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Friday, February 29, 2008

Second that emotion

So they (the powers that be) always play music in our lobby at work, and any time I get up to go to the bathroom (which requires me to traverse the lobby), whatever song is playing inevitably gets stuck in my head for hours. It’s pretty amusing, actually, because I will be sitting at my desk (like I am now) and have some random song in my head (like “Second That Emotion”) and have no clue how it got there. Who knows what else I’m subconsciously absorbing in my head throughout the day?

So my rage against anonymous posters yesterday was unknowingly directed at my own sweet mother-in-law… how’s that for foot in mouth? :) I apologize, Terrie, and feel free to continue commenting! It got me to thinking about other things that I have said in the wrong place at the wrong time… and most importantly, in front of the wrong people. I think God uses those situations to teach us to be slow to speak… guess (as evidenced below) I am also slow to learn :)

1. When I was in elementary school, I was playing on the monkey bars with one of my friends at recess. I remember telling her that I didn’t like this girl named KK, and that I didn’t want to be friends with her. Well little did I know that KK was sitting right behind us, and when her eyes caught mine, I assured her that I was talking about another girl named KK… one that didn’t go to our school. Great excuse, Amanda, especially because KK is SUCH a common name.

2. Flash forward about 10-15 years: when I was in college, my mom sold clothes out of the house (sort of like Mary Kay, but for clothes) for a bit. One of her friends had come by in her workout gear and was perusing the collection. I came down the stairs and started making small talk, and remembering that one of my mom’s older friends that lived nearby was having a baby. Sure that it was her, I looked at her stomach and asked when she was due. With a confused look on her face, she asked what I was talking about, and then quickly realized that I thought she was pregnant. She assured me that she wasn’t pregnant, just “fat” (in her words). Talk about most awkward situation ever. I hope she forgot, even though I sure haven’t.

3. When I was 12, we (my family) moved to Austin for my dad to start a new job. I knew little about the job, except that his title was CEO. I didn’t understand what a CEO was at the time, but my dad (trying to get me to stop asking so many questions, no doubt) explained to me that, in simple terms, it just meant that he was in charge of everyone else (he was just playing around- don’t worry, he isn’t conceited:). So a few weeks later, my dad took Allison and me out to eat dinner with one of the guys he was working with. This guy happened to mention that he was the President or VP or something along those lines of the company. I turned to him and said, “Yeah, my dad’s still in charge of you, right?” Umm… who says that? Sorry, Dad :)

That last one wasn’t so much awkward as it was rude, but I thought it fit. Have any of your own foot in mouth stories to share?

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Let it be known

Let it be known that I do NOT like anonymous comments on my blog. If you are man (or woman) enough to comment, then don't be so cowardly as to not own up to it. I don't want to have to change my comments section to where only registered users can comment, so please, "Anonymous," claim your comment or don't leave it at all.

Oh, and if you happen to be the person that left the dumb comment about Icecreamwala a few months back, then I'd prefer that you just didn't comment at all :)

I know this post sounds like I'm angry, and I assure you that I'm not, just wanted to make my irritation with anonymous commenting known :) I'll try and think of something clever to blog about later today- suggestions for topics are always welcome!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

My man

I saw this on someone's (ok, it was a random stranger’s) blog and I thought it would be fun… feel free to copy and paste!

