Working hands, busy mind

I cleaned my stove tonight. I cleaned it because I clean it once a week. Yep. Every Wednesday night, it’s stove-cleaning time.

Isn’t it beautiful? I love me a bright, shiny stove!

Um… well…

Now, if you know me at all, you’re laughing, because I tend to clean when I can see a difference between clean and unclean. Or company is coming over. Or there’s been a Plague in the house and I’m banishing germs. Or it was a year ago and the dust bunnies are catching fire.

Truthfully? I cleaned the damn stove because it had been a month or two, and it was disgusting. And I was waiting on a return phone call and was passing the time. Like ya do. Cleaning a stove…

You see, I find that when I need to really reflect on something, I do a repetitive chore. Something that desperately needs to be done, but isn’t taxing on my brain. Weeding. Ironing. Matching socks. I turn off my tunes or the TV and just get busy.

I think about an upcoming sermon series. I pray for people that I know, for my patients, for my family.

That sounds so Holy. So pastor-like. And sometimes I do those things.

But other times, I’m preparing a grocery list. I’m trying to remember if my dentist appointment is this week or next week. (Whew! It’s not until August!) I’m deciding what we might do for fun this weekend, or I’m just bitching aloud to no one in particular.

Sometimes it’s brutal. I’m replaying conversations in my head. I’m improving my arguments for the next time I’m in head-to-head verbal jousting. And I tend to downplay how much I mess things up on a regular basis.

I forget that self-examination and growth takes work, and I sure don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather show the work almost completed (like this photo) rather than own up to just how bad things are.

How bad? Really bad. I don’t have a picture. It was gross.

I haven’t solved a damn thing tonight. I’m in a pissy mood. The phone call never came. The world with its soul-sucking politics is still the same. But I have a clean stove.

P.S. No, I don’t want to do your chores. Don’t even bother asking. Clean your own stove.

before I crash…

Had to finish a “conflict personality test” (which was blind and I won’t know the score for a few weeks – like I don’t know what my conflict style is you bunch ‘o idiots??? but I digress…) ANYWAY…

Here’s my my results for the free on-line test… I guess it’s me??

Your personality type:

Popular and sensitive, with outstanding people skills. Externally focused, with real concern for how others think and feel. Usually dislike being alone. They see everything from the human angle and dislike impersonal analysis. Very effective at managing people issues and leading group discussions. Interested in serving others and probably place the needs of others over their own needs.

Careers that could fit you includes:

Teachers, consultants, psychiatrists, social workers, counselors, clergy, sales representatives, human resources, managers, events coordinators, politicians, diplomats, writers, actors, [web] designers, homemakers, musicians, religious workers.

(I’ve italicized my job experience, some in a former life… Interesting!)

I guess I have mellowed with age.. I used to be an ESFJ. Now I’m an ENFJ. But I just finished watching ESPN… (BaDUMbum)


fun vs. madness

As this rant begins, please understand that I like to have fun. I like to dress up. I’ve bought my share of Disney costumes because “nothing else” would do.

We’ve handled Hallowe’en different ways. We’ve just gone to a “holy” Hallowe’en party at a church (aka “Harvest Party” or “Trick or Trunk” which takes the holiday and plasters it with Bible characters.) We’ve been at a friend’s house. We’ve walked our kids around the neighborhood and socialized with friends… and we’ve gone away for the weekend. I’ve sewn elaborate costumes, and created simple ones. This year I have done nothing to help the girls with their costumes… they both had their own ideas. One is dressed as “Polly” from “An Acceptable Time” and the other one is “A Paradise Lost” (A pair of dice- lost). I am going to be “Miss Understood”. Tiara, scepter and regal banner across my chest.

It was the article in the Washington Post yesterday on the highly hyped and sexied-up costumes for our girls that first got my thoughts whirling. Though I don’t know what took so long to get people’s attention, because I have been distressed by some of this “tarting up” of Hallowe’en (not my favorite holiday, anyway.)

I wonder why we feel the need to give in to these whims of our kids, especially our girls. Why we let them bare their bellies or wear fishnets and high heels. Yes, it is only make-believe. Yes, they can pretend. But do you really REALLY want your 10 year old to be dressed up as a “french maid”? Or as some kind of “fairy-licious” creature who is showing more skin than they do in a bathing suit? Why is it that boys don’t seem to feel the need to accentuate their various body parts?? Google “pre-teen Halloween” and see what I mean…

There is a line between being a prude, being creative, and being exploitative. I don’t know as I have figured that one out yet. But there’s one thing I do hope becomes clear…

I hope parents will finally realize that most of the costumes out there are market-driven, product placement cheap “made-in-prison-factories” outfits. They are not creative. They are not fun. They sell movies. They capitalize on games. This is all OK, I guess, as long as you can see yourself as a market-driven pawn.

I really dislike it. (That summation was in case I wasn’t clear…)



temper, temper

My, my, my.

A friend who is a teacher sent me this link to read the rants and raves of modern educator/s/. Well, as a student (as long as the checkbook holds out) I was a bit bemused. As I work on my second graduate degree, I still find professors who (a) do as little as possible to get by because they are tenured or (b) do as much as they can to help students learn and grasp their chosen profession. There doesn’t seem to be any “Mr. (or Ms.) In-between” — not in my experience, anyway.

I would also note that whoever wrote the rant on May 21st does not talk like a human being. At least, not like any of the people I deal with in the “real world.” I am very VERY tired of people who sound like they swallowed a thesaurus, whether they be professors or seminarians. Actual quote:

“May your perfidy ramify through your life, so that all your dealings are as twisted as you are.”

Goodness. Someone needs a nap!

Oh wait. I forgot. That’s MY job. You lecture. I nap! Riiiiiiight. Whatever.



I love spring and all… but not this week.

As the pollen count climbs, I feel like doing less and less, but have more and more to do.

YES – I am taking care of myself. Enough water, rest and healthy foods. Once the trees stop blooming, my sleep will be much easier. Besides, breathing isn’t optional…

Move over, cat, I’m napping, too…