Because I’m ornery.

It started like any other day. I woke up on the right side of the bed. So, that can’t be it. I drank my coffee, ate my hardboiled egg, and exactly one cutie. And some other things.

Work has been steady-busy. So it isn’t lack of mental stimulation that has me wanting to crawl into bed and sleep for the next three weeks.

Sometimes I get this way. I decide I need to get a large Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. And start a fight with the barista over the plain red cup. Even though I don’t care at all. Because ornery.

Anyway. Riveting. I know.

 

 

Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today. Blogging 101 Day 11

I was getting a pedicure and thoroughly enjoying myself and my cup of coffee. I was completely oblivious to the sound of my phone vibrating in my purse. I was getting married today! Nothing could bring me down.

After getting pampered, I checked my phone to see who dared to try and bother me in my moment of bliss. It was the woman at my venue, coldly informing me that I needed to “call her right away”.

I knew immediately that they had double booked the venue. My wonderful secluded park with the beautiful aspen trees that were shedding their brilliant yellow leaves. Park City. One of my favorite cities and where I would say “I do” to the love of my life.

I was right! They had double booked my wedding venue and I was informed I would have to now share the park with 80 strangers who were having a work luncheon. 80 more people?!? Work luncheon?!? We had intentionally kept our wedding invite list short. No more than 30 people were attending. But now there would be 80 people I didn’t even know. I was fuming. We had been dreaming of having a very small and intimate ceremony with family and VERY close friends. My husband’s family would not be able to make it from England and Zambia, so we thought it best to have a small gathering and then have a big celebration with them when we make it to Zambia. How would they feel knowing there were people there we didn’t even know? I was heartbroken.

I called Miss Venue Lady back and gave her a large piece of my mind. She was very apologetic and said she’d “see what she could do”.

With only 4 hours until showtime, and after begging the luncheon havers to move their festivities to another park, Miss Venue Lady came through and saved the day! However, she was also the one who had ruined it, so I don’t want to give TOO much credit where too much credit is most certainly NOT due.

The rest of our wedding day went off without a hitch. Thank the heavens! It was beautiful weather (we were anticipating rain!) and beautiful company. The only thing we both would have changed is if we had been able to have his entire family there with us. We missed them terribly.

All of this to say, I would love to relive that day again and again. I can only pray that everyone else in the world will get to have a day like that. This post is my response to this prompt.

 

Wrestling with Hope+Contentment. Thoughts?

Lately, I have been so consumed with the idea of contentment. I have read many great articles and blogs on the subject. One of the best you can find here. I often feel that contentment is something that most people WANT to achieve, however, they go about it all the wrong ways. It is a constant…

“Yes, as soon as I get (fill in the blank) everything will be OK and I will finally be content”

I read a great post by eclecticaffect about hope. I loved the post and it got me thinking.

Can you be content but also have hope? Hope that things will be different someday? It boggled me a bit. I have been chasing after contentment (which is already going about contentment the wrong way. But how can you achieve contentment unless you’re discontented with being discontent? Hmmm…you see? Mind boggling)

I believe that you can. I am starting to realize that contentment is great for the individual but maybe quite dangerous for the world. I want to be content with the material things I already possess. Be content with who I am. But I am not content with all the shootings in the US, the wars in Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq…the Boko Haram Insurgency, etc.

I hope that being content with all that I have will help me to more readily see the needs of others. If I’m not content, I am too focused on what I want. What I feel I “need”. I don’t NEED the new iPhone. Others need clean drinking water.

I pray that my search for contentment and also my eventual contentment with myself and my surroundings will never make me blind to the plight of others.

Obviously, I am still working this out in my own mind. I would love to hear everyone’s opinions on this! What do you think?

9000 sheep. And I think Coca Cola Freestyle should hire me. 

One week down with Blogging 101! Has been fun so far, but I am still testing the Internet waters to see how warm they are. If I can trust it. I tend to still write in my handy dandy notebook (my moleskine). It’s safe and comfortable. And the sound of my pen moving across the paper inspires me somehow. I’m trying to convince myself that the tapping of my thumbs on my small iPhone keyboard have the same magical ability. I’m getting there 🙂

C (I’m calling my husband that. It may seem so 2005 to not name your spouse in your blog, but again, I’m testing the waters)

Anyway…

C decided a 10:30 showing of the new James Bond movie would be a good idea last night.

I’ve been (purposely) sound asleep by 10:00 every night for a month. I have enjoyed my blissful 9 hours of sleep each night and the feeling of restfulness that greets me with a metaphoric smile and a cup of coffee the next morning. However, he LOVES James Bond. He has even been listening to all the past James Bond theme songs for the last week to ready himself for this opening night. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I decided to prepare myself. I would just take a 3 hour nap BEFORE the movie. Easy peasy!

It was all planned and set. C even made dinner and brought it in to me at 6:30 sharp. I needed to be asleep by 7:00, so being served dinner in bed was necessary…… Duh! (He is the best) ten minutes to 7:00, C kindly left the room so I could begin my sleep marathon. I fell asleep at approximately 7:03. And slept and slept until…..

Drumroll!

7:28.

