Things I Hate Today

People willfully perpetuating the stereotype of the "good Mormon wife" by making broad assumptions about my hobbies.

People calling me a Utah Mormon.  Yes, I'm Mormon; yes, I live in Utah; what of it?  I'm neither close-minded nor intolerant.  I don't live in a bubble.  Deal with it.

Too may conversations happening at once.  I can't focus and it makes me cranky and tired.

Losing a digital copy of a huge project.

My mattress.

Uncertainty.

Hey, LISTEN.

I think I'm going to adopt the practice of not talking to anyone until their stupid ear-buds are out of their ears and their stupid MP3 player is turned off.

Does that sound good to you? Good.

Reminders

If I say I don't have something, it is really not in your best interest to look for it FOR me. I've probably already looked. Several times. I don't just say I don't have something. I don't lie.

So, you know, thanks for believing me the first time. Also, thanks for apologizing when you find that thing in your pile of stuff after accusing me (indirectly, of course) of not being responsible.

2010 Political Statement

If you think someone might be an idiot, do your research, track down the sources, put it all together, and prove him or her wrong. Sometimes you can't. Sometimes they're right. Just because you didn't think of it or don't agree doesn't make that person an idiot.

If you don't agree with a pundit, politician, or spokesperson, that's fine, but don't paint everyone with the same brush. That's neither fair nor mature.

I am sick TO DEATH of hearing the same thoughts parroted over and over again. You don't have to agree with everything the Popular Kids think--that's why you have a brain. Don't parrot; think, research, listen, and then say something if you must.

I'm tired of anyone who isn't an official spokesperson of my church making public statements about my church. That means ANYONE: columnist, pundit, politician, friend, author. Knock it off. This is why there are still so many misconceptions about my faith, and this is why I've stopped reading certain blogs/zines (*cough*Segullah*cough*).

Why doesn't anyone remember the rules anymore? Remember how it used to be considered impolite to discuss politics or religion with people you may not know well? Sometimes I curse the internet for the false sense of intimacy and the easiness of anonymity.

Remember who you are. Remember what you believe. Remember that IT'S OK to speak up for those things in this country. Allow others the same rights you demand from them, and exercise your right to walk away or change the channel or, even, take a break from your social networking.

And, sometimes, it's better to keep your mouth shut and your fingers still and not ruin friendships.

This is just stupid. Or it's just me.

I'm getting into some bad sleeping habits again. Habits that hearken back to that one time I was afraid to sleep and was terribly sleep-deprived for over a year because of the exhaustion and horrific nightmares and the very weird phobia of sleep itself.

I get worked up by something and can't settle down, so I start to worry about not sleeping, and the worrying works me up even more, and I worry more, and I get more and more tired, and by the time I finally convince myself that I'm NOT going to have nightmares about people murdering my family, it's after midnight (see? ugh) and my alarm goes off around 5:30. Now, I'm not a wimp, but the accumulated months (maybe years?) of weird, restless sleeping is doing a number on me. I power through, but I really hate this. Maybe I need to start taking a melatonin supplement or something. Or finally bite the bullet and buy a new mattress. blar.

It's a grumpy week, apparently

So I'm going to rant a bit and get it out of my system.

The office manager's radio is on in her office, and it's so loud I can hear it pretty clearly out here. I do not think her Top 40 is appropriate for our office, but there's nothing I can do about it except turn up my Baroque music ever so slightly.

I saw a captioned picture of a track and field athlete who was in (obviously) awesome shape because she's a track and field athlete. The caption on the picture seemed to imply that if a woman is pretty and in excellent shape, what she REALLY wants is to be a stripper. My sister and I were both disgusted, and came up with a set of implied rules for women in our current society:
1. If a woman is pretty and toned, she really just wants to be a stripper/hooker/arm candy/escort or otherwise willing to have sex with any and every man who wants her.
2. If she doesn't want to have sex with any and every man, she just needs persuading.
3. If, after persuading, she STILL doesn't want to do this thing (because, I don't know, she's nauseated or annoyed by such constant advances), she has to be a lesbian.
4. If she's not hot, she's invisible.

I hate having to repeat myself or rephrase something three times and STILL know the other person has no clue what I just said.

I'm a little discouraged and disappointed lately. I'm getting tired of trying things and either not having them work out or lose to someone else. It's very hard--blow after blow for over a year--and I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

I don't get paid enough, but I know I'm lucky to have a job with such good benefits.

Every time I see an able-bodied person (whose hands are not full) using a disability access door button, I want to say "do you really need to do that? Really? I see that you have two legs and two arms and are able to use all of them. Aren't you lucky."

I want to do a million things but I either don't have the money or the time for more than maybe two of them. It's very frustrating.

On a happy note, I am starting my first spinning class! No, not the cardio workout at the gym, but spinning fiber into yarn with a spinning wheel! I'm so excited!

*cough*

I have a cold.

It's not too bad, but it's enough to make me cranky that I have a cold. I don't really get sick all that often so when I do I hate every minute of it...except for the staying-in-bed-and-reading minutes.

Still, though, church should be interesting tomorrow. I'm playing the organ in Sacrament meeting and playing piano for both hours of Primary and I just hope I'm feeling good enough that I don't sniffle all through the meetings.

Also, my neck is out and I might not get to see my chiropractor for another week. blar.

I'm glad it's not the flu, and I'm glad I'm feeling pretty good. According to my track record with these things, as long as I keep up with the Zicam I should be feeling well enough to work on Monday. If I'm not feeling well enough, I'll probably just drag myself there anyway because I'm responsible like that. :)