Daylight Savings Time

I'm still not sure why we do this. Well, I guess it has to do with the farming community.  Anyways we had it last weekend where we had to spring forward.  I could write a kids story about this.   It doesn't matter much when you are single and by yourself.  But when you have kids its an entirely different story.  They don't wake up and go to sleep by the clock.  I guess they do by their own internal clock.   So the hour of sleep that we lose, I really did lose.  But guess what now my kids are sleeping until 7:45 or 8:00.   They were waking up a little before 7 and it was not good for me.  So, this time I'm thankful for the time change.  I'm thankful my kids are getting the sleep they need.  And so happy I have a few extra minutes to write something in this blog.  Because I have been slacking!

Gold Rush

My husband and I have a few shows we like to watch.  Lately we have been getting into a show on the Discovery channel called Gold Rush.  The show follows 3 different mining operations in Alaska.   It is interesting to watch as they encounter a variety of problems in their mining quest.  Personally, I think they make it into a lot of unnecessary drama.  But it certainly makes for an entertaining show.  

Parker is our favorite character.  He just graduated high school and has been a gold miner for a few years.  He has no ambition to go to college, mostly because he is seeing how much his hard work is paying off. 

One of the reasons I like this show is because it gets me thinking about why people mine and what motivates people to do certain things.   I don't think I would ever want to be a miner but I can see how some people would find it exciting and rewarding. 

Seriously?

A few weeks  ago I set a goal to write twice a day on this here blog.  Well, I have failed and I'm failing miserably.  It stinks.  I'm not happy about it. I feel like a failure and really I just feel lame.  What can I do to change this?   I think the biggest problem is that I don't think about it.  It is not part of my daily routine.  I need to figure out a way to incorporate it into my daily life.  I am going to keep working on it.  I'm not giving up...yet.

4 days later - My Seahawks Depression

I like to blame this on my mother.  I'm really way to competitive and care way too much about sports.   When it comes to being competitive I'm not sure who would win, but probably my mom.  She has a little more fight in her.   I did get most of my genes from my dad.



Anyways, Sunday the Seahawks played in the divisional playoff game.  They were on a hot streak!   They are peaking at the right time and all cylinders were on full steam.  So when they started off losing 20 - 0 at half time I was a wreck!  I didn't know what to think or what to do.  If we were at home, I think my house would have been spotless.  (well, maybe not but I can still dream)  Nerves and anxiety were messing with every part of me.   And then it started happening just like it has the last five games.  The Seahawks hit all their cylinders and they were on fire!   A 20 point deficit quickly turned into a one score game.  But with 6:30 left in the game.  I stopped watching.   I couldn't take it anymore. 

Without rehashing too many of the details, the Seahawks were 31 seconds away from the biggest comeback in NFL postseason history.  Instead, we lost.  And I cried and wondered again why I take this stuff so seriously and personally. 

Four days later I'm still having a hard time.  I keep trying to look forward to what the next years of Seahawks will bring.  But I just might have to turn the game off again, I'm not sure I can handle all this stress. 

Dear Russell Wilson

Dear Russell Wilson,

I'm not sure if I should thank you or be mad at you.  Because of you our Seattle Seahawks are now in the playoffs with a VERY good chance of winning it all.  I know, it's hard to believe.  And although I would call myself a sports fan I admit to jumping on the bandwagon now that the Seahawks are winning.  I actually care which is why I am a little upset.  You see, it causes unnecessary anxiety in my life.  I don't need that.  Things just need to be simple and you are not making it simple.  Now I have to think about what we will be doing for the game and then I have to watch the whole game and be completely nervous until the very end.   So please just win these games.

But on to more important matters.  I like to look at the big picture.   I don't know you, at all, except for a little bit I have read.   You seem like a very mature, good guy with great perspective on football and life.  Please, please, please Russell don't ever lose sight of how you got here and what you represent.  Be a great role model to all these kids and adults who now admire you.  Don't let fame or money dictate your life.  If a bigger offer comes around don't make a decision based on money, make a decision that is best for you and your family.  Keep working hard and GO SEAHAWKS!

Les Mis

I'm failing but still trying (at this whole 2 posts a day).  I am just trying to remember one a day, but maybe I will get there soon.   Now on to my Les Mis review.

My husband and I went on a date and decided to see Les Miserables.  Or as my husband says "for those of us who are educated, we call it Les Mis."    

I wasn't sure if he wanted to go but he said he would.  I thought he had seen it before but he told me he had no idea what it was about.  He just heard there was lots of singing.  

I have seen bits and pieces here and there and kind of understood the story line.  But really I had no idea what it was about. 

It didn't take long to realize that this really was a singing movie.  In fact I don't know if there was any real talking.  Every dialogue was quickly turned into a song.  At first, it was a little weird but then it became part of the movie and it was easy to adjust to. 

Both my husband and I LOVED this movie.  In fact I think he LOVED it more than me.  He says it is his favorite movie of all time.  The acting was great and the story was phenomenal.  I think we would both love to see it again. 

Late Friday Night

I'm not sure why I do this almost every week, but I do.  I stay up much later than I should.  It's friday night. I have nothing pressing tomorrow but I also have nothing I need to do right now, except to check my e-mail, check facebook, then check my e-mail one more time and real quick check facebook again.  Before you know it I'm sucked into the computer reading one more really lame thing that I don't have time to read.  I should be in bed, getting some sleep.  Because I don't know what the night will bring.  I might have someone waking me up to give me a hug or someone else just wants me to come in his bed and snuggle with him.

Then I will wake up in the morning, tired because I stayed up too late doing many unproductive things.   Hopefully I can be productive in the morning, but it's a Saturday so I don't have to be.