1. Who is your man? Brian Wayne Joiner
2. How long have you been together? 4 years and 2 months… married for almost 7 of those months
3. How long did you date? 3 years and 8 months (counting engagement)
4. How old is your man? 24
5. Who eats more? He would say the he does, but I snack more, so I’m going to say me
6. Who said "I love you" first? Brian did… and I sweetly answered, “I’ll have to get back to you”
7. Who is taller? Brian by about 6 or 7 inches
8. Who sings better? No comment :)
9. Who is smarter? Depends on the subject! Brian is good at random trivia, but I could school him in some subjects…
10. Whose temper is worse? That would be me… poor Bri guy
11. Who does the laundry? Me—if Brian did it, we would go months without clean laundry
12. Who takes out the garbage? Brian for the most part
13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? From the perspective of sitting in the bed, I’m on the right. But if you’re looking at the bed, I’m on the left. Make sense?
14. Who pays the bills? Both of us
15. Who is better with the computer? Brian
16. Who mows the lawn? Mr. Jose from the church :)
17. Who cooks dinner? Mostly me, but Brian helps on occasion (I “let” him deal with the meat!)
18. Who drives when you are together? Brian
19. Who pays when you go out? Brian… he’s my sugar daddy- ha ha
20. Who is most stubborn? I’d say it’s a tie—you would think it was me, but he is very insistent about some things
21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Brian
22. Whose parents do you see the most? Brian’s- they live close by and we go to church with them
23. Who kissed who first? I think it was a mutual effort? But he was the instigator… while we watched “Iron Chef”- ha ha ha!
24. Who asked who out? Brian did… we were pretending to play Jeopardy (asking questions like, “What’s your favorite color, for $500?”) and in Double Jeopardy, he asked if I would go on a date with him for $500 or something along those lines… I went, but never did get that money!
25. Who proposed? Brian did, duh… next to the lake in Austin on Christmas Day, 2006
26. Who is more sensitive? Me
27. Who has more friends? Maybe me? Maybe it’s a tie? Hard to say
28. Who has more siblings? Me – 3; Brian – 1

Monday, February 25, 2008

Some beach...somewhere

So today I walk into the dentist office for the first round of my crown/filling extravaganza. I check in at the front desk, and promptly grab a seat in the waiting room. As soon as I sit down, the familiar sound of country music fills my ears, and these—seriously—are the lyrics that I heard playing at that very instant:

“The nurse finally said doc’s ready for you
You’re not gonna feel a thing we’ll give you some Novocain
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum*
And he started drilling before I was numb…”

I actually looked around the room to see if someone was laughing, possibly playing a trick on me, but no, it was just irony rearing its little head in the form of the song, “Some beach somewhere.” The good news is that the dentist did wait until I was good and numb (3 shots later) and it really didn’t hurt. I was numb for a while, but I was able to successfully consume my pb sandwich, banana, and pretzels less than an hour later for lunch. I was worried that I would be spending the afternoon wiping drool off my chin at work.

*I apologize to Allison who I know flinched or cringed when she read the words “stuck that needle.”

There are a few things to report in dog news: It was a beautiful weekend here in the Houston area—not a cloud in the sky. I decided to be a good mom to Noah and went out in the backyard to play with him for a bit. Playing with Noah works like this: I throw him a ball, he goes and picks it up and runs off… and doesn’t come back. He usually then proceeds to eat the ball. It’s a lot of fun- really. Well after doing this with him for a bit and playing tug-of-war with the old hose that he has deemed a chew toy, I decided it was time to go inside. Noah apparently did not like this, as he began scratching at the back door hoping to change my mind. I ignored it, as any good dog mom would, and went to grab something to eat.

All of the sudden, I heard the sound of water running through the pipes. I thought to myself, “Hmm, that’s weird… the washing machine isn’t on and I didn’t turn on the dish washer…” and then I realize that it’s coming from outside. I go into the backyard to find Noah standing guiltily next to a water spout that is gushing out water. How he did it, I have no idea. But folks, Noah turned that water spout on by himself. I think he must have jumped on it at the right angle or possibly used his teeth. Having seen Brian turn it on to fill his water bowl every day, I guess he just paid close attention and tried it on his own. I couldn't decide whether I was angry or amazed.

Dog story # 2: Yesterday I walked over to the church to meet Brian after youth group so we could go grab some dinner. I noticed some dog food on the sidewalk and jokingly asked if he had been snacking on it. He informed me that there was actually a stray puppy hanging out by the dumpster across the street and that someone had put it there in an attempt to feed him. It was then and there that I met poor little Buster.

