. Don’t ease up on your goals, or you may find yourself starting from scratch in just a few short months!

Remember that one time?

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Remember that one time when I was on fire and dedicated, and willing to do whatever it took on my quest for collarbones… even if it meant facing my hatred of cold and snow just to make sure I had time to get my daily walk in?

Oh… wait. I don’t remember it either. It’s so “not me.” Today, though, I pushed myself to take a 30 minute walk in 23 degree weather with intermittent 23 mph winds. I made sure I wasn’t feeling frostbitey by bundling the life out of my head, neck, and face with this awesome $5 scarf.

Me, with a weird “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this” look, almost done with a 30-minute walk.
And, for dramatic effect, the snow from the upper left of the above photo.

Dude. Maybe I am turning over a new leaf. I have lots and lots to tell you about my quest for collarbones. It’s been quite a journey.

 

Happy Birthday, Mr. Thor!

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Today is Mr. Thor’s birthday. We will be in the same age decade for at least another 5 years.

If you have read this blog for any length of time, you already know that Mr. Thor has been an overwhelmingly positive force in my life.

He continues to blow me away with the amount of love and support that he offers, continually and unconditionally. Before Mr. Thor, I didn’t really understand what a healthy friendship should look like, I don’t think I knew the true meaning of love, and I definitely had some gaps in my self worth.

To say that he has  been a healing force in my life would not be an exaggeration. He is at times a coach, a therapist, or a cheerleader. He gives me a reality check when I’m going off the deep end and a nudge when I doubt that I have what it takes.

He is hilarious, and I love our inside jokes. We do impressions to make each other laugh. We watch old SNL skits over and over again and laugh hard every time.

He is caring, brilliant, fun, and he has a heart of pure gold.

I wish that every person on the planet could feel the way I get to feel because I know this man.

Happy birthday to the best husband, ever.

The things we do for love (the things we do for love)

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Mr. Thor's monster sandwich.

I make my husband a sandwich just like this most weeknights.

Not pictured:

The salad I make most nights

The apple I cut up most nights

Also not pictured:

The dishes Mr. Thor does most days

The coffee Mr. Thor gets ready most evenings (with a timer!)

The garbage that Mr. Thor takes out most weeks

…OK, now it looks like my contributions are puny! I do laundry, too.

Which brings me to what is also not pictured:

how much I love being married.

 

I love Christmas.

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I do. I love the trappings of Christmas, too. The green and red. The sparkly snowflakes and stripey wrapping paper. I love ornaments for my tree, and up until last year I didn’t really have a home where I could put my tree up. I had no idea what I had for ornaments.

I have balls. Lots and lots of balls. The plain kind from when I was a kid (and they are truly from when I was a kid – I think the boxes had Bradlees and Ames price stickers on them) that are glass and one solid color – red, green, silver, blue, or gold.

This year is my first married Christmas. Mr. Thor and I thought that it would be a good time to start building up our Christmas collection, so that we don’t have to hang these depressing, chipped balls year after year. Well, that’s my reasoning, anyway. I think Mr. Thor just kind of goes along with my whims when it comes to stuff like this.

On Black Friday, I took advantage of the sales at the Corning Museum of Glass and picked up a couple of ornaments that looked just like ornaments I grew up with, only safer:

the one i grew up with involved pins and beads.
the one i grew up with was perched on a VERY pinchy clip.

Then, Mr. Thor’s mom showed up at our house a couple of weeks ago with these two additions:

for the person who has everything.
for the person who is obsessed with cigars.

We were so inspired, and decided that we loved the personality that was starting to take shape on our tree! We decided to buy one more each, that we went to a store and picked out ourselves.

Mr. Thor's pick. I had to wedge him unceremoniously in the tree so that you could see his body.
My pick. He reminds me of a parade float!

The one thing that strikes me as I look through all of these is: BALLS. they are all over the place. I tried to take the pictures around them, but they are everywhere. I think I will keep one box for nostalgia, but the rest have to get permanently phased out.

Did I  mention that I love Christmas and the trappings of Christmas?

Fireworks vs. Cannonballs – Part 2

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During my wonderful chat with my friend Stephanie, I started explaining what I perceive to be the primary problem with my focus, and subsequently, my achievement (or lack thereof). I am interested in too many things, all at once. I want to sew, knit, crochet, bake, cook, learn French, Spanish, & Italian, write books, go back to grad school for an MLS, no wait, an MFA.

And I am not really moving toward any of it. But I am interested in all of it. And I would love to achieve even some of it.

My energy is so divided that it’s like fireworks – a bang and then everything just shoots off in different directions. And, maybe, something pretty for a few seconds – but ultimately it just fizzles out without making a lasting impact.

What I need to do is FOCUS – all caps – so that my energy is more like a cannonball.  A boom, and enough oomph to leave a mark. It might not be pretty, but it will do something.

So, that brings me to my word for 2012: FOCUS. I have been doing a decent job of focusing on the blog, and I hope to keep that going. My first area of focus for 2012 will be… sewing! I took a 2-hour class once and I absolutely loved it. I am signed up for a 10-hour class that starts next month (which is also next year!!)  and covers the basics over a 4-week period.

Ask me how it’s going, if you don’t hear about it.