Thursday, February 28, 2008

The problem with a little ray of hope

is that eventually it fades, and if you haven't used it to help you find the noonday sun, or at least another little ray, you will be left in the dark. You will probably be mad at that little ray for going out when you still needed it. I do not mind being a little ray, but I do not want to be clung to tightly. I want to be wandered away from once I have given a little light and returned to when I am needed again.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I Smell Like Steak, Green Pepper, and Onion

On an unrelated note, I woke up wondering whether my future children know that I will be their mother and whether they are watching me right now.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Spiders, Depression, and Boys

I hate spiders. But Lizzy hates them more. She is so afraid of them that it is easy for me to see how irrational a fear of spiders is. She runs out of the bathroom, squealing, "Eeew, a spider!" I shake my head, walk in calmly, and squish it with my bare hands, even though, if I were alone, I would grab a shoe, hold it at arm's length, and hope to kill the spider on the first try so it couldn't angrily attack me for my onslaught.

Yesterday, I was feeling miserable, as usual. I'm not miserable every day, but lately Sundays have been excruciating. I want to bang my head against a wall in hopes that the pain in my head will distract me from the pain in my soul, but mostly I just rock back and forth like a neglected Romanian orphan and wish someone would give me a hug. So yesterday, I was moping and telling Lizzy that I didn't want to go to my meetings; I just wanted to go back to bed and wake up on Monday.  She said, "You know, this morning, I was dragging my feet and feeling miserable, too, but you are so much worse, it makes me say, 'Get over it!'" So I got over it enough to go to church where I stared at the floor for the better part of three hours and fake-smiled at everyone who talked to me.

Today, I feel marvelously better, mainly because it is not Sunday. I was pouting only slightly that this boy I like is not interested in me, when Lizzy told me that her crush just started dating someone else. She is too upset about it, so upset that she awakened me to my own irrationality, and now I cannot pout, even a little. Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for Lizzy, but the only thing I can think to say other than "I'm sorry" is "Stop being so irrational."

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Solved Mysteries

I had been meaning to look up all those "-ceps" on wikipedia, when, while watching my older brother adjust my younger brother's misaligned pelvic bone this evening, I realized if anyone knew the answer to my muscle quandary, my brother would. This is what I learned:

1. The front of the thigh has four separate muscles collectively called the quadricep.
2. Biceps and triceps are called such because they have two and three muscle bellies. Basically, the bicep has two branches that come together at one end; similarly, the tricep has three branches that come together at one end.
3. There is no such muscle as a monocep.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Unsolved Mysteries

Earlier this week, Lizzy and I were pondering the origin of the word "quadricep." How did the front thigh muscles get that name? And what about triceps and biceps? The prefixes mean four, three, and two, but that's not helpful. You have two biceps, but you don't have three triceps or four quadriceps. Are they being ranked in some way? And if so, which muscle is first? Is there such a muscle as a monocep? Someone who has taken anatomy, please enlighten me!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Good Idea, Bad Idea

Good Idea: Letting your 3-year-old nephew sit on the dryer so he can help you do laundry.
Bad Idea: Letting your 3-year-old nephew sit on the dryer so he can play with the circuit breakers.

Good Idea: Getting to know someone by asking them on a date.
Bad Idea: Getting to know someone by Googling them and reading their entire blog.

Good Idea: Taking a course by independent study to finish your degree.
Bad Idea: Taking a course by independent study and never finishing it.