Some Things

There are many days that I very much enjoy living. Not simply being alive, but being. It’s so hard to pause the busy times and focus on the being, but it’s so refreshing. So on this crisp, fall day, here’s some things that I’m living.

Some things I’m currently loving:

That it’s mid-November, and there’s no snow forecasted for the next week.

Candles. Whenever people ask what I want for presents, I always ask for candles. It’s not lame! I love them and burn them constantly. Don’t tell Anne.

Sweater dresses. I could have a hundred of them and it still wouldn’t be enough. Seriously, whenever I see a girl wearing them, I think “She is so adorable!” I even think some guys could pull off a sweater dress. They are that cute.

Toddlers. Babies still freak me out, but toddlers are so fun. And that little blonde girl at church with the super-thick glasses, she is awesome. I really need to stop telling people I’m going to steal her, in case I actually do.

Magazines. I wish I had the money to subscribe to all of them. I could seriously read any magazine cover to cover. In fact, I just read all of Fundraising Success. And no offense to the writers over there, but your magazine is super boring. And I don’t care about fundraising.

Some things I’m irrationally afraid of:

Centipedes. I don’t think they can actually kill me (but who knows, last I heard the jury was still out on science), but they paralyze me. They are so freaking fast—I mean, I guess I would be too if I had a hundred legs—and gross. Enough, I can’t even talk about them.

Those big trailer trucks that transport vehicles. I’m always afraid the cars will roll off on top of my car. It happens ALL THE TIME in movies.

Being lost anywhere that Bear Grylls has traveled. I am not at all resourceful, strong, or know what kinds of bugs/trees I can eat (remember, jury-science, still out). Plus, I never carry flint or a pocket knife, and I don’t know how to use either. I would die in 12 seconds.

Some things I’ve been thinking about lately:

I wish I owned everything I pin on Pinterest. My world would be so awesome.

Movies and TV have made me believe I could survive getting shot. As long as you’re a good character, you can pretty much survive any bullet wound. I don’t know if that’s really true (doctors/nurses/people who have been shot, feel free to comment). But I think I’m a pretty good character. I’d totally survive.

I’m donating blood tomorrow. I’ve been thinking about it since I scheduled it 5 months ago. I really want to beat 6 minutes, my personal best.

Since I’ve been married, I’ve never signed my maiden name or accidently given the wrong name. Except when I have to get in those lines by last name (A-L, M-Z). I always go to the M-Z line. And then I realize my last name starts with B. I did that yesterday. And I’ve been married over a year.

I have been talking/giggling/seeing-spiders-and-trying-to-get-Brett-to-wake-up-and-kill-them in my sleep more and more. Is there a cure for sleep-living? I think it’s the giggling that freaks me out the most. I don’t really giggle in real life, but apparently sleep-Lindsay is a creepy little girl.

What are you loving/irrationally afraid of/thinking about lately?