Friday Night Gossip

Well, big surprise. It's Friday night, Sean is working, I cleaned the house. He is going up to his grandpa's later to watch Gold Rush, and I will fold clothes and watch Hoarders or read a novel and fall asleep on the couch. We are quite predictable of late.

I feel like I cleaned forever today because I cleaned my stove/oven top to bottom, inside out, and underneath. We had a fiery little adventure last night while making dinner. The coil in the oven had started to disintegrate or corrode or something, and it started on fire in the middle of cooking dinner. I thought it was a little grease fire from something that had dropped down there, so I turned the oven off and dumped some flour on it, but that didn't help. It just got bigger. So then I panicked and yelled, "I don't remember what to do!" and then pulled myself together and ran down to turn off the breaker. The fire died right out. Meanwhile, Lexi ran outside. Ha! It was kinda funny, but I'm glad her first instinct is to run outside if there's a fire. So anyway, Sean took the old coil out and bought a new one to put in, but first I figured the oven should have a good cleaning.

Josh is pretty funny. I love little boys. It's so funny to me that he will carry on a whole conversation with you while naked and not think twice. He learned the phrase "pish posh" on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and will bust it out when you least expect it. Tonight we went to get Chick-Fil-A and he's all, "Yeah, get me 2 sandwiches. I think I can take em down." Ok, big man. He eats constantly, yet you put your arm around him and he feels like a skeleton.

Lexi's latest thing is "between me and you." She gets so embarassed if I tell other people the things that she says, so now she prefaces a lot of her stories or secrets that she tells me with "between me and you" to remind me not to tell anyone. She needs a haircut so desperately, but she refuses to get one. She begged me for lunch today, I gave her insulin to cover it, then she decided it was nap time and fell asleep in a chair without eating it. So now she had all this insulin on board and refused to wake up. I was trying to get her to at least wake up and drink some juice, and she kept saying, "No! Shhhhh! Be quiet!" Finally I said very loudly, "Sit up and drink some juice and I'll be quiet!" So she did.

I've been thinking a lot over the last week or two about gossip and being a nice person and related issues. The bishopric message this month was about gossip, and I've read a few things here and there on online forums about being nice and not gossiping and etc, and then I was reading the blog Snarky In the Suburbs, and all of these thoughts were rolling around together in my head... And I really think... Being nice is overrated. I don't feel bad that I gossip. I don't spread lies or conjecture about people. I don't gossip about my co-workers or sit and talk bad about my neighbors to each other. I'm not a Judgy McJudgerpants. Usually. Sometimes I do those things if someone has legitimately done something to bug me. Like if I e-mailed the counselor about something 3 times and he never responded, I might vent my frustration to a friend. Or we work with a crazy lady that I have talked about a time or ten because she tells lies and does things to try to make other people look bad and is crazy. But I don't diss on people for what they wear or what they look like or just because I don't like their personality. I like people that I hear other people talk bad about and I just don't listen or participate. But if someone flat out is rude to me or does or says stuff repeatedly that I think is stupid, I'll probably say something to someone eventually. And I don't really care that I do that. Like, my neighbor that used to let her three year old son with Downs Syndrome roam the neighborhood, getting into people's mailboxes, taking toys out of people's garages, climbing a ladder on the side of his house that his mom had left sitting there, playing in her car and starting it because she'd leave the keys in it. Sean went over there and got him once when he had started the car. And I'm sure I talked about her to my neighbor. I didn't seek out the conversation, but I'm sure when it started I was more than happy to participate. I don't know. I guess I feel like it's situational, and I do gossip, and I feel eh-who-cares about it. But the other day I walked into the English office and overheard some teachers talking about another teacher, and maybe they weren't saying anything mean, but it felt like they were, and it made me sad. Because I don't feel like she had done anything to justify it. They just don't like her personality or her teaching style. So I guess I have my own little personal set of situational ethics on this one and it's hard to define exactly. I think I vent frustration more than gossip. Hmmmm... gotta think about this some more.

Sean bought me really pretty pink roses on Valentine's Day. It was a really nice surprise.

I want to plan a vacation down south for Spring Break, but I don't know if I want to spend any money. Or drive in a car for hours with some of these people.

Between AutoZone and his regular job, Sean averages about one day off every 2 weeks I think. He hasn't been doing it long enough for it to be that big a deal yet, and it's winter so there isn't as much to do, but I imagine it's going to get old at some point. We'll see.

I think I've eaten at least a dozen sugar cookies this week.

For the first time since the second season of Survivor, I didn't tune in for the opening episode of this season on Wednesday. I think last season finally killed it for me. I just can't muster up any enthusiasm for it.