#29: Flexible (adj.): Capable of being bent repeatedly without damage.
I am a quarter of a century, as of December 1st. Ugh. I am O-L-D. Laugh at my infantile repulsion of the aging process if you must, you older friends and family members, but as I get older, just keep in mind that you do, too. Ha! Now come mourn my lost youth with me. It’ll be fun! I’ll make cookies.
Luckily, I have never been one of those people who has a Life Plan. If I were, I would currently be freaking out about how I was going to manage to write a symphony by the time I was 27, finish and publish a novel by 28, and still manage to have my 2.5 children, picket fence and spotted dog before I turned 30. I have enough to worry about right now thank you, what with all the instability of The Stupid Plan, the longing for Sir, the insanity of the logistics of The Move and the boxes (OH MY WORD, THE BOXES!) that have completely taken over my life.
I have no idea how a small, one bedroom apartment filled a five bedroom house with boxes; boxes blocking the hallways, boxes cluttering the basement, boxes spilling out of the bedrooms, garage and living room and completely driving the dog and cat nuts with new smells and things to jump on/off of.
Having completely disrupted my parents’ lives and turning their house into my personal storage space, I have recently had to ask to infringe on their hospitality a little longer. Remember how I talked about The Plan and its constant fluctuation? Well, it has changed. Again. All you Minnesotans have me for one more month! Let the celebrations begin! I’ll be here until the end of January! Of course this sucks because a) Less Sir, b) Because of the deficiency of Sir-ness, increased whining, and c) I love my family, but having to dig through boxes at 5:30 AM just to find clothes and shoes for work is, not matter what you have heard, NOT FUN. (I know some of you are thinking, “Why don’t you just unpack? Or pick your clothes out the night before?” To those of you, I say, “Hush. I’m talking.”) But postponing my move a month is also good because a) I don’t have to go wedding dress shopping by myself now, b) I have a REALLY nice bonus check coming to me, as well as a raise, and c) The 10 inches of snow over the past three days and the continued promise of SUB ZERO weather has further convinced me that Winter is not so much for me. Especially when the daily weather reports from North Carolina via Sir continue to contain such phrases as, “the grass is still green” and “I wore shorts yesterday.”
I kind of want to break up with The Move. It’s been in some sort of “process” for three months now and THE BOXES. I HATE THE BOXES. I just want to be done with it already. But then everyone tells me that it’s always like this when you move; nothing ever goes as planned. So I’ve had to learn to be flexible. Fine. But people I have to admit that learning to be flexible is seriously starting to conflict with my “It’s all about ME” world-view.
Another thing I have had to be flexible about is the freaking wedding planning. God. We just want a simple wedding and there is SO MUCH you have to do. I didn’t even realize. On top of that there’s the ridiculousness that goes into trying to plan a wedding when you only get to talk to your fiancé once a day, over the phone, and are trying to figure out how to appease families and friends from at least half a dozen states. Yes, we are planning. No, you may not ask about it. We’ll let you know when we figure stuff out. In approximately 2008.
Sir is coming to Minnesota for Christmas this year, so hopefully we will get some face-to-face time to talk about the nuptials. (That’s a weird word, “nuptials.” It’s not spelled like it sounds and saying it makes my mouth feel funny, “nuptials.” Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here amusing myself… “nuptials.”) Of course this will only happen if he has time to talk between chewing. I am cooking up a STORM! I have been hit with an insatiable urge to bake and am in the process of producing cookies, loafs, pies, cookies, desert bars and COOKIES!!! I’m not traveling this year for Christmas, so I get to actually bake all of my favorite deserts and try new ones and I actually have real live people in the house who will eat them!
Because I am paranoid and a perfectionist, I have been doing “test runs” of new recipes that I’ve stolen from other people, just to see if they turn out right, what tweaking they may need and if they pass the Mom and Dad taste test. So far all are good to go. This weekend I’ll be whipping up batches of cookies as holiday treats for my coworkers. There are nine fellow employees I plan to bake for, and I’d like to give them about three cookies of each recipe and I’ve got four recipes, which means… wow… I have to bake nine dozen cookies this weekend. That’s… a lot. Maybe I’ll just give them all Starbucks gift certificates.
