Saturday, April 18, 2009

Photo Booths

Taryn from South Africa is leaving Atlanta soon. So Jamie and Taylor threw a party for her. At the party was a photo booth, which I think was the hit of the party. (I've always wanted a photo booth at one of my parties, but I found out last night that they cost $800 to rent! Ouch!)

Anyway, I discovered something about myself last night that I think left me feeling a little down. That is, I don't have a really exciting photo booth personality. I don't really know what to do with myself besides sit there and look at the camera. I try to be fun, but it just isn't really in me to do out-of-the-ordinary, crazy-fun things. (You probably can't tell from the pictures, but I was actually very uncomfortable in there.) I guess when it came down to it, I left the party feeling like I was in middle school or early high school again. In those days, I was shy and very normal. There's nothing wrong with that, I guess . . . I just definitely feel the difference sometimes when I'm around exciting people with exciting stories and adventures. I'm okay with being plain, I guess, but I also feel bad about it sometimes.

This is turning into a depressing blog post, which I didn't mean for it to . . . I did have fun last night, and I do feel like I'm an interesting person. But I don't think I'm outwardly interesting, if that makes sense . . . And I discovered that that doesn't make for super-fun photo booth pictures. Thank goodness I have exciting friends who made the pictures more interesting. :)

Thing I'm thankful for: other shy and quiet people.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Why I Would Make a Good Wife: Reason No. 532

I like to do household chores. I like baking and vacuuming and "straightening up." I like organizing my pantry and making sure I have enough food storage. I like dusting and organizing and making sure I have soap and a clean hand towel in the bathroom. I have even gotten to the point where I actually like doing dishes sometimes!

One thing I also very much love to do is laundry. Clean laundry sometimes makes everything seem better somehow. Sleeping on freshly cleaned sheets is one of the most relaxing feelings, and that clean clothes smell is unbeatable, of course.

One problem I have doing laundry, though, is that I have a hard time putting the recommended amount of detergent into the washing machine. I always feel the urge to use a capful. It's an especially difficult challenge when detergent-makers everywhere are concentrating their products. Despite the fact that I only have to use say, 1/3 of a cap, I can't actually use just 1/3 of a cap! I must use a capful! It's an expensive habit!

I know that concentrated detergent is better for the environment, and I know it saves detergent companies money. It results in a more convenient container, too. I just don't know, though, if I can get my psyche to use less of the product!

How do you feel about concentrated detergent, readers?

Thing I'm thankful for: a full tummy.

Friday, April 10, 2009

A Letter to Soap

Dear Lever,

For a long time now -- 12 years, in fact -- you've been washing all my 2000 parts. At first, you left my skin kind of dry, but I didn't mind so much because I had some extreme OCD tendencies at the time. In the fairly recent past, you began adding aloe to your formula, which was nice because the drying lessened and was perhaps even non-existent.

When you added a cucumber line, I thought that would be it. I thought you had perfected soap as we know it, and I was proud that we had such a long history together.

I have to tell you, though, Lever, for the first time in 12 years, I found something that may replace you: Olay Body Quench Body Bar. It's not drying at all, and it reminds me of my youth. Remember those little oily bath beads that dissolved in the water while you played in the tub? Olay Body Quench smells like those.

I'm sorry that I may end this long, symbiotic relationship with you, but there it is. If you could lessen the drying and bring back childhood memories, I might reconsider.

Yours very lovingly,

Thing I'm thankful for: A clean shower. Thanks, dad, for cleaning my old shower before I came home!