Buster is a cute little dachshund (I think it should be spelled “doxon,” personally) mix, probably around 6 months old. It was clear that he had made this dumpster area his temporary home, which of course, made me want to cry. Brian and I hung around for a minute debating whether or not to leave and come back later to see if he was still there, or to take him with us. Of course, it took just a few of those sad puppy dog looks and he was in the back of Brian’s truck and on the way to our house.

I named him Buster because I felt bad calling him “little dog” all night. Buster spent the night in our backyard, whimpering for a bit, and then finally settling in underneath our grill. We put some signs up around the ‘hood today to see if someone claims him (he doesn’t look homeless), and decided that we’ll give it a week. If we don’t hear from anyone, then Noah just might have himself a little brother, whether he wants one or not :). Brian has been slowly introducing them to one another today, so fingers crossed that they get along… at least until the week is over!

And because this post is already getting a bit lengthy, I am only going to blog about one more topic: presidential campaign commercials. I am so tired of watching them. Just because you are coming/came to do a debate in my great state does not mean I want to see your face making lofty promises to me every 5 minutes on my tv screen. Let’s be honest, you are probably not going to be any more likely to follow through on your promises than the middle school student body president was likely to get coke machines put in each classroom. Personally, I would almost prefer to watch local car dealership commercials (My name’s Lawrence Marshall and we clobber big city prices… ring a bell?). It’s not that the election isn’t important, it’s just that the actual election is still 9 months away and I am already tired of hearing about it :) Please pardon my political apathy.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

It might be someone else

“Someone’s beeping in… I hate to put you on hold but it might be someone else.”

A woman actually just said that to me on the phone. It might be someone else…hmm, you think? You don’t think it could be me beeping in? Wow.

So today is Hump Day (I really hate that phrase so I’m not sure why I contributed to spreading it, sorry). It’s exciting, however, because yesterday (being the day after a holiday) felt like a Monday, and to already be in the middle of the week this quickly (and thus closer to the end) is pretty great.

I spent a wonderful long weekend visiting my sis in Salt Lake City, and was very thankful to have an extra day to spend there and not worry about hurrying back on a Sunday evening. So thank you, Presidents, for existing, and consequently giving us a day off from work. We spent the weekend how any sisters should… eating, shopping, and eating. It was magical, even if my wallet is a little emptier and my pants are a little snugger. Snugger? Is that a real word? It shouldn’t be.

I would say that I also visited Wade when I went to SLC, but as he was slaving diligently over his thesis on his laptop for 90% of my visit, it was really more of a sissy-bonding weekend. He did, however, play some key roles in the weekend: preparing our dinner twice and making sure I wasn’t dead after I ate it while sledding. It was my first adventure sledding, and what an adventure it was. We had borrowed an “Air Thunder” sled from some of Allison & Wade’s friends, and headed to the park early (in true Nelson style) to beat the crowds.

And beat the crowds we did… we were the only ones there. Allison decided that I should go first (hazing) and was patient with me while I situated myself on the sled. Then she gave me a small push and off I went. I quickly found myself turning around backwards (not a position that you ever want to be in when speeding recklessly down a hill of ice and snow), and turned back around facing forward just before I had the good fortune of hitting a small hill. And when I say small hill, I mean “pain-inducing death trap.” I slammed down onto the sled after clearing the hill and instantly felt pain in what I thought was my back. So instead of holding on and finishing out my ride, I decided to let go. Not sure why, but I did, and ended up spinning ungracefully into a pile of pathetic-ness on the nearby snow.

Wade rushed over to make sure I was ok, and I tried very bravely to hold back tears because I was certain that permanent damage had been done. Nonetheless, I was up and walking just a minute later with only a bruised tailbone and sore neck to remind me of my spill. And don’t worry, I got right back on that sled and went again… more cautiously, however.

