Actually, I did this about an hour ago...

First World Problems in picture

First World Problems

 -- My hand is too fat to shove into the Pringles can so I am forced to tilt it.
-- I can't fit a whole Pringle in my mouth at once without looking like a slob so I have to bite it in half. And they aren't shaped to allow that.
-- I didn't have a #$%& childhood, so I can't turn my pain into art.
-- I had too much food for lunch and now I'm tired.
-- I forgot to take my phone to the bathroom and I was bored the entire time.
-- I'm kind of hungry, but my roommate has guests over and if I go into the kitchen, I'll have to introduce myself.
-- I had to find my own boyfriend because my culture doesn't practice arranged marriages.
-- I accidentally clicked on iTunes and had to wait two minutes for it to open before I could close it.
-- My GPS made me drive through the ghetto.
-- I'm trying to stop at a red light so I can text, but I keep hitting all the greens.
-- I can't hear the TV while I'm digging around in that biodegradable Sun Chips bag.
-- The Domino's Pizza Tracker isn't working. Now I don't know when to put my pants on.
-- My laptop battery is almost dead, but the charger is over there.

-- I'm too lazy to write about my own First World Problems, so I ripped most of these off from someone else.

This is how I felt this morning. Even though I fell asleep on the couch at 8 last night and Dylan carried me to bed.

Every day I spend with him is a little better than the last.

No one will ever get me quite like she does...

   This morning Dylan and I took my mommy to the airport so she could fly back home. We all got together at my grandparents' house in Tennessee, and she came back to Kansas City to see my little house and hang out for a couple of days.
   She was supposed to be on vacation, but instead she cleaned the entire apartment (granted, it's not that big) so thoroughly I was a little embarrassed I hadn't cleaned it like that myself. We are talking, wiping down the ceiling fan and light fixtures and pouring Drano down the tub. She cooked meals for us; baked cookies; bought us groceries; filled the gas tank in the car; and tried to buy us a microwave but purchased a nice bed comforter from Bed, Bath and Beyond instead.
   When I was a kid, we did nearly everything together. We enjoyed shopping and baking and watching the Food Network together; talking about the men in our lives, cussing out backstabbing friends to each other, encouraging each other that we are much more beautiful than we think. We operate on pretty much the same wavelength. We do things at the same speed. We think the same way. We're both relatively quiet. We pick up on the same nonverbal cues. I share similarities like this with other friends, but no one else is on the same level as my mom.
   The last time I saw her was Christmas 2010, and I don't know when I'll see her again. Leaving her at the airport this morning was harder than I had anticipated, and I felt very alone as I walked away.
  When she got back to Nevada she texted me to say, "Because of our shared DNA it's impossible to find a friend to fill your shoes. I'll make do with what's here, but it isn't the same."
  Goodbyes suck.
  I hate them more than ANYTHING in this world, and that is not an overstatement.

My mother dear didn't really care for The Walking Dead [rephrase: she looked horrified at the end of the episode] but she did enjoy The Big Bang Theory. All is not lost!!

It's the real-life version of Up!! :)

House

So heartwarming!

When Everyday Objects Come Alive

Expectation vs. Reality

Dr. Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang Theory. He's funny in real life too!

I waste an insane amount of time. Watching The Big Bang Theory. Surfing the internet. Playing on my phone. But... I don't care.

I'm "quite" during games, too.

You're an idiot. Thanks .

This is precious to me.

"Charley was preceded in death by Virginia, his wife of 72 years, just last spring.  Ginny, an impatient woman was probably telling him to get it moving, and Grandpa always did what she asked."

Things I learned today.

This is how I do algebra.

Depressing.

"On November 3, 2011, Jerry N. Miner, went from paradise in Maui to paradise in Heaven while vacationing with his wife Barbara...."

Go away.

Some days I just want to cry. For absolutely no (or the stupidest) reason. At the wrong time. In the worst location.

Everyone is being rude today.

This is why I'm friendly!

The other day my Facebook status was "Sometimes it pays to be a little extra cheerful. You never know who might need that smile." At work that day, I had called a funeral director to confirm an obituary; he sounded tired and stressed out, probably from dealing with the family. I was cheery and made him laugh, and later he emailed me to thank me for always being so friendly.

This morning I was really dreading coming into work because I figured there would be at least 20 obituaries waiting for me. I wasn't feeling very chipper, but I put on a face and acted that way. I emailed a funeral home to let them know I got the obituary they sent, and I used exclamation marks, "Happy Saturday!" and a smiley face, like I always do (who cares if emoticons aren't very professional? Someone's gotta make this job a little less morbid). The director emailed me back with, "I always enjoy when you get my obits. You are such a cheerful person. Have a great day."

And that's just what I needed to put a smile on my face.

People do notice whether you're nice or not. My mom always told me if I wanted friends, I had to show myself to be friendly. People don't always respond, and they may growl and ignore your happy greeting, but they pay attention. Being friendly makes such an impression, and it makes it worth it a thousand times over when someone is nice to you in return.

Ah.

Using knives, tweezers and surgical tools, Brian Dettmer carves one page at a time. Nothing inside the out-of-date encyclopedias, medical journals, illustration books, or dictionaries is relocated or implanted, only removed.

I love you, Dylan Rada.

Today marks 8 months with my best friend.

There are no limits to what an obituary can say.

"Carol Williamson Dias, after 84 years of a long and full life, died on October 31st 2011.  October 31st was a fitting day to pass on, for someone who so thoroughly loved candy...."

It's a cup-half-full sort of day

Today, I'm choosing to look at the bright side of life.

It's all about perception, really. Everything has at least two sides, and I can pick which side to stare at.

 I blame a lot of unhappiness on circumstances ("I'm tired" "People were rude to me at work"). But I don't have to let those circumstances ruin the rest of my day. Just gotta clean the glasses and see things a little differently.

 This is extremely applicable to me, since I deal with so much death, so closely, so often. Especially when I do obits for kids my age, or toddlers, or babies, or parents with young children (which I have done far too many of lately) I am reminded that life is precious and I am blessed.





"...Serenity to accept the things I cannot change."

Tears are healing. I take comfort in that. At least I still feel.

I know Halloween is over, but I wish I had done something like this...

The person I'm directing this to will get it.

For those of you up at Union!

More fears.

I often pray that God will keep my mind intact my entire life, regardless of how long I live. I would much rather die at 57, quick and sharp and aware of everything around me, than to live thirty more years and not know who my family is or where I am. It's the quality of life that counts.

I also pray -- sometimes desperately -- that my future child will be mentally healthy. I can handle physical handicaps, but mental disabilities actually frighten me and I don't know how to deal with them. I'm not trying to sound harsh or insensitive, it's just not something I can accept. It's safe for me to say I am slightly terrified of them. It's not the person's fault, but they scare me anyway.

This is probably not socially acceptable in the slightest, but that's just the way I feel.

I really miss this.

It's not a Halloween costume. I shall dress my baby like this in the winter time :) Snow bunny.

The following post is solely for Savannah Clark's viewing pleasure, because she is the only person I know that finds kitties as adorable as I do.

HA. HA.

When I was a younger teen I used to think boys looked cool with saggy pants.
I have become aware of the error of my ways and repented.

Milemark

Hey, it's my 100th post.
How insignificant.