The Big Kaboom

It's amazing the way some people are so determined to sabotage themselves. They might start out doing things right, but sooner or later, they do something, and even when they recover, it starts them down a whole line of one thing after another that they can't seem to overcome...

I guess there are three types of people in the world, and I know this is waaaaay over-simplifying it, but that's what I'm doing for the purposes of this post.
Person 1: Messes up, asks for and receives forgiveness, moves on
Person 2: Messes up, asks for and receives forgiveness, keeps falling into the same old pattern
Person 3: Messes up, doesn't ask for forgiveness.

I think the worst thing for people is when they use there problem as a crutch, or act like it's something they can't help: "It's not my fault I like sticking knives into people and removing their skin. When I was a kid, I stepped on a nail and now, I can't help it."

And it doesn't help when they haven't forgiven themselves. Sometimes, the matter can be resolved with the injured party, God will have forgiven them, but they can't get past it, and they dig themselves deeper in the hole and keep doing the same thing over and over again... where does it end?

Funny how people see these problems coming - on there own. But they don't do anything about it. Then, when something happens, in exactly the way they predicted, they wonder how that could be.

Here's to 1am phone calls from tearful, distraught friends. Melody, we might have a visitor sometime soon...

Some Assembly Required.

My sister's here! I love my sister. She's cute and sweet and funny. And we're watching Scrubs. I was working and she's doing... something. Taking a test, I think she said.

I hate lawn mowers. I do. My lawn needs mowed. Badly. I know that. Yesterday I was finally able to afford one (and my boyfriend's Grandma can't give me one of their extras as it doesn't work).

Melody and I spent about thirty minutes trying to put it together last night. I know that barely sounds like an attempt, but we were stuck. The nuts and bolts and screws were wrong and not fitting and then, when we tried to attach the handles, they were too big. As in too wide. As in there was no way to get it to fit. Really, there isn't.

From now on, I'm not going to purchase anything, anything, unless it has no assembly required. Some assembly required? No. Not going to work. It's just not. Not unless I have a boy around who can put it together and magically, voila, I can use it.

Assembly required sucks.

SCRUBS

I really can't think of anything more relaxing than chilling and watching Scrubs with my amazing roommate.

Yesterday, I bought seasons 1, 2 and 3 in preparation for the big day.

Long week. Mike left Sunday. I think I hate long distance. I mean, it's not been bad. We talk and text and email. I still don't like it.

Tons of work this week. That's probably a good thing, though, as it kept my mind off Mike being gone.

Really, I haven't much of interest to write about. My brain feels numb, but that's not interesting.

Ooh! Did you know, that every single episode of Scrubs - that I've looked at so far - starts with the word "My." I hadn't thought of that until last night, when I opened the DVDs and was bombarded with a sea of "mys."