today, i heard a commercial for simon mall gift cards making fun of day of the week underwear. i had a pair when i was young, as most seven year olds do. the commercial was saying nobody would ever want day of the week underwear. i have to disagree. usually it is about 2:30 pm when i realize what day it is. if i had this life-changing undergarment, maybe…just maybe…i’d be a little more clued in, a little earlier in the morning.
would you wear them?
What’s your favorite Christmas tune?
So, first thanks for your prayers an encouragement from last Saturday’s post.? Instead of dropping back to 150mg of Wellbutrin, I stopped taking it all together. (*Note-don’t ever do that unless you’re under supervision from a doctor!)? I got switched over to Paxil, which affects a different chemical in the brain.? Some friends of mine have had success with it, but more importantly my own brother has been on it for a while and the difference it has made in him his tremendous, without very many side effects.
I haven’t started taking it yet.? Wellbutrin has the world’s longest half-life so it is still in my system for a few more days. I’ll probably start next weekend.? I know this stuff takes time to work and the side-effects diminish over time, but what Wellbutrin did to me was a little more than a side effect…I’d even say I was literally hysterical.? It was so crazy.
On to the next step…
when i feel any emotion intensely, my eyes turn an unbelievable shade of bright green – almost a green-blue color. which is weird. because for the most part, on any given day, they are a boring brown-green hazel color. the day i started high school they actually were blue. i was that nervous.
they’ve been really green the last couple of days. i just looked in the mirror and noticed how green they were. the last couple of days have been hard on me emotionally. maybe the increase in the wellbutrin was too much, but i crashed hard yesterday, and even harder today. i feel like i am having an out of body experience. the real me is floating around somewhere, probably sipping a peppermint mocha and instead, some crazy lady who cries any time a word leaves her mouth, who gets angry at the first sign of tension and who is scared to even be alone has embodied this shell with bright green eyes.
i know the crazy me isn’t really me. and tomorrow, i’m dropping my dosage back to 150. it seemed to be working fine, whereas the 300 is creating a monster. what i hate most about this is the feeling i am letting people down. chris didn’t marry a crazy lady. lake pointe didn’t hire a crazy lady. a crazy lady doesn’t work with my co-workers. but here is crazy lady and her inability to control even the slightest emotion.
i know i really need to get a grip. i wish i could figure out how much of this is me that i am not letting god control and how much is actually the medicine jacking with my chemicals. regardless, i could really use your prayers right now.
Your favorite Christmas movie is………?
over the holiday, i read two great books – the starbucks experience: 5 principles for turning ordinary into extraordinary and you don’t need a title to be a leader: how anyone, anywhere, can make a positive difference.
in the leader book, one of the phrases that has stuck with me is “obligation or opportunity.” so many things in our routine, day-to-day tasks we often deem as obligation: returning emails, answering the phone, responding to messages, interruptions by colleagues…the list could go on forever. one of the ways we can lead (to positively influence) in our lives is by changing our perspective on those mundane things.
instead of looking at them as obligations, try viewing them as opportunities to positively influence someone. next time your phone rings when you’re in the middle of something, think about going above and beyond what that person is going to ask of you. blow them away with your kindness.
obligation? or opportunity. you can decide, regardless of your title or position in your career or your life.
Today was a very Christmasy day.? I played with my twinkly Christmas lights widget.? I bought Bing Crosby’s White Christmas CD on iTunes.? I had a Peppermint Mocha Frappucino (it was rather warm out after walking to Starbucks).? I got a Christmas bonus from work in the mail and an invite to a Christmas party.? Just to let you know, you’re going to get really sick of hearing about Christmas because between now and then, it’s pretty much all I’m gonna write about. :)
I need your grace to remind me to find my own. (SP)
Please take the thirty seconds necessary to skim through this review of Tenacious D ? The Pick of Destiny. I am trying to save you from wasting 90 minutes of your precious life. In fact, this introduction in itself should keep you away from this movie. At this moment, if you are convinced not to see this movie, please move on to the next meaningful thing in your life. I refuse to let this movie even indirectly (via means of this review) steal away the sand in your hourglass.
If you are still thinking of seeing this movie, let me take a clear approach and encourage you by one simple word:
Don?t.
Jack Black is funny, yes. Nacho Libre, School of Rock ? all favorites of mine. I laughed and talked about and quoted them for weeks and months after seeing them. However, when Jack Black partnered with his Tenacious D buddy Kyle Gass on The Pick of Destiny, a strange reaction occurred that removed all humor and intelligence and wit from this film. I have been thinking on this movie for the last 10 days and still have not found words dumb enough to describe the complete disaster this movie ends up being. The plot is simple ? Jack and Kyle are on a search for the Pick of Destiny which will turn them into the most amazing rock stars ever. That is really all the plot entails.
I highly recommend you participate in one of the following events that will be a much better use of your time than seeing this movie:
Please. Save your 90 minutes. I give this movie a 0.25 out of 5. And that is simply for the fact there were no typos in the credits.