I have already promised to try some of Sir’s favorite recipes. He likes weird stuff like, coconut and walnuts. Ew. Nuts are not meant to be in deserts. They are a salty snack that goes well with beer and baseball. But he is going to be with me instead of his parents this Christmas and I want him to feel at home, so I guess that means I have to be flexible.
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Luckily, I have never been one of those people who has a Life Plan. If I were, I would currently be freaking out about how I was going to manage to write a symphony by the time I was 27, finish and publish a novel by 28, and still manage to have my 2.5 children, picket fence and spotted dog before I turned 30. I have enough to worry about right now thank you, what with all the instability of The Stupid Plan, the longing for Sir, the insanity of the logistics of The Move and the boxes (OH MY WORD, THE BOXES!) that have completely taken over my life.
I have no idea how a small, one bedroom apartment filled a five bedroom house with boxes; boxes blocking the hallways, boxes cluttering the basement, boxes spilling out of the bedrooms, garage and living room and completely driving the dog and cat nuts with new smells and things to jump on/off of.
Having completely disrupted my parents’ lives and turning their house into my personal storage space, I have recently had to ask to infringe on their hospitality a little longer. Remember how I talked about The Plan and its constant fluctuation? Well, it has changed. Again. All you Minnesotans have me for one more month! Let the celebrations begin! I’ll be here until the end of January! Of course this sucks because a) Less Sir, b) Because of the deficiency of Sir-ness, increased whining, and c) I love my family, but having to dig through boxes at 5:30 AM just to find clothes and shoes for work is, not matter what you have heard, NOT FUN. (I know some of you are thinking, “Why don’t you just unpack? Or pick your clothes out the night before?” To those of you, I say, “Hush. I’m talking.”) But postponing my move a month is also good because a) I don’t have to go wedding dress shopping by myself now, b) I have a REALLY nice bonus check coming to me, as well as a raise, and c) The 10 inches of snow over the past three days and the continued promise of SUB ZERO weather has further convinced me that Winter is not so much for me. Especially when the daily weather reports from North Carolina via Sir continue to contain such phrases as, “the grass is still green” and “I wore shorts yesterday.”
I kind of want to break up with The Move. It’s been in some sort of “process” for three months now and THE BOXES. I HATE THE BOXES. I just want to be done with it already. But then everyone tells me that it’s always like this when you move; nothing ever goes as planned. So I’ve had to learn to be flexible. Fine. But people I have to admit that learning to be flexible is seriously starting to conflict with my “It’s all about ME” world-view.
Another thing I have had to be flexible about is the freaking wedding planning. God. We just want a simple wedding and there is SO MUCH you have to do. I didn’t even realize. On top of that there’s the ridiculousness that goes into trying to plan a wedding when you only get to talk to your fiancé once a day, over the phone, and are trying to figure out how to appease families and friends from at least half a dozen states. Yes, we are planning. No, you may not ask about it. We’ll let you know when we figure stuff out. In approximately 2008.
Sir is coming to Minnesota for Christmas this year, so hopefully we will get some face-to-face time to talk about the nuptials. (That’s a weird word, “nuptials.” It’s not spelled like it sounds and saying it makes my mouth feel funny, “nuptials.” Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here amusing myself… “nuptials.”) Of course this will only happen if he has time to talk between chewing. I am cooking up a STORM! I have been hit with an insatiable urge to bake and am in the process of producing cookies, loafs, pies, cookies, desert bars and COOKIES!!! I’m not traveling this year for Christmas, so I get to actually bake all of my favorite deserts and try new ones and I actually have real live people in the house who will eat them!
Because I am paranoid and a perfectionist, I have been doing “test runs” of new recipes that I’ve stolen from other people, just to see if they turn out right, what tweaking they may need and if they pass the Mom and Dad taste test. So far all are good to go. This weekend I’ll be whipping up batches of cookies as holiday treats for my coworkers. There are nine fellow employees I plan to bake for, and I’d like to give them about three cookies of each recipe and I’ve got four recipes, which means… wow… I have to bake nine dozen cookies this weekend. That’s… a lot. Maybe I’ll just give them all Starbucks gift certificates.
I have already promised to try some of Sir’s favorite recipes. He likes weird stuff like, coconut and walnuts. Ew. Nuts are not meant to be in deserts. They are a salty snack that goes well with beer and baseball. But he is going to be with me instead of his parents this Christmas and I want him to feel at home, so I guess that means I have to be flexible.
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