And speaking of holding back tears, I did not do as well of a job at it yesterday when I left the dentist’s office. You see, dental visits have always been a source of strife for me. When I was in 1st grade, all 4 Nelson children went to the dentist in one visit. 3 of those Nelson children went home with no cavities. One of them went home with 8… can you guess who it was? Yes, 8 cavities. I think I mentioned this in my post about Phyllis, and if you’ll read about what she brought us to eat on her regular visits, you might see why I somewhat blame her  Anyway, although I’ve knocked the amount down to 1-2 cavities per visit, it is almost a guarantee that I will have at least one. I actually have more cavities than I do teeth, isn’t that impressive?

So sadly, at age 24, I still cry when I leave the dentist. Partially it’s because I am a perfectionist, and nothing says “you’re nowhere close to perfect,” like gross holes in your teeth. And partially it’s because repairing teeth is expensive. And by the way, let me assure you that I do, in fact, have very good dental hygiene- I never miss a brushing and I floss religiously. Unfortunately, as the dentist put it yesterday, it’s 50% how you take care of them, and 50% what cards you’re dealt… and apparently my dental cards aren’t so hot. :o)

Anyway, such is life and I will get over it. Say a prayer that my next check-up in September goes a little bit better. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this Richmond fun fact:

There are 14 baseball fields in the city of Richmond. Impressive.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

I choo-choo-choose you!

It’s Valentine’s Day! I love this holiday and always have, so if you are a hater, you need not comment on this post, because it will only make me like you less. What is not to love about Valentine’s Day? Lots of pink, lots of flowers, lots of candy… it’s magical.

This morning I got up early so I could make breakfast for Brian. I made French toast for the first time ever… sad, isn’t it? It went much better than my first attempt at peach cobbler, for those of you who were wondering (in case you hadn’t heard, I didn’t learn the difference between baking soda and baking power until attempting to make peach cobbler for Brian on his birthday last year…oops). I woke him up early, which he always totally appreciates, and made him take a bite before I had to leave for work. I think I really did it more for my own benefit than his, sadly. I was beaming with pride and excitement about successfully making and bringing Brian breakfast in bed, and meanwhile he was forced to more or less inject sugar into his veins before he was ever even truly awake. Sorry, hubby, but happy Valentine’s Day to you!

I don’t know about you, but I really miss those Valentine’s Day parties that we used to have in elementary school. My favorite part was not picking out Valentines for others, but rather it was decorating my own shoe box. For some reason I just thought that was a lot of fun.

In 5th grade (when I reached my prime in life), I actually had TWO boys that were “after” me when Valentine’s Day rolled around. One of them got a bunch of those stickers that looked like candy hearts and picked out the ones that applied to me/us and stuck them to the inside of my desk when I wasn’t looking. At the ripe young age of 10, I was more freaked out by the term “Hot stuff” than I was flattered, so unfortunately he ended up losing the battle for my heart, and oh what a battle it was.

The winner was the one who came over to my house on the ice day the day before (which rarely happened) and asked me out in person. He brought his friend with him, who I actually thought was cuter, and all I really remember about the encounter was that I hid in the bathroom while Allison tried to play mediator. I said yes, but needless to say, it didn’t last long, and we ended up breaking up a month later when I decided (while on the way to a field trip at the planetarium) that he didn’t look as cute anymore. Sounds reasonable, right?

Oh, and I might mention that one of the ways in which I finally determined which boy to “go out with” was by playing basketball… before I would take a shot, I would say to myself, “Ok if you make this, then it’s John, and if you miss, then it’s Thad" (yes, his name was Thad). I guess I subliminally knew John was “the one,” because of course, my mad 5th grade basketball skills prevailed and I made the shot. Those skills lasted until one game in the season where I accidentally shot at the wrong basket. I missed, but that kind of move really doesn’t help your career regardless.

