Thursday, October 13, 2011

Lessons learned from Mom; or "Oh where is my hairbrush?"

When I was 14-ish I lost a contact in my bedroom. Oh yes. It was THAT exciting. I was taking them out and I dropped it somewhere between my eyeball and case. I called for my mom and she came to my rescue, scouring every inch of my being to make sure it wasn't attached to some inconspicuous piece of clothing that I couldn't see or reach. After about 10 minutes, I gave up, came to terms with the fact that I was going to have to do some strategic planning for the next couple of months, and left. About 20 minutes later, my mom called for me. I found her in my bedroom pointing at a very shriveled piece of polymer on my carpet. Yup. She'd found the contact. Amazingly enough...I soaked it, cleaned it, and it was just fine. No loss whatsoever. I learned a lot from her that night.
Last night I had a very similar experience. Sort of. I was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes when roommate called for me, requesting a second pair of eyes. She had dropped a contact. I went for a head lamp hoping it would cause a glimmer. No such luck. We looked for a while and she left with a similar thought to mine in the previous paragraph. I said the silent prayer "Heavenly Father. There is absolutely NO GOOD reason for me to not find this contact. Help?" It worked. I found it. In her hairbrush. It was that simple. Simple prayer. Simple answer.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I should just tweet.

I really don't know much about Twitter other than it seems to be a way to get snippets of thought out into the real world. Anymore, my thought process is more along the lines of tweets rather than blogs, but I refuse to succomb to the vanity that drives one to document their every move to an inane cyber world. Therefore, I blog laundry lists of partially completed thoughts as seen and lived through my eyes (no where near 20/20).

-Due to physiological genius on my part, I managed to roll my ankle last Friday. I spent quite a bit of quality time with the Costco-sized bag of frozen mixed berries and developed a minor dependence on NSAIDs over the weekend. Last night I looked at my foot and actually said, "Huh. I think I'm actually disappointed by the bruising on my foot. I feel like it should be much cooler than it really is."

-Speaking of anatomy, I've been learning about art. Apparantly the head is standard unit of measurment when drawing to keep the body proportionate. I tried it out and discovered that I have no torso. I mean, I have a torso, but it is disproportionate to the rest of my body. My legs and head match each other, but the's just a little guy.