Just call me Mary Quite Contrary

So I spent a couple of hours weeding in my backyard on Saturday. My mother's jaw will have dropped right about now when she reads this. I'm normally not much of gardener mainly because I'm not much of an outside gal. I've been trying to change that day by day. So anyway our backyard is a complete disaster and it could be quite pretty and we could have parties back there. There are some nice lilac and rose bushes by the fence and beautiful ground cover (I love me a good ground cover, mom will vouch for that. how is that flox doing by the way)

The whole point of the weeding is to eventually plant flowers and a vegetable garden. My roommate T is taking care of the front yard and a little in the back. L is in charge of the vegetable garden once I've got it weeded and I will do my own little flower box and more ground cover. I want to put a stone walkway somewhere in there too but we'll see.

So I was originally asked to mow the back lawn. Well, I tried. I woke up put on some lawn mowing clothes and went right out to do it. But our lawn mower is so temperamental and wouldn't start. Yes it had gas and yes I followed all instructions to start it but it wouldn't. And yes I tried more than once. So I decided to go and weed. The northwest side of our yard has been taken over by major grass and weeds so I set out to clear that. I did a pretty a good job too. I just mainly cut it all down so I could see where to hoe and trimmed some rose bushes back. It got quite tiring after awhile and so I called it a day. Now I am suffering from major muscle soreness, nice sunburn on the upper part of my back, scratches from the rose bushes, and I believe a bite from some insect on my foot (probably for destroying its home). I think I'll do some more tonight.

Funny Website

I was just introduced to this new website the other day and it is hilarious. It is called Ask a Ninja.com. They have videos where someone has asked this Ninja a question and he gives a very intelligent yet laugh out loud funny answer. I reccommend you watching the videos called "Killicon", "Physics", "Minjas" and especially for my cousin Ben who loves this subject "Net Neutrality" (the latest one). So funny. Check it.

Its Official: I am one of those emotional females.

*This is a pretty long post so give yourself some time to read it. If you have an issue refer to the message in my profile

First an update to the post about wonderful British period dramas: I just finished North and South and it was soooooooooooo good. Mainly because of the ending when the guy and the girl get together and kiss (or mini makeout if you will). The lead guy John Thornton (played by Richard Armitage cuter in the movie than in the picture) is extrememely similar to Mr. Darcy's character except for maybe not as refined. He is brooding and quite sinister most of the time and even gets into an argument during his proposal to the heroine. To his credit he does try to propose nicely but she stops him abruptly and he gets angry and yells at her that he loves her but doesn't believe him. When I saw that scene I was like "okay I like this movie because it reminded of that.)

But the end is what really gets ya. The thing that touched me the most was how Mr. Thornton reminded me of a boy I had a crush on in highschool. He was pretty cute but hardly ever smiled. He always seemed to be in a bad mood. What caused me to have a crush on him was when I made him smile and laugh a little one day. Oh my gosh he became ten times cuter. The fact that I had made him smile just threw me over. Not that I was the only one who would make him smile but it made me feel so good. At that moment that smile was just for me. Of course he didn't return my feelings but that doesn't matter. Still so cute. Anyway Mr. Thornton did the same thing at the end and he was ten times cuter and really did kind of look like my friend.

Okay enough of that now on to the main reason of my post. I decided that last I had officially become an emotional female. There have been hints of it coming more and more frequently of late but last night was the clincher. So when I finished the above mentioned movie and the last seen was so great, I decided to watch it again. Just that scene. The kissing scene, which usually there is only one in these types of movies and usually at the end. It was still so good so I decided to watch it a third time and that's when it happened. I don't know what came over me. I used to never do this for a movie. I started crying. Not like huge sobs or anything just tears rolling down my cheeks and I just let them go, didn't bother to wipe them away. Not because I was sad but because they were so happy and I want to be that way someday. Okay and maybe a little bit sad that it hasn't happened yet but mostly because it was the most adorable end scene of a movie. I'm getting a little teary eyed right now just thinking about it. That's when I knew. I had become a silly overemotional female.

Let me list some other examples of this coming on:
As I said before I cried at the end of this movie but this isn't the only thing that has set me to crying in the last couple of years but it happens a lot more frequently now. I cry at commercials. Yes! I know! The really sweet ones. I can't remember which ones off hand. If I watch one soon I'll let you know. Maybe cry is a strong word but I definitely get teary eyed to the point that it could almost turn to crying. I cry at songs. A couple years ago I was listening to my Disney Greatest Hits c.d. while driving on the freeway and it played "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid. I was just singing along and somewhere in there it hit a chord and I was bawling. I was just as shocked as you probably are right now. I couldn't understand it. That was the last of its kind until just this last Christmas I was driving home (my home home) listening to a mix I had compiled of Christmas songs. One of my favorite songs is "The Little Drummer Boy" I've always loved that song. This version was sung by Frank Sinatra and I was singing along with old blue eyes. Well, it got to the part in the song where the boy is playing is drum and he sings "I played my drum for him pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for him" and that was it right then and I got veklempt and as I finished the song the tears came streaming. Again I was shocked and each time after that when I listened to that song it happened at that exact same point in the song.

This occurs most often though with visual things: T.V. shows, movies, pictures. And most of the time its a happy moment in those shows, sometimes I'll cry at something sad that has happened but mostly its when something moves me. It doesn't seem to occur with books though so I'm safe there for now. I think that is mostly because the books that I've been reading really haven't moved me that much or I already know what happens in the story so I'm prepared. We'll see if that changes anytime soon.

Oh and even after the revelation came that I was an emotional female last night I watched that last scene two or three more times. I'm buying it.

Imaginings in an Elevator

Before I get to the imaginings part I just want to say I don't know why some people feel the need to talk in elevators: talking to a complete stranger. "How's your day goin?" "I don't know why these elevators are so slow." "It sure is nice to be going home" "Another day at the grind eh?" Honestly this idle banter gets on my nerves. Is it really so hard to just stand in silence for a few minutes until you reach your floor. I know it should be a good thing for people to reach out to each other and blah blah blah blah. Well, I'm not really one of those people. I'm already uncomfortable being in a small enclosed space with a stranger for any length of time; lets not add to the awkwardness with meaningless chatter.

Now to the imaginings will may be somewhat hypocritical of what I just said and yet also explain why people feel the need to talk. As I said above, it is a little uncomfortable being in such a small space with someone you don't know. The fact that you can't go anywhere is mildly disconcerting. So your mind starts to imagine things (okay maybe I should just stick to my mind, I don't know what's going on in your mind and frankly I don't want to know). Usually this imaginings only come when sharing the elevator with the opposite sex. So if I am in an elevator with an attractive man then I think "wouldn't it be so great if I were the type of person who could just speak to strangers? I could start up a little meaningless banter and then there would be a spark and he would want to stay and talk to me (maybe hitting the emergency stop