In case you are curious about how the story ends, I ended up going back to sticker boy and we went out for a whole 6 months. He then broke up with me on Halloween because he had fallen in love with another 6th grade babe who, I must admit, was clearing the awkward stage while I was just entering it. That was the year that Elizabeth (my big sister) sat Allison and me down at dinner one night and told us, “Everyone has an ugly phase—you’re just going through yours right now.” Thanks, Elizabeth :)

Anyway, I am thankful that 24 years later I have a slightly more stable commitment (ha ha) to my Valentine, and we are excited to be spending our 5th Valentine’s Day together… where does the time go? Of course, this one is special because it’s our first married Valentine’s Day. Chef Brian is in charge of dinner tonight, so I promise to report back and let you know what we ended up eating. Until then, have a wonderful day, and eat as much candy as you can!

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Sometimes bananas make me want to vomit

Sorry for the gross (and random) title, but it’s true. I bought bananas at the store this weekend with the intention of eating them as my morning snack during the week. It’s day 2 of that mission and I have been successful so far. However, I have to mentally prepare myself to eat bananas. I am not normally a fan of foods with questionable consistency (and bananas definitely have questionable consistency), and I have a hard time with the way the middle part tastes (I guess where the seeds come from?). But regardless, they are full of fiber and low in calories and fat, so I am just going to press on.

Have you ever noticed when you (a) either point out that a food has a lot of fiber in it or (b) mention having consumed a food with a lot of fiber in it, that someone somehow decides it’s socially appropriate to then comment on your “regularity”? First of all, the term “regular” when used to describe that process kind of creeps me out. Secondly, how on earth can you deem such a topic appropriate for social conversation? Just so you know, reader, if I mention that I ate Raisin Bran for breakfast or that I am a fan of broccoli, you do not have permission to comment on my digestive processes.

So today I thought I’d let you into a secret world that you’ve always been wondering about. No, it’s not Fraggle Rock, although that would be awesome. Instead, I am going to share with you some of the funny/strange/amusing things that Allison (my twin sis) and I do when e-mailing one another throughout the day.

1. We intentionally spell some words wrong.
Many of you are thinking to yourselves, “Nelsons? Spell words wrong on purpose? I don’t believe it.” Well believe it, sister, because sometimes it is just funnier that way. For example, we always type “kewl” instead of “cool.” Not because we are re-living the glory days of 6th grade when such language was popular, and not because we are unsure of how the word should actually be spelled, but rather because it is more amusing to imagine adult people carrying out a conversation by spelling it that way.

Also, if we are in agreement about something, we would normally say, “True.” Or if we were feeling extra immature, we might say “True that.” Now everyone knows that the correct way to spell “that” in that phrase would be “dat.” So then the phrase becomes, “True dat.” (Do you feel like you are getting dumber for reading this yet? If not, keep reading). Anyway, I decided when tossing this phrase carelessly out during a g-chat session with Allison (pre-getting a job, duh… I don’t have access to that now) that Allison & Wade should name their first child Truedat. And, of course, the child would go by Trudy, because it’s a more socially acceptable name. And while I was at it, I decided the child’s middle name should be “kewl”… and if you don’t know why, then you just don’t understand us. Anyway, Trudy K. Oliver has now become a fixture in our conversations, and it’s not uncommon now when one of us agrees with something the other said to say, “Trudy K.” instead of “True.” My, how the mind/our conversations digress…

We also capitalize on any unintentional spelling errors by making them the new “correct” way to spell words. Example, Allison accidentally spelled “dumb” with an “n” at the end. So now, obviously, we spell it “dumn” as often as possible.

2. We talk about food… all the time.

I am serious when I say that I think food is part of most if not all of our e-mail chain throughout the day. If we are not talking about what we ate for our snacks, then we are talking about what we wish we were eating, or about what we will be eating for lunch. And as soon as lunch is done, we talk about how sad we are that lunch is over, and how excited we are for our afternoon snacks/dinner. In fact, Allison ended her last e-mail to me with the question, “Can I have my 10:00 snack now?”

And on that note, we often ask for permission to do such things. She polls me probably once a week to ask if it’s ok for her to have her frapuccino-of-the-week that day, and I will ask her if it’s ok for me to go up to the vending machine to get an extra snack even though I’ve already had my scheduled snack for the time being. The moral of the story: if someone else gives you permission, you are no longer accountable for your actions. Ha ha.

