Just Say No!

I wanted to have a New Year's resolution, but I didn't want it to be just another resolution that I write down and never even think about again. One of my goals for 2009 is to be more balanced. But I still felt like I needed some more defined goals, so I've come up with another one.

I want to be better about saying NO. I'm usually so concerned about not pleasing everyone, I won't say NO. But this year, I'm going to make it a GOAL. Maybe that will make it easier.

And then I thought....I have a lot of friends who have a hard time saying NO. Maybe they'd like to join my "Just Say No" club, too.

So if you have the same problem, and want to try to overcome it and say NO more often, reply to this post and join the throng of peoplepleasers who want to reform.

JUST SAY NO!!!!

Never Blog After Midnight!!!!

I swear. It's really not a good thing. Nothing good can come of it!!! Really. Cuz even when I read an awesome blog post by someone, it's not like I can remember it when my brain is fried. But I can't stop. I'm just TOOOOOO curious. Gotta find out what my friends are blogging. And my imaginary friends. You know. The ones I stalk. And then it's an hour later and I'm still not in bed.

So I'm linking to Della Hill's blog. It's fitting. Happy blogging, facebooking, bulletin boarding, youtubing, and whatever-other-internet-vice-you-have-ing!

A Poem About Cleaning (And Why I Suck At It) by Della Hill

Thanks, Della, for putting into words what I don't want my husband to EVER comment on. (Had to put that in for the next time he reads my blog.) :D

When earth and hell conspire against you, remember you have friends...

I was thinking about a friend today and how someone was mean to her. This phrase went through my head and I just had to blog it.

I am grateful for friends because they make us feel better about ourselves. Friends share their embarrassments so that we're less embarrassed about our own flops. Friends smile at us when they see us in the hall. Friends don't worry about not smiling when everything is going wrong. Friends crack a joke at the most inappropriate time, just because they know we REALLY need the laugh. Friends share a special story that touches our hearts and comforts us. Friends give us a hug. Friends watch our kids in a bind. Friends let us see their messy kitchens. Friends let us see their messy houses. Friends let us see their messy kids. Friends ignore our irritability. Friends listen to us vent.

Friends make it all worthwhile.

Help! The last of my Christmas ornaments aren't putting themselves away!!!!

Not sure what the deal is here.... I've been waiting for weeks now, and some of my Christmas stuff is still out. I mean, REALLY, shouldn't they be away by now????

Seriously! How are the little elves going to come and clean my house if the Christmas stuff isn't cleaned up???

Those ornaments are really slacking!!!!

Someone Stop My Head!!! It Keeps Spinning!!!

I'm wondering if I publicly admit that I'm neurotic, if I'll feel less stressed. I actually Googled the signs of a nervous breakdown the other day because I wanted to see if I was going to have one. I have about half of the symptoms, but the fact that I keep working out and that I'm calling friends and still want to be social apparently means I'm still sane.

It seems that the more stressed I get, the more little stupid things bug the crap out of me. Not sure exactly where I was going with this thought, so I'll just leave it at that.

We went down to the beach for a few days. We don't get the channel that plays The Dog Whisperer here at home, but it was on cable down at the beach and my husband and I watched episode after episode. (I guess they were having some marathon or something.) There was this dog that had experienced some trauma and then the owner had a laser pointer and was playing with the dog, having the dog chase the laser light. And ever since, the dog is always frantically looking around for the illusive light.

Cesar Millan said the dog was neurotic. I guess that's why the word has been on my mind. I'm not calling myself a dog. But I keep seeing that dog frantically running around, looking all over the place, and I feel like that sometimes. Most of the time. A lot lately. But I don't think I'm talking to myself yet, so I think that's another sign that my sanity is intact. Also, there are no voices in my head.

Yet.

And I don't sleep all the time.....another sign that a nervous breakdown is not in my immediate future.

.....maybe I just need more sleep????

Oh, The Blessed Quiet

I checked - it's not a church hymn. I'm pretty sure that if it was, it would be sung in Relief Society.

Yes, the kids are back at school. It's quiet. And I almost don't know what to do with myself! Note that I said "almost". I was just talking to my sister and her kids don't go back to school for another week. They were whining and crying and I could hear them over the phone. I told her they were killing my "high". And then I promptly got off the phone.

I know. Bad sister.

So. 2009. The last year before I turn 40. *GASP* I really can't believe it!

I have ONE goal for this year, and that is to be more balanced, and thus less stressed. That's my goal and I'm sticking to it!!!!

Happy New Year!