I'm a perfectionist...but I'm not perfect...

Let me let you in on a little secret...there are quiet a few things that bother me, I guess they can be considered pet peeves.  For example, I HATE being late...Jake, however, doesn't mind being late at all.  This often leads to an irritated wife on Sunday mornings when I'm walking out the door to the car so we can get to church before the opening hymn and Jake is still standing in the kitchen, with his tie and shoes untied, buttering toast.

I'm bothered when the living room isn't vacuumed.  It is such a simple task and it makes all the difference in the world in how clean the entire room looks.  However, I don't often find myself with enough time in each day to make sure that this task gets done.

I'm bothered when there is a pile of dirty laundry in the laundry room.  However, this is often the case.

I'm bothered when the sink is full of dirty dishes.  However, I don't do the dishes each night after dinner.

I'm bothered when people take pictures of themselves in a mirror and post them all over their different social networking sites.  I can't say I've never taken a picture of myself though.

I'm bothered when people's shopping carts aren't put into the giant shopping cart stalls in the middle of the parking lot and are left instead to roll into parking spots that I turn my car to park into, only to find that they've been taken.  However, I can't say that every time I've ever been shopping I've put my cart back into that same giant stall.

Ok, you get the picture.  There is one thing that bothers me more than all of these things, if you can believe that.  I'm so bothered when people don't proofread the things that they post.  Spelling doesn't bother me as much as when someone uses two words in one sentence that mean the same thing.  Or when someone uses words that just don't make any sense in the way in which they are being used.  That being said...today as I was watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy in the middle of the day (one of the joys of Christmas vacation) I get a text message from Jake that listed the mistakes and necessary corrections for yesterday's blog post.  Ironic?...I think so.

In the words of Pen Densham, "there are no perfect men in this world, only perfect intentions"

Rays of Sunshine...

So, I haven't had the best week, not that anything bad is happening at all, I just haven't been in a very good mood. I actually have a lot of good things that are happening, I just haven't been choosing to focus on them. So this is me refocusing...

One of my best friends Alex sent me a message last week saying that she met with the Elders in our area and that she liked what they had to say and wanted to me to bring her to church with me...exciting news! I love Alex, and it's so much fun to get to spend more time with her again. We lived together two summers ago and since we moved out that summer we have been so busy that its been hard to make time to hang out, so I'm so excited that that is changing.

When Jake and I got back from FHE the other night I had my hands in my jacket pockets and quit paying attention to walking up the stairs (which isn't something you should have to pay attention to anyway) to say something to Jake about the dogs next door and I tripped on my brick stairs and feel and hit my knee which started swelling immediately and now I have a gross bruise and a dull ache when I walk. I'm sure you're wondering how is this me refocusing right? well, It could have been a lot worse...like I said, my hands were in my pockets, and as I was falling I couldn't get them out, but somehow I only hurt my knee, when all I could see the whole time I was falling was concrete coming right at my face. Jake was walking behind me though and caught me before anything other then my knee hit the stairs...so thanks Jake, for saving my face and whatever else could have been hurt :-)

So then the other night, there is this person that I really just don't get a long with, and they were around, and they were doing things to really get on my nerves. I was holding Doc and wouldn't let him get down because I didn't want him to go around this person and Jake told me I was being ridiculous. This really didn't sit well with my mood and I was instantly pretty upset with him. Well...This was me just being more ridiculous...I'm actually glad that Jake and I are comfortable enough that he feels like he can tell me when i'm being ridiculous. I might have scared him out of ever telling me again, but I don't think I would have normally reacted the way I did, I was just already upset and he added fuel to the fire.

The next day though I got this super sweet text message:

I know I upset you last night

and I know you are probably tired

of hearing me say that I'm sorry, but I am.

You are my best friend in the entire world

and you make me feel different

than anyone else has ever made me feel

and I love you with all of my heart.

I hope you are having a good day.

You are my everything. :-)

Which is pretty much all I needed to hear the whole week.

So from now on, when I'm in a bad mood, instead of just letting myself be in that bad mood, I'll try to refocus and see the rays of sunshine that are always shining behind the clouds.