I think that’s all I’ll share for now, simply to avoid any further embarrassment for my sissy. But I will leave you with a Richmond fun fact. It’s been a while since the last one, and I know you are dying to know:

A yellow fever epidemic swept through Richmond in 1853. Yellow fever is also called also called yellow jack, black vomit or vomito negro, or sometimes American Plague… makes the title of this post seem fitting, doesn’t it?

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Modern-day parables

So I know that you’re all dying to know about the pancake contest, right? Well good news folks, Brian won! The competition was fierce, but he pulled through and made me one proud wife. He only ended up eating 6 pancakes, with the other 2 contestants eating 4 and 5 respectively. Many of you are probably thinking, “Six? That’s all?”… but I assure you that these pancakes were larger and fluffier than normal, and that 5 minutes goes much faster than you might think! Maybe he ate one pancake for every month that we've been married... isn't that sweet? Anyway, amusingly enough, part of his reward was a gift certificate to IHOP. Oh, and the other good news is that he did not vomit.

So one of my favorite things to do to annoy my husband is to suggest illustration ideas for his talks/lessons/Bible studies with the youth group. Usually they are a bit of a stretch, and he typically starts laughing at me as soon as the words, “OH! I came up with another great illustration for you to use!” before he even hears the idea. But don’t you worry, Brian, I will continue to suggest them until you USE one of them! So since they are so totally awesome, I am going to share them with you, faithful readers, and perhaps you can start to hassle Brian with your own illustration ideas as well. Oh the joys of working in ministry, right Bri?

Totally Amazing Illustration # 1 (I have told Brian about this one 4 or 5 times): There is this little stretch of road near our house called “the loop.” It is maybe 2 miles long, if that, and I have to drive it to and from work every day. It is a convenient shortcut because you can skip 2 or 3 lights by taking it; however, the speed limit is only 30 mph on this road. When I drive to work in the morning, it’s still dark outside and the only other cars out are the other unfortunate souls who have to be at work at 7:30 am… as you can imagine, it is VERY tempting to speed on the loop, especially because 40 or even 45 mph is definitely feasible.

In order to avoid this temptation, I set my cruise control to 30 as soon as I turn onto the road and don’t touch it until I’m about to turn off of it. Have you seen the parallel yet? Well just in case you haven’t, it’s a great illustration about setting boundaries in order to avoid being tempted into sin! If you don’t get it, feel free to call me and I will gladly explain.

Totally Amazing Illustration # 2: Brian and I work out at the Y together twice a week in the wee hours of the morning. My favorite machine is the elliptical, and (this should not surprise you if you read yesterday’s post), I like to get on the same one every day, and am borderline enraged if I walk in to find that someone maliciously stole my machine. Irrational? Perhaps. That’s beside the point though. Anyway, I like to set it to the mode where I can see how many strides I’m taking per minute, just to make sure I’m not slacking and slowing down. Well sometimes I will understandably get distracted… I might start watching the very OCD guy that works in there as he cleans one of the nearby machines for the 5th time since I arrived, or I’ll get caught up watching the pace of the person next to me to see if he/she is going faster or slower than I am, or I might even be turned around trying to find out which weight machine Brian is currently using.

Inevitably, I’ll snap back into it, realize I was distracted, and look back to the machine only to learn that I have slowed down by a good 10 strides per minute! However (even though this drives some people crazy), if I keep my eyes focused on my machine and the task at hand, then it is much easier to maintain my pace, or possibly even increase my speed, motivated more and more by watching the number climb. Have you seen the parallel yet? Well just in case you haven’t, it’s a great illustration about how easy it is to be distracted in your faith “journey,” and about how those distractions can hinder you from progressing and growing in that faith.