Now, anyone who knows me knows I.CAN.SLEEP. I didn’t think this 3 hour nap would be my Everest. So, a little embarrassed by my pathetic power nap, I shut my eyes again and tried to force myself back to dreamland.

I counted the crap out of those sheep.

All 9000 of them.

I had failed miserably. So, I got up, gulped down some strong black coffee, created a new Coca-Cola Freestyle mix (cleverly named musey-goosey), put my big girl pants on, and left to face my destiny. I just knew I would be doing the fall asleep head bobbing for the next 2 1/2 hours.

BUT, I managed! I stayed awake the entire time. I don’t think C has ever been more proud of me. I was the super cool wife who goes with her husband to see James Bond at 10:30 on imax! Wa wa woo wa.

Now, I am enjoying my lazy Saturday with my lazy Mia. The air outside is crisp and smells of wet leaves and all things pumpkin spice. It’s begging me to make some coffee and take a drive up one of the beautiful canyons. Nowhere does Fall the way Utah does. I dare you to argue that.


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A Mia bum. She is trying to soak up as much sun as possible before winter comes.

For real. HOW ARE YOU? Counting this as Blogging 101 Day 4. It’s allowed I think.

Earlier this week, I wrote a post about why I decided to start a blog. I mentioned that I wanted to have an answer if someone were to ask “What’s new?”

For whatever reason, that has been in my head since I posted it. I want my answer to that question to be interesting. I want to be interesting. But I feel quite selfish because the question that has been haunting me the last few days is:

WHY DO I NEVER ASK THAT QUESTION TO OTHER PEOPLE?

Honestly ask them. Sure, I will ask the obligatory “how have you been?” But do I really sit and listen to what they have to say? Really listen? It actually broke my heart to realize that no, I don’t ask that question and ready myself for a long answer. I expect the quick “I’m great!” and am taken aback if I get anything longer than a 2-3 word answer. It’s as though we are all conditioned to have small niceties with each other and to NEVER invest too much of ourselves or our time in other people. Heaven forbid! I am too busy and can’t be bothered to listen for too long.

I don’t want to be that way anymore. From now on, I hope I make people feel important whenever I interact with them. Not absent-minded while they’re telling me about how sick their dog is, or even while they’re listing every single ingredient from their dinner last night.

Let’s just be nice from now on. And care about people again, shall we?

On another note, I didn’t post anything for Blogging 101 Day 4 yesterday. So I’m counting this as my post. I still have no idea who my target audience is. But it’s you! Whoever is reading this! Welcome and I love you. By the way, HOW ARE YOU?!

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It’s kind of funny though, right? Blogging 101 Day 2

So, I know. My site title and tagline explain nothing other than how to pronounce said site title. But I kind of like it as is. If I must explain the name, here goes:

My mom is from Denmark. MUS means mouse in Danish. Because I am the youngest child and somewhat small in stature (5’2″! Woo woo) my mom has always called me Mandee Mus. Or Little One. There aren’t many people in my life that call me by my name. I have MANY nicknames. Here are a few for fun:

1. Mandee Mus

2. Bubba (what my dad, sisters, nieces, nephews, and best friend call me)

3. Movie 

4. DP (for Danish Pastry. Not Dr. Pepper, though I can see where the confusion comes from. I’m actually confused about where Danish Pastry comes from. But alas. It’s there.)

5. Mus-ey

and to keep this post somewhat short…

6. Muskins. A combination of mus and pumpkin.

So, it felt right to have a nickname as my site title. I have so many different names from all over, and this blog will also be a little all over the place. Works, right? 

Let’s end with a cute picture of me as 4 year old Mus. I’m dressed as a cat for Halloween. Cat. Mouse. I guess I appreciated irony from a very young age!

  

Hello World! Or…my first assignment on “Blogging 101”

Am I a day late posting? Oh goodness, I have been so sick the last few days and didn’t check my email. I hope I don’t get a bad grade 😉

Hello blogging world. I already posted a few things last week, but this will perhaps be my first official post. My introduction. When the assignment asked why I started a blog, there were so many things that came to mind. I started writing in my moleskine (what I’m used to. This typing my thoughts down is quite foreign to me!). Eventually, it boiled down to wanting to be connected to other people.

I have only very recently started feeling as though I’m not very interesting anymore and that I have nothing to say. That idea (whether true or false) had such an impact on me. I don’t ever want to be the person who just goes through the motions of life without ever living.

When people ask me “what’s new?” I want to have an answer.

I have such a difficult time opening up. It makes connecting with people impossible at best. I know I am missing out. There are so many incredible people in the world who have their own stories to share and wisdom to impart. I feel like I make people go through the gauntlet before I even entertain the thought of trusting them. Maybe that is good? But it feels bad.

I want to feel connected to the world again.

As for the direction I hope this blog goes? I have no idea. I just felt like I needed to do it. Maybe to meet other people and listen to their stories. Or maybe to meet myself? Finally?

Whatever happens, I’m sure it will change me. Or at least I hope so. I want to be more open. More social. More optimistic. More creative. More loving, accepting, compassionate.

I look forward to *hopefully* meeting some wonderful new people. Introduce yourself in the comments, I truly would love to meet you.

And in the end, if none of these things come to fruition, maybe I will at least become a better writer.

All good things!