Love Hate Relationship numero uno: Plato's Closet
The mister and I just did a closet/dresser overhaul. Man, it felt really good to be honest with ourselves about what we just don't use or need. I neatly folded and carefully placed the "newer," nicer discards in a laundry basket to drop off at Plato's Closet in hopes of a little moolah. It's been awhile, but I've told you before how vulnerable that place makes me feel...like I'm completely naked or something when I ask them to sort through my unwanted clothes and pay me for them. Of approxiamtely 47 things, they only wanted 4 of LOML shirts. $16.35 is better than nothing.
Love Hate Relationship numero dos: P-ditty-Dub (or more formally, The Pioneer Woman)
I went to her book signing. I was pretty excited about it. This woman has revolutionized my love for cinnamon rolls. She makes me laugh and has taught me a thing or two about taking pictures. The book signing was only so-so. Yes, Marlboro Man was there (sadly, without his chaps). No, PDub didn't read an excerpt or do any type of presentation of her fabulous love story. And considering I was in group K, showed up an hour late and they were only on E, I actually BROKE ALL THE BOOK SIGNING RULES (can you believe it?), found myself a friend with an earlier alphabet letter and sent her up there with a few books to sign for me. Now, as for the Love-Hate issue- I love to read her blog. I hate how much time I have spent there. Period.
Love-Hate relationship numero tres: Facebook
I get my feelings hurt. It's the truth. I get on there to respond to a little message and emerge like three hours later, sad and with hurt feelings because "so and so got married and I DIDN'T GET INVITED?!" I love the ease of access, the uninvasive way I can maintain old friendships through it. And then I hate those things all at the same time. What kind of frienship is it that I'd rather Facebook them than call? I hate the drama. Tell me I'm not the only one that gets sucked in and dramatizes my mostly drama free life. Anyone?
Love-Hate relationship numero quatro: Chocolate chip cookies
I make them all. the. time. I'm talking, at least twice a week. And they're delicious and gooey and so good right out of the oven. I eat one and then one more little one, and the next thing I know, I feel like I've got to finish off a dozen so LOML doesn't know how many I really ate! Hide the evidence!! HIDE THE EVIDENCE!
What's your love-hate?
9 comments:
I'm going to go ahead and agree with #2-4, and add one more: Exercising. HATE IT. Yet, I need it. Went for a walk with the baby today for the first time in, uh, 3 years or so. It wasn't pretty.
new post on facebook at littleme-biggog.blogspot.com. checker out.
I gotta think on this love-hate thing. Wouldn't want to answer in haste.
Can't wait to see you in a couple!
I feel that exact same way with Facebook. I've slowly weaned myself from it; but it almost caught me a few relationships after my son was born... there I was stuck at home with a newborn (not to sound ungrateful) when my friends were out having such great times... yuck.
Oh goodness, that darn facebook. I cannot even begin to explain my love-hate relationship with the ol fb. Definitely lots of hurt feelings, but then an obsessive need to look at everyone's pictures. It's terrible.
Oh my goodness, I feel the same way about facebook! Also, I would love to know your chocolate chip cookie secret, mine never really turn out...
Great post...and pictures! :)
Great post Katie! Very thoughtful and honest. It has definitely gotten me thinking!
I have big time love hate with chocolate chip cookies. I always make them and feel immense guilt afterward b/c I tend to eat so much dough throughout the process. But then once I bake the cookies {and I'm sick b/c of all the dough} I feel pressured to eat the cookies - b/c that's what I set out to do in the first place - bake cookies. I've had this problem since high school. This past weekend, I made a batch, felt immediate guilt, and thought..."I should share these with the neighbors." But then we devoured them in less that 36 hours. AAAAAHHHH!!! Its endless.
Also, my MOM has gotten her feelings hurt on fb. Its a real thing.
Fun post! Oh. Dear. Me. Chocolate Chip Cookies...I'm right there with you! Sooooo....I don't make them...maybe two or three times per year! LOL! :)
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