Monday, August 5, 2019

My spirit animal is a dove.

I just learned something about myself. I learned that my spirit animal is a dove.

I don’t like change, and yet, in the last few months I have had a lot of change in my life. All good change. But still change. 

I decided to move. Same city, just a new place. And I bought a new car. I even won a cruise (sets sail January 2020). These are all great changes, but still stressful. 

One thing I did to alleviate some of the stress was to put a bird feeder out in my new front yard. I love watching birds. Except for pigeons. And only from a distance. I don’t want to get pooped on. Again. (I got pigeon-pooped on campus a few years ago. So began my hatred of pigeons. But I digress.) was 

Anyway, I put out the feeder and after a few days the birds had found it. I bought a “Birds of Texas Field Guide” so that I could identify my guests. There are lark sparrows, and a couple of black-throated sparrows, a robin, two blue jays, at least one house finch, and a bunch of doves...which brings me back to my spirit animal.

Today I refilled the feeder when I got home from work, had my dinner, and sat in the recliner, which I have angled for maximum bird-watching effect. I had probably TWO DOZEN birds pecking away, chirping and squawking, and just generally living their best lives. And then...then a fire truck wailed through the neighborhood scaring away all the birds...all except for one. One lone dove stayed put, munching happily before looking up and realizing it was all by itself. It looked left, looked right, and then I SWEAR it did the birdie equivalent of a shoulder shrug as if it had said “where is everybody? Guys? Where’d ya go? Huh. Weird. Oh look! Birdseed!”

And in that moment I knew my spirit animal is a dove.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

The Steroid Chronicles

This week has been interesting.


March 4, 2019

Today was a long day, but since I try to find the good in every day, I’m happy to report that my second test for mono came back negative. I’ve apparently just had the same sinus infection (interrupted temporarily by a bout of flu) for about 7 weeks.


March 5, 2019

Taking steroids for allegies...
Fun fact #1: there is no sleep. None.
Fun fact #2: munchies. All the munchies.
Fun fact #3: I was still awake at 4:30 am this morning. Meticulously planning how to build a dream home out of shipping containers, with occasional interruption by thoughts of Blue Bell ice cream.
Fun fact #4: I didn't pig out on Blue Bell because I was too tired (but not too asleep) to get out of bed....and because I don't actually have any Blue Bell in the freezer.
Fun fact #5 (added later): there was a box of Little Debbie snacks in the pantry that I totally forgot about. Thank goodness.

March 6, 2019, approximately 9:45 am

I had to share this on Facebook. Too good to keep to myself.




March 6, 2019, approximately 9:45 pm

I just watched 90 minutes of shipping container house videos on YouTube so that I can finish designing my imaginary new home while I’m not sleeping tonight. I needed a few more ideas to maximize storage and natural lighting.

I also put that box of Little Debbie snacks in the trunk of my car so that I don’t add “sugar high” to my already impressive list of maladies that will keep me awake tonight...a list that includes, but is in no way limited to:

  1. Steroid buzz
  2. Final Countdown by Europe on infinite mental repeat
  3. Trying to remember the name of that guy from that show

I even put a pad of grid paper, a pencil, eraser, and ruler on the nightstand in case my upcycled home designs deserve further review later. I might come up with a million dollar idea. Or I might go nuts. Odds are an even 50/50 at this point.


March 7, 2019...aka...today approximately 9:45 am again

I still can't remember the name of that guy from that show. 


I left my phone in the car at work this morning. I took a quick break just now to fetch it. By campus standards, I park really close to my office. By lazy girl standards, it was a long walk. I got to the car, saw the phone through the window, tried to find the clicker to unlock the door...but there was no clicker. I had my office keys in my hand. I left my car keys at my desk. Lack of sleep is making me forgetful, but at least my Fitbit is getting some action.

Also, this video was in my 90-minute YouTube binge last night, even though it has nothing to do with storage containers. It brought a fun twist to my insomnia-induced-architecture last night.



On the positive side, I've gotten a ton of stuff done. My apartment is cleaner than it's been in awhile, not that that's saying much. The kitchen looks empty. I need to go to the grocery store because I'm running out of food due to the munchies. (Yes, I still have those Little Debbie snacks in the trunk of the car. I can't be trusted with middle of the night access to them yet.)


I still have TWO NIGHTS left in this steroid prescription. I will finally be chemically balanced enough to doze like the lazy girl I am...just in freaking time for the daylight savings weekend that takes away an hour of sleep. Super.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Amazon and the Sunday Lunch Crowd

Warning: rant ahead.

One of the unexpected perks of living in Lubbock is that we have an Amazon “store” - an Amazon location where we send our Amazon purchases to wait in a safe location until we come pick them up. No more worries of porch pirates!

However, the Amazon is in a little strip of shops and restaurants with a TINY parking lot. I had planned to pick up my package today after our movie let out, which coincidentally let out around the time most churches let out. (We don’t call our Sunday movie group Movie Church for nothing.) Between Torchy’s on the east end and Tikka Shack on the west, those hungry churchgoers took up EVERY parking spot, even the three in front of Amazon!!!! It’s only three spots. They could have left us those three spots.

Surely there’s a Bible verse about not blocking your fellow man from receiving their worldly goods or something. 

Now I have to go back to try again after work tomorrow. I’m hoping all those restaurant patrons are all at Chick-fil-A since it won’t be Sunday and they can eat God’s chicken again. Wish me luck.