Two by Two

It’s late, I’ve been out all day, and I should be sleeping, but, I can’t sleep…or I don’t want to. I’ll figure that part out later.

So, there’s been a lot on my mind lately…superficial things like whether or not to buy a new car, what kind of cute clothes I want to buy for my Vegas trip, what color pen I’d prefer to balance my checkbook with, why I have completely justified wearing a heart shaped ring from Tiffany that an ex gave me as an ‘empowering ring‘ now…but then, there’s the other stuff, that maybe I shouldn’t write about, but come on…this is me…and now this is just a run on sentence.

Anyway, I was out with friends tonight playing pool. One of them has had absolute crap happen to him recently and it just seems unfair. That’s as far as I will go because, while I have feelings about it and want to ‘fix‘ the situation for him, it’s not my business to share his struggles with you, and only time and lots of support is going to improve what he‘s going through. So, onto me…at the pool hall, a song came on, and I sang along to it. It reminded me of being at a bowling alley slow dancing with a really cute ten month old baby. I didn’t like it…not the song, or the feeling in that moment…I loved that moment actually…but just remembering it and having feelings about it…and missing it.

I know what I want, how I want my life, what I have done thus far to succeed in getting to where I am. I’m proud that my boss recently called me a ’shining star’ and assigned me to some special committee that only two of us from my building got assigned to. I love that I have amazing friends and a family that I’d rather spend most of my time with, and that my dad thinks not seeing him for eight days is ’too long’ and that my step mom simply refers to me now as ’my daughter,’ no ‘step’ included. Honestly though, I’m not particularly content at the moment, and I am not sure how to fix that. But I know it surrounds the other half and all those pieces we are supposed to fulfill by a certain age. I like the whole idea of going on two by two in this world, but, yeah, not sure where to go at this point with that ideal.

I’m also wondering why Bailey will lie down somewhere but not move his toys first…even if it’s his favorite spot…he’ll just mold himself around where the toys have fallen.

And really, I should be going to bed now, so, that’s all.

My Mummy Peeve

Alright, to start, a few things in a sentence or three each:

Chris Brown: You idiot, what were you thinking?
Work: Small successes between the failures and teenage thinking errors are keeping me in it.
Annual Work Review: My boss told me I am a 'star who has been shining and shining the whole time'...that was pretty great because I doubt myself daily in this job.
Steve: I love and miss you still. I will never get tired of letting you know this.
Robin: I already love your son and can't wait for him to come to the world. He will fit in well at our Wednesday lunches. I love you too by the way and I thought about you all yesterday and today.
Trina: I still can't think about Robin's baby shower without getting tears in my eyes...what a great memory for the rest of our lives. And you need to market your perfume btw. Good stuff.

And on with the show...

So, little known fact, but my freshman year of college, I thought I wanted to be an archaeologist...probably not the best idea considering I just had to Google the profession to figure out how it's spelled. Well, the class was really early in the morning, I hated figuring out what era different artifacts came from, the professor's facial hair annoyed me, and the dream quickly turned back to my first love of journalism. Okay, so that major died too when I figured out I would have to betray my beloved OSU for Duckland to get a degree in it, but that's not the story right now.

Tonight, this news story on thirty mummies being discovered popped up on MSN. I'm not sure why, but the idea of us digging up someone's grave bothers me incessantly every time a new mummy find is reported. Maybe it's the fact that 'gravedigging' and 'corpse abuse' are felonious crimes in North America, but most of it lies in my feelings that these people, however long ago, were laid to rest with meaning and rituals, surrounded by people in tears just like today. I feel like we are reversing all of what was meaningful at their burials.

I understand that people want to know history, the past, what happened hundreds to thousands of years ago. And I understand that documentation of how we live today seems a little more blatant than it was back then. But, how many years will it be until they are digging up our graves to figure out how we lived?

I am sure about five people in the US will agree with me on this, but, I'm sticking to my thoughts that I'd prefer if we left the 'mummies' alone and let them rest in peace. And, remember, I'm sticking to becoming dust in the wind, literally.

Hopefully this isn't too much of a crazy rant, but, while I am at it, I will just add in that I also think it'd be nice if I-5 and Oregon country roads employed someone to collect the dead animals on a more regular basis. They probably deserve a little love too, even though they're dead. Yep, I know that sounds insane. But, this is from a girl who used to not crush spiders (though I gave up on that this summer after they attacked the Roethe House...vacuum=friend).

Alright, that's enough for now. Restless Winter Sarah has been kicking in lately. The 2nd Annual Vegas Trip is two months away...that should take care of me until summer. I'm hoping.