Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Shower

Think about it. The shower really is a sort of secret world.

You never really see anyone else shower (hopefully), so you don't really know what anyone else does in the shower. I mean, obviously they bathe themselves and get clean, but, for example, what order do they do it in?

I've thought about this many times while in the shower. I have a natural routine, and can't imagine doing it any other way. First off, I'm not the kind of person who gets in the shower and then turns the water on. If you do that, you run the risk of getting sprayed by freezing cold water--not high on my list of things I want to do. So, I turn the water on, get in when it's the appropriate temperature, and get myself completely wet. Then, I wash my hair, leaving the shampoo in my hair to sit while I wash my body, starting with my neck and moving down my body. I rinse off both body and hair, put conditioner in my hair, and let it sit while I wash my face. Then I rinse it all off, and get out. This is the only way that feels right to me.

However, I'm sure you do it differently. And I will never know. And that, my friends, is why the shower is your own secret world.

You could be doing it wrong, but is there really a right way? Who's to say? To you, whatever you do in the shower is the right way to do it. And no one is going to convince you otherwise.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Secret #4

Sometimes I like to do things the hard way.

For example, sometimes** I enter things (like into spreadsheets in excel, printing a bunch of envelopes, etc) into the computer by hand.

Maybe I just don't trust the computer to do it right (or my ability to tell the computer how to do it right), but I think its more to validate myself, to feel like I can accomplish something without the need to use some fancy mechanical technological whing-dingy dealie-bob (say that 10 times fast). I just like to do stuff on my own.

**By sometimes I mean if I can get away with doing it while at work, and always when I'm at home.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Secret #3

Words to the song "Silent Night":

Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child.

When I was little, I thought there was a period after bright. Which meant, in my head, that "yon virgin" was round.

Which confused me, because I thought that Mary was supposed to be "fair." It just didn't make sense.

When did I realize what it really meant?

Probably sometime in high school, if not later.

Friday, December 11, 2009


Instead of studying tonight, I started blog surfing. It seems that most blogs out there are for families to post pictures of their kids on, and especially for people who've just had babies. Strangely enough, I've come across a lot of blogs about people who are infertile. It doesn't seem like something I'd blog about, but whatever floats your boat. Oh, and along with the baby blogs, it seems like all the other ones are Asian teenagers, mostly girls.

I am not a part of any of these qualifiers. Should I stop blogging?...

At any rate, I've learned a few things.

One of my biggest fears is that I'll have ugly kids. Qualities I hope my children don't have:

1) Razor teeth. Some kids just look like they could rip you to shreds and eat you alive. Those kids scare the crap out of me.

2) Big heads. Some kids have the most gigantic heads! And tiny little bodies. It's just not right.

3) As a subset of 2, I hope my babies don't have weirdly shaped heads. Some babies have the sideways cone head, or gigantic protruding foreheads...this one isn't as important cuz some kids grow out of that, but...yeah.

Ok so maybe I'm a little harsh. I just want cute kids. It's kind of a crapshoot, really. Some of the most beautiful people I know have the ugliest kids, and vice versa.

And I'm pretty sure I'm just saying things that all of you are thinking, you just don't want to say. But that's what I'm good at.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Secret #2

Fact 1: I live in a town house, and it has 3 levels. Heating this thing is a nightmare. The top floor gets really hot, the middle floor is pretty cold, and the basement is freezing. I've complained to myself about how much it costs to heat this place for awhile, as well as the fact that I don't get to use my winter quilt because it gets really hot upstairs.

Fact 2: My apartment has 3 bathrooms. One on the main floor, and 2 that connect to the bedrooms upstairs.

The connection I made between the two today: I may have complained about how it's hot upstairs, but it's so much better to sit down on a warm toilet seat than a freezing cold one, especially when you just come in from the cold.

Get to the chopper!

Somehow my old job has managed to remove me as an author on their blog, but still hasn't terminated me.

I really couldn't care less except for the fact that it makes it so I can't see my time card for my new job, which is really getting old. So, if you work at the Math Lab, give someone a hard time for me about not terminating me yet. It can be your Christmas present to me.

Happy Holidays.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Secret #1

This is the beginning of an experiment. Sometimes I just don't know what to write, but I really want to write. I have a friend who has "confessions" on her blog, so I've decided to do secrets of my own. While I can't promise any of them will be juicy, or used to blackmail me, or even interesting, maybe you'll glean just a small part of who I am from it. So, here goes.

Secret #1

I've never cried in a movie.

I don't plan on it ever happening, either.

I've never cried during a play, concert, or any other activity of that sort.

It's not that I'm a heartless rock, although I have considered the possibility. Perhaps I can realize the fact that the characters in the movie are usually fictional. I'm not really sure what it is.

And there you have it. My first secret.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Don't touch that door.

I'm not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination.

But sometimes, I just want to open my own door.

Is that bad?