The Karma Bug

The whole family had the stomach bug. So I think to myself, I'm going to brain power my way out of it! I felt a little queasy, and I'm not gonna lie, I was doubled over in pain at one point. But I said, "NO, I am NOT sick." So I went on with my day acting like I was fine and telling myself over and over how I could beat the odds. I made plans and followed through with them, without passing out or puking.
I decided to go to the mall with my friend, and guess what? We were hit by a speeding car running a red light.
I guess if you dodge one bullet, another is on it's way, and that one is much worse.

It's Lent and I gave up Pepsi! But this is Coke so okay!

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. In the Catholic world, this is the day that everybody swears to give up chocolate (sweets), fast food, or some other indulgence that gets in the way of their walk with the Lord. Of course, when Sunday comes, it is permissable to break the fast because Sunday's aren't officially part of the 40 days of Lent. I know this full well from when I gave up alcohol for Lent because every Saturday night at midnight, I was getting my week's worth! Tomorrow is also a fasting day, which means two small meals and one big meal, and no meat. Finally, it's a Holy Day of Obligation, so Mass attendance is required.
When I was thinking all these things over, I realized that Lent isn't hard at all! Not compared to being beaten and dying on a cross anyways. So, I want to try and give up something difficult. But not too difficult, ha. What I mean is, I can't give up TV because honestly, I would be so bored and start wallowing in self pity and I know myself well enough to say that it wouldn't be beneficial to my spirit. I don't want to give up le smokes because, well, that would just be mean to my employers. I could just imagine me spouting off what I REALLY think when the babies try to squirm away from a diaper change. Plus, going out to the porch is a great opportunity to talk to the mom and dad, so no, I'm not gonna give that up.
What I was thinking is that I'll give up waking up late. If I can accomplish getting dressed, putting my laundry away, brushing my teeth, saying my prayers, and making my bed (all large tasks for a live-in au pair) before I start working in the morning, then I think I will be a more pleasant person. If I'm well rested and put together, then I'll have more opportunity to spread God's love vs. when I'm cranky and moody. Ok, so deal! I'll let you know on Easter how it goes...

Worries and Anxieties

I really like myself a lot, but sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one so fond of me...

Lenten Promise

Dear Lord,
I would like to give up TV for Lent this year, but The Bachelor season finale is on and I just can't miss it.

Love, Your daughter

PS- Do you think you could swing it so the surprise ending is that Jason comes and proposes to me?!

Queen of the house

This little angel is my goddaughter. Tonight we were talking on the phone and she declared "I'm a princess and my daddy is the king."
"Who is the queen?" I asked.
She responded, "Umm, Grammy!"
When my sister came back on the line, she was quite offended...

You're a twitter.

So, who's heard of this new twitter phenomenon? Apparently, it's a networking tool that you can update from your computer or cell phone. Basically you become friends with other people you know, and then send and receive messages with what you're doing. For instance, my twitter status right now would be "Laura is sitting on her bed with her computer." However, I don't have a twitter account. I started one and less than 4.5 minutes later, it was deleted. I just don't feel comfortable with it. I don't know one person in the whole spectrum of my friends and family circles that I would like to have minute by minute updates on me. Privacy is sacred in this world of 20/20 stalkers and human traffickers. Serious dangers aside, I feel like this is the peak of narcissism. If you for one second think that anybody in the world cares that "your name is sitting a dark room, pondering how a square peg could ever fit in a round hole" then you are sadly mistaken! And, you might want to get on some anti-depressants, emo!

Rude People

It's rude to call people rude. So, allow me to be a bit unkind for a minute. This past weekend I had the pleasure of eating at The Melting Pot, a very delicious fondue restaurant. It was the day before Valentine's Day, and the place was decked out in red and pink. My friend and I were perusing the menu when our waiter, Tom, walked up.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" he greeted us. Then looking from me to her, he took a step back and asked "Are you two together?"
My immediate reaction was to say "Are you serious?! No, she's just one of my best friends!"
But then when he walked away, after my flushed cheeks started to turn back to normal, I realized how out of line was that question. Since when is it okay for restaurant staff to inquire about guest's personal lives? I began to think how it would even be inappropriate had I been sitting with a man. I'm pretty sure that it's none of their business! (Plus, can I just ask who he thought was the butch one?)
My friend's solution to the problem was proceeding to flirt with Tom for the rest of the night. (that was also fueled by the drinking of our $60 bottle of cakebread cellers sauvignon...) Naturally, she wanted him to know that she was only interested in men. My passive aggressive approach? When he mentioned that he had just had wine at a tasting earlier that night, I snapped, "So THAT'S why you're drunk."
However, I still left him a generous tip because it's not his fault that the world is so jaded and it's not out of the ordinary for two girls to be dating. Just remember that when you assume, you make an ass-out of-u-and-me.