Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Forcing Nature and Contact Cases

I think people prefer the funny me to the philosophical me. Not that I'm that funny, but I think lots of things are funny. And lots of people, especially when they don't even mean to be funny. Like when Preston jumped for joy in the kitchen at the exact time that the toaster popped up. That made me laugh really hard. He laughed really hard, and I could tell that he could understand why it was funny. I think he has a really good sense of humor, and if he would not try so hard to make people laugh and just let it flow more naturally all the time, he would be even funnier. He tries really hard sometimes and repeats jokes or stories or weird actions or other things that were funny once but cease to be funny after being repeated too many times. Repetition ruins humor. Usually. Maybe that's why I didn't think Jim Carrey was funny after he was basically the same stupid character no matter what movie he was in, and he always tried way too hard instead of being naturally funny. Like Jimmy Fallon. Naturally funny, and it works for him.

Pretend you like it when I am thoughtful and analytical, at least for the next paragraph or so... 

Whenever we try to force our natures to be one way or another, it never really works. For example, I keep trying to stay at home and not bother other people while I am having problems with MS. I don't want to feel like I am a burden to other people by complaining or asking for help or drawing any attention to the fact that I have a severely diminished capacity to do anything, so I just read and lie on my couch all day, hoping Sadie will be happy even if I don't get up much to play with her. But I am a true extrovert, and not having much contact with friends, neighbors, and really any people over the age of eleven means I am not replenishing my energy source. (Because as much as I really do love my kids, they suck all my energy out instead of giving me more.) I know what I need to do to remedy this situation, but I have to actually make an effort to call people instead of texting, invite people to come over to my house even if it is messy or I am still in pajamas for the third day in a row, and plan fun things anytime I have the energy to do them. I still don't want to complain to people, but by avoiding contact with others, I am really trying to force myself to be a different person, a boring and not funny grumpy person. Just ask my kids about the grumpy part. Kids don't lie. Unless they stole all your chocolate. 

Are there things that you try to force yourself to be? Not things you have to force yourself to do, like exercise or doing the dishes, but trying to change (by eliminating or exaggerating) your nature or your personality traits? Has it ever worked for you? I am not talking about getting rid of bad habits but changing something intrinsic about you.

Okay, that was enough serious talk. 

I needed some new contact cases. I know I'm supposed to change them about once a month, so I thought it would be a good idea to get a pack of one hundred because it ends up saving me about $50. Well, Sadie also thought it was a great idea when she found the box. I found her closing the lids on each case, one by one. She probably had twenty of them out before I found her and took them away. She yelled, "I want dat tontat tases! I need to fits dem!" Preston and Carter have each tried to take a case, and they were each disappointed (read: really upset) that I wouldn't let them have one. "But you have one hundred! Why can't I just have one?" they both said to me at separate times. They don't wear contacts, so I have no idea what they wanted a case for. Why are all my kids suddenly interested in contact cases just because we have one hundred of them? Also, I realized that I don't have a good spot to put such a big box. I should have thought of all these things before buying it. I didn't realize there would be so much drama associated with buying my ten year supply of contact cases. 

I don't know how she knows this, but when I gave Sadie a sunflower seed butter and blackberry jam sandwich yesterday, she said, "It's peanut butter?" I told her what it really was. She replied, "It's wike peanut butter but it's different? It's sunfower butter?" Where would she have ever seen peanut butter?

Sadie just said a prayer completely by herself. "Heaveny Fodder, we tank dee for dis day and for my food. I wuv my mommy and my montee and my daddy. Amen." I'm glad she loves me. And her monkey.

How many hours does it have to snow before the weather forecast changes to 100% chance of snow?

There are small tracks in the snow. I have no idea what kind of animal it could be. They are about an inch and a half long and somewhat narrow. The tracks are about three or four inches apart. Enlighten me, if you have any ideas. Also, I can't tell if there is a dead animal in the road in front of my house or if it is just a big chunk of really dirty snow. I hope it's the snow.


  1. There are lot of thoughts carefully sprinkled in here. I haven't even written in my blog/journal for awhile, because I don't want people to hear me complain. First, we loved having Sadie check our bags for books. She is adorable. I happily would have taken her permanently if I hadn't had such a horrible, awful headache and thrown up after the Sacrament. I am not a normally cheerful person like Kathy Taylor or Amy Braithwaite. I struggle with this. I prefer my solitude, but am learning to share my time. Bella forces me to. I love accompanying and wish I was a better musician but I prefer the lightning approach where Heavenly Father just touches me and I am brilliant without having to work so hard at it. Or at least so I could enjoy the "plowing" more. I am discouraged about my weight but can't seem to do much about it. I love to cook AND eat. I was in my "jammies" yesterday when Amy B dropped off music. I was so embarrassed. Although Melissa, honestly, if I knew you were in pj's I would mind coming to visit in mine.
    I think Preston is pretty funny too. Of course he comes from a genius family so he has reason for that great intellect that lets him make leaps and bounds. I wonder if Bella could pop with the toaster?
    I think we are all trying to be better than we are, and some of us have harder going. I am tired to death of these headaches (!) but then I think of Pam N. and go "Gee Whiz, Cowboy Up!" I wish I had more self control, but then I blame my age....what's with that? OK these are my musings. You are not alone, You are WONDERFUL and I LOVE you bunches.

  2. Maybe a rabbit?

    I don't change my contact case, like, ever. Once a month? How have I never heard that? I've been wearing contacts for 23 years.

    I don't like change so I am no help. But I was kind of judgmental for a while so every time I thought something bad about someone I forced myself to think something good too, and I'm less judgmental now so maybe it worked?