Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I am human, for better or for worse.

Today is the day I let you know a little bit more of who I am. Like, the no frills, real deal, human, for better or for worse, here I am, take it or leave it kind of stuff.
I'm taking a risk here. Hopefully you will love me nonetheless.
Here goes:

- Sometimes I wear my socks multiple days in a row. 

- I cry daily. One of my dear friends asked me last week if I eat a lot of products with soy in them. Apparently soy messes with your hormones and emotions. Maybe I should stop doing all those soy shots when I'm out with the girls. #salty
 In all seriousness though, I don't think soy is the problem.
{I don't consume too much of it actually. Except with sushi & takeout. I actually am careful with how much of it goes into my body because I've seen the effects it has had on dear friends in my life. Crazy but true.}
 I am to the point, by the grace of God, that I am finally not seeing my tears as a problem. As I get to know myself and who the Lord made me, I am discovering that I am a girl who feels extremely deeply. If it's happy and celebratory, I cry. If it's heartbreaking, I cry. If it's a Hallmark commercial, I cry. Forget about Modern Family and Parenthood, because I lose it in almost every single episode. Church, worship and prayer, forget about it. I am a weeping mess when I think about Jesus and the price He paid for a sinner like me. For how good He is and how much He loves me.
I've taken enough personality tests for my job which all indicate that I empathize with the best of 'em. It's who I am and I am finally beginning to see the beauty in it instead of apologizing for it.

- Sometimes if I don't want to get up and get a tissue, I wipe my nose on my sleeve. This is one of those that I hope you're still my friend after hearing this. Let me note: This happens with select sleeves like sweatshirts. Or, true confessions, if I am desperate in church and I forgot tissues. 

- I have a desire to start composting. I really think I'm going to start this summer. Chicago actually pays you to have a composting bin. I do believe they care about keeping this city beautiful. I love that. Here's the thing though. We eat a lot of fruits and veggies. And I don't like throwing the rinds in our garbage because that means it stinks up the house and I have to go ALL the way down the stairs to take a half full bag of trash to the trash bin. Top floor. No elevator. Not happening. So, since a half full bag of garbage is too good of a thing to waste {pun intended}, and I don't have a composting bin quite yet, I've decided to take matters into my own hands and make the empty lot next to us my very own composting bin.
This is probably illegal.
Here's a picture that will either make you laugh or hate me. It's the lot in all of it's glory:



I figure, the sweet little birds will be able to bring all of this home to their families. As well as the rats, but I just don't think about those things. And, it's like the food is going back into the earth where it came from. Agricultural reincarnation if you will. Also, word on the street has it that this empty lot is turning into a Sonic and this is kind of my way of rebelling and telling those people this is the worst. idea. ever. Do you people want to see Uptown get better? Then don't put in a Sonic literally next door to my home. Or anywhere around here for that matter. Sonic's food isn't even that good and too many sugary drinks give me headaches. Wait, I have an idea Uptown, let's prolong this diabetes epidemic that plagues America. Super smart. I digress.


- I have thought for months now that the dark circles under my eyes were just shadows casted by bad bathroom lighting. I'm slowly realizing it actually might be a shadow casted by turning 30.

- I haven't put pop in my body since the summertime. I drank two glasses of Diet Coke the other night and it was incredible. The effects of Aspartame on the human body are way too nasty for me to continue in that habit though.
You were good while you lasted, Diet Coke, see ya never.

- I am not a fan of washing my hair and I don't want to spend money on dry shampoo when I can go for like four cups of coffee with four wonderful people for the price of one can of dry shampoo. Next best thing: baby powder. It blended in better when I was a blonde, but still works today as a brunette.

- If someone messes with people I love, OR if you're a Chicago cop, Mama Bear comes out of hibernation, and it isn't pretty. I will confess that I have sassed off to more than a handful of police officers. And yes, maybe I've gotten pulled over more than a handful of times. I've actually gotten way better. Ask my hubby for proof. The last time I got pulled over I only cried, and the lady cop {which are the worst of 'em all} asked me if I was okay. What do you think lady? You just gave me a ticket.

- Last one. I think my husband is the shiz. I really do. He is an accountant and it is his busy season right now and their hours are ridiculous {Ok, pause. You investment bankers have it pretty bad. Like all the time. Props to ya. I don't know how you do it. Crazy folk.}. PK works so hard to provide for us and is one of the most disciplined people I know. He's also studying for level three of the CFA exams. Our hours together are super limited and he still finds time to make sure to connect with me and he really does love me well through this season. My love, you are an incredible man. Keep fighting the good fight.

So, do you have any weird things you'd like to tell me to make me feel like a more normal human being? Haha!







4 comments :

  1. Oh, man, where to start! Love this post and getting to know the quirky about you, friend :)

    Your composting picture made me laugh--literally. Hilarious image, you taking your produce to the lot next door :) If you start composting for real, tell me about it. I want to learn! But we're in an apartment, so not sure how.

    I haven't used shampoo in over a year. I've never tried dry shampoo, but I hear there's good recipes to make your own--Pinterest?

    Love that you call pop... pop. I got made fun of for that during my time in the south.

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    1. Trina, ok true confessions...I don't actually take my "compost" to the lot next door, I throw it off of my balcony so I don't have to go down the stairs. Terribly lazy. I will definitely let you know how it goes when I for real start composting.

      As for the shampoo, this is genius! And your hair is beautiful!!! If I remember correctly, I think you may have a blog post on this, which I am going to look up. Over a year! That sounds like a dream!

      And pop. LOL. oh pop.

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  2. I almost died when I read you wear your socks multiple times! I've always done this. They're not dirty enough to throw in the hamper after 1 wear! Thank you for being like me :) Oh and seriously amazing compost pic.
    ~love Manuel!

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    1. Ok, I thought it was you that did this same thing! You popped into my head when I was writing this! haha!

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