Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Dishes-Most appropriately completed after midnight

Okay, I have a secret.  But if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell my mother. 
Ready?
I love to do the dishes! I don't know when this relationship with my kitchen sink developed but I would never cheat on it for a dishwasher. A combination of factors has really solidified my love for dishwashing.
First off, it's time I get to spend by myself.  Let me explain. I am an extrovert.  I love being around people, I love talking, and I love having someone to laugh with.  That being said, after long days of school where I am either studying with others, in class, working on group projects, going to other meetings, and other things, I need time to debrief.  Doing the dishes is my time where I get to reflect on my day and how things are going in my life. After being on the go for about 16 hours, it's nice to do something as mindless as scrub a plate.  This girl just needs time when someone isn't expecting a response or thought out of her.
Second, a clean kitchen gives me piece of mind.  There's something very relaxing about the kitchen having clean counter tops and no clutter.  I don't know where this came from either, because I am not a neat freak.  You should see my bedroom! (And I actually like when that is all picked up and clean too but kitchen has priority.) This is also the reason I cannot study at home, I'd rather clean than do homework so I force myself to leave. In fact, it actually caused me anxiety when my old roommate when bake and not clean up because the counters would be covered in dishes and batter and there would be no clean bowls.  I honestly had trouble going in there and sometimes would just start cleaning even though I told myself not to.
Back on topic, CLEAN KITCHEN = PIECE OF MIND.
Messy kitchens are embarrassing when you have guests over.  I like to have people over for dinner when I get a little bit of free time and I can't stand showing off a kitchen in disarray. A clean kitchen gives off the appearance that I have my life in order whereas a dirty one just means that my life is a mess.  Which it is sometimes...a lot of times, but you know I try and give off a good impression that I have my stuff together.
I have been so busy lately that I haven't been getting home till around midnight each night and so I don't get to the dishes till then either.  That means I am doing the dishes at about 1 am.  That's when everybody does the dishes, right? Good unwinding activity, I swear. 
So really, don't tell my mom because for years she had to force me to dry the dishes at home and I complained and whined.  So she may try to retaliate and force me to do them every time I go back now. 
I'm just hoping tonight I can sweep the floor and clean off the kitchen table.  Then maybe I can start attacking that bedroom of mine...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Apparently I didn't take my vitamins...

I thought I would share a bit of humor today.
This morning as I was getting dressed, okay you caught me it was actually 10 am not the morning anymore I.NEED.SLEEP, anyways, I pulled down a pair of jeans from my closet shelf.  While putting them on, in my still groggy morning state, I realized there was still something in the pocket.  Immediately I was excited because I thought it was money, but lo and behold it was not money, nope in fact it was my vitamin and 2 fish oil pills.  Darn.  I was really hoping for some extra cash because I love when that happens.  Really, I get very excited when I find money I had forgotten about in my pockets. 
Hmmm, when was the last time I wore these jeans?  Yeah no idea.  Sometime last week possibly? I guess i forgot to take my vitamins that day...Oops.  So instead, I took those vitamins today! I think they are still good after a week of being stored in my dirty jeans pocket.  No sense wasting them.
You may wonder why there was ever vitamins in my pocket in the first place.  Well let me tell you.  If I don't have any a big enough breakfast in the morning when I get up, I can't take my vitamins before I leave for school/work because I spend the next few hours feeling nauseous and/or burping up terrible tasting nastiness.  It's gross.  So instead I put them in my pocket and take them with my lunch. Because who really wants that gross taste in their mouth?
I try and mostly succeed at taking all those smelly horsepills everyday.  2400 mg of fish oil to help keep my cholesterol in check (even though I'm 22 and eat vegetables like they are going out of style and exercise approximately everyday and don't really have a family history of high cholesterol), 1 multivitamin to help me not feel dizzy every time I stand up, and 1 Zyrtec/Zyrtec-D to help me be able to not scratch my eyeballs out and not sneeze every other second.  But I'm still super duper stuffy all the time.  FreezesoonFreezesoonFreezesoon PLEASE!
I hope I didn't leave any those pills in any other random locations. :-/

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Don't take yourself so seriously.

I was reading my profile the other day and realized that a sentence in it says I like to have fun and I laugh a lot, mostly at myself.  So I thought I would give you an example of my very funny self. 


At the beginning of August, I traveled to Denver, CO with a few of my brothers for the Theta Tau National Convention.  Of course it was absolutely beautiful there and I really want to move there ASAP, see exhibit A.
Yes, I know you want to go there too.  But don't worry, of course you can come visit me when I am living there. Just remember, you have to thank me.
Anyways, one day at the conference we had a motivational speaker by the name of Corey Ciocchetti and he was awesome to say the least.  You should check out this video by the way called the Lost Generation.
He talked about Chasing Authentic Success and talked about the balance in life.  The one thing that he talked about that has stuck with me most though is not taking yourself too seriously.  He told this really funny story about how he once tried to swat a bee out of his car with his wallet and then he actually ended up throwing his wallet out the window in traffic. Hilarious because the bee was still in there when he got back in the car.
Anyways, back on track.
He then asked the audience when was the last time you laughed at yourself.  Well it just so happened that I actually remembered the last time I had laughed at myself.  In fact, it happened just the night before that.  And it was a very good laugh, the kind that makes everyone laugh with you.  
We were all sitting down for a nice fancy dinner, I mean each plate had its own cover and there were cloth tablecloths and they followed proper serving etiquette, like pulling out your seat and putting your napkin on your lap for you.  But with fancy dinners, you also get ridiculously small portions.  So our meals come and its a chicken breast over a small bed of rice and like 6 green beans, beside the point.  I needed a little pepper to spice up the meal as it was kind of blah.  So I pick up the pepper shaker and attempt to shake some out on my chicken and such.  Two maybe three little flakes fell out.  A little more vigorous shaking.  At this point, I'm thinking This darn pepper shaker, I just want more...And Bam! the pepper top falls off and pepper piles on top of my chicken. [Insert my manic laughter here.] It was funny.  I actually started laughing before anyone saw it too.  That's what you get for cursing the pepper shaker gods, Alyssa, that's what you get.
Everyone at the table of course joined in on the fun.  Austin even helped me clean up the pepper mess by using his chicken breast to dab my chicken breast.  Yes this actually happened also, after he warned everyone at the table to not look.  
And that's how you know if your friend is a true friend...if he will dab his chicken on yours, my friend.  That's how you know it was just meant to be. 
That's the story that came to mind when our speaker asked, When was the last time you laughed at yourself? Turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought of that story because after that session, Laura asked me if it counted if she got to laugh with me because all she could think of was the pepper incident also.  I said yes.
He also asked, How can you ever take yourself seriously after that? Well sir, I don't so don't worry.  
Did you know the average person farts 14 times a day? I learned that too.
Also I laughed at myself again later that day when I was jumping on the hotel bed and hit my head on the ceiling.  Also when Laura and I danced to "Boom, boom, boom" by the Venga Boys.(look it up!)


What can I say? I'm not a serious person.


So, when was the last time you laughed at yourself?
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