When no voice is good

2 week chest cold that left me without a voice for 5 or so days. Normally bad. Very difficult to communicate and hurts like a mother when you feel you have no choice but to try and talk. But then, an epitome. My 2 yr old toddler was being her stubborn self and wouldn't let me put her in the car seat. I don't know why, really, being strapped down in the 80 something degree heat in a hot steaming car seat seems hardly irrational. Either way, being sick and tired on top of being naturally impatient, I wanted to yell out my frustrations and say "just get in" and continue under my breath "goddamn it." But I didn't. Because I couldn't. My voice was hurting so bad, it was now innate to keep my mouth shut and speak only when absolutely necessary. And that moment was not a necessary moment. It made me realize how quick I often react and how unnecessary it is. If I just wait 2 seconds, I can find alternative ways to vent my frustrations or even not let it get to me at all. After I spoke softly to her and got her in the carseat, I knew that more than half the time I've sighed, grrred, or swore under my breath could have not been done and my life will still be exactly the same, well, maybe less irritable. So, my lesson in having no voice. Sometimes, I should try to not have one.

My second hand at blogging

 

 
Typical- that’s what I seem on the outside. Live in Seattle, happily married in my 30s, have a toddler and 2 mixed labs. They’re great. All of them. The spouse, the daughter, and despite the way I can swear like a sailor with the voice of Bane at them, even the dogs are good dogs. So what is the focus of the blog? I suppose I’m not so sure and perhaps it’ll evolve into a central theme that is not yet there.

Today we went on a hike. All but the spouse, who’s at work. A hike we did not finish. This is a first as far as I can remember. I can be miserable, hangry, and everything you don’t want to hike with and I’ll still push to the end and back. I enjoy being outside for the sake of being outside. Not today, not today. The heat won, the hot disgusting long hair on the back of my neck won, the lung capacity of walking pneumonia (undiagnosed but sure feels like it) won, the dry dust, kicked up by own two feet into my mouth-breathing self, won, the runny snot that would not let up no matter how much I sniffled won. What an uncomfortable hike! An understatement. I might be the first person to have asked “How much further?” when heading down toward the car instead of on my way up. But did my daughter enjoy it? I suppose she did, and so did K&K, our labs. They’re zonked now. Everyone is napping as I look at how much cleaning needs to be done. Obviously, I’m not doing it. But I did clean the tub while I was taking a shower. That should count on our chore list. Check one for me.

The Ultimate Procrastinator

I'm not a creative writer and I only started up a facebook and myspace account a couple of years ago. I hardly use them accept to play scrabble or find someone because I lost their email address somewhere. But I have finals for the next two days and have only looked at my first 2 pages of notes. Then I got the brilliant idea of checking my email, which led me to RSVPing my Wednesday night soccer game, which led me to maps.google.com to see where the game is at, which led me to metrokc.gov to see what bus I can take after work, which led me to getting stuck on the computer doing crosswords, then led me to quizzes, then facebooking, then trying to find my friend's blog. I couldn't find it but instead of calling it quits there, I then decided to make my own. That final exam is still waiting. Let's see how I do.