I know, I know, you are really impressed. So remember to hassle Brian about what he is missing out on by not utilizing my mad illustration skills next time you talk to him. Feel free to share any of these “light bulb moments” you’ve had with your own illustrations. :)

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Half a year later...

Yes, friends, that’s right- Brian Wayne Joiner and I have now been married for 6 months (as of yesterday). Exciting, isn’t it? Yep, we think so too.

I have really been in the mood to blog lately, but have been lacking in inspiration for a new and entertaining topic. So with that said, I am beginning this post with no real direction, so let’s just hope it takes us somewhere good. Or funny. Or both. If not, forgive me.

So last night Brian and I did something spontaneous and went to a movie on a weeknight. Spontaneous is not exactly my middle name, so this was very “color outside the lines” for me (On that note, I don't like it when people color outside the lines in coloring books. The lines are there for a reason. Now if that doesn't tell you something about my personality, I don't know what does.) I rebelliously skipped Bible Study (my apologies, Bible Study girls, and my apologies, Jesus!) and informed Brian that I was in need of some married couple bonding. Sometimes I am just needy like that… I blame it on the twin thing. Anyway, we went to see “27 Dresses” at this ghetto (but consequently reasonably priced) movie theater by our house and enjoyed some burned popcorn and each other’s company. I thought the movie was pretty cute, especially when compared to the raunchy and disgusting film in which Katherine Heigl last starred. We even made it home in time to go to bed at a decent hour, so I was pleased.

And speaking of doing things I don’t ordinarily do, I also started eating a new kind of turkey this week… FRESH from the deli at the grocery store. I have been a big fan of the boxed Oscar Meyer smoked turkey, primarily because it lasts for at least a month. Now to those of you who only eat fresh lunch meat, you are probably grossed out by this. But after being hassled by enough people, I decided to give the deli turkey a try. It has def. been worth it. It’s amazing how I can actually taste the turkey now, rather than just the bread and spinach! It’s like putting on glasses for the first time and realizing that trees have leaves and not just a big green blur on top of the trunk. Sort of.

And now I’m going to talk about how much I love structure. Where did that come from, you ask? Well since I was talking about what I eat for lunch, structure is just the natural next step in the discussion. I eat the same thing for lunch every day: a turkey sandwich with spinach, chips, an apple, and a dark chocolate Hershey’s kiss. I also eat the same thing for breakfast every day: a bowl of Raisin Bran with skim milk. I also eat the same 3:30 snack (yes, my snacks are built into my day, so quit laughing) every day: a 90 calorie Chewy chocolate chunk granola bar. The variables in my day are dinner, my morning snack, and what kind of chips I eat with lunch.

It is not uncommon for people to harass me about my eating habits… “That’s so boring!” or “Don’t you ever get tired of eating the same thing every day?” or “What is wrong with you?” Well to answer your question, NO, it does not bother me, and NO, there is nothing wrong with me. In fact, I find great comfort in knowing that I have a meal to eat every day that I enjoy and is not bad for me. And on the occasion that I do want to switch things up and bring a lean pocket or a peanut butter sandwich instead, I have no problem doing that. And you know what? I am actually so excited about eating my Raisin Bran each morning that sometimes it is the only thing that motivates me to finish my morning work-out. It may be sad, but it’s true.

I was fortunate enough to marry someone who thinks outside the box a little more often, so I’ll leave the unstructured activity to him while I take care of compartmentalizing everything else neatly into my life :o) (Side note: This is amusing. While I was typing out this blog, one of my co-workers just called and asked what I brought for lunch today. I told him, and he responded with, “So… basically the exact same thing you ate yesterday?” Perfect timing!)

And just to catch you up to speed on the life happenings of the Joiners: Tonight our church is having a Pancake Supper as a fundraiser for the youth group. The exciting part of the whole thing is this: Brian will be competing in a pancake-eating contest with the priest and the director of the school. I am excited to cheer him on, and will be sure to take pictures… but all I’m saying is that he better not vomit in our house :)

I better get going, I am way late for my 9:30 am snack :)