Giving thanks and taking a break

Well, I'm home. It is good to be home. Rachel was in a really really good mood yesterday for the ride, which was awesome. As we were driving through Empire (where I got tagged with a 68-in-a-40 last month), our dialogue goes like this...

Me: "Hey look, we're driving through Empire...."

Rachel: "...................... . . . . LET'S GO 80!!!!"

It made my day.

Also we had a good laugh when I told the turnpike booth man to "Take a good Thanksgiving", which I had to think about for awhile, but is apparently a combination of "Take care" and "Have a good Thanksgiving". LOVE IT when I do that!

Now, I'm going to kill some homework before tomorrow. I just keep reminding myself that, Lord willing, in less than seven months or so I will have my bachelor's, be done with homework indefinitely, and be an RN working for a Magnet hospital.

But Your plan, Lord. Not mine.

It's been/one week since i've blogged on here/

Thank you, Dad, for teaching me how to take care of cars, so that a flat tire is easily handled and not a source of panic! That was Wednesday.

Today was Saturday. After work, and Lord's Day (which was blessed), I went to vigil Mass off campus. After dropping off my sister and her roommate, who accompanied me, I tied up a few loose ends on campus and then headed out. I didn't want to go home, though, and I had a little time to kill before a birthday party/movie night. Also, from nowhere, I found myself being seized by an annoying fit of melancholy. So I sulked around Kroger for a half hour or so, looking at scented candles (which are expensive..) and teddy bears and flowers, and frozen twin packs of little cornish game hens. Those little guys are just so cute. But I really honestly didn't need any more food in my house. I cooked enough food for the whole week just yesterday, successfully using up two of the three bunches of fresh parsely that I found myself with (a story in itself). I did, however, find Quaker Oatmeal Squares on sale for 1.50 a box. Major score.

The movie night turned out to be a film called "Forever Strong", which was about rugby. I actually enjoyed it, although I think it may have been mostly because of the people I was watching it with. I LOVE watching movies with McDevitt because he and I have a very similar sense of humor, and share a fondness for MST3K-style running commentary. Unfortunately, it makes some other people absolutely nuts. I am definitely a talking-while-watching-movies person. I don't take my cinema that seriously folks.  

So, there are many blessings to be grateful for tonight. And there are little things that tweak at my heart from time to time. Welcome to life. 

idiosyncratic

Today I noticed something about myself. I've noticed this before, but I guess I don't really think anything of it. Well, today I noticed it again.

Whenever I am coming home to my house off campus, and i have a lot of stuff with me, I nearly ALWAYS try to take it all into the house in one trip, no matter how much stuff I have. This usually ends up with me dropping stuff, not being able to pick it back up, dumping things accidentally out of my bags, spilling things, wrestling with keys and car doors a whole lot more than if I just made two trips to split up the stuff. But no.

For example, about 15 minutes ago I walked into my house laden with my XXL capacity adidas bookbag, my gym bag with running shoes tied to the strap, my guitar, my purse, two cookbooks, and a small plastic tupperware. And this is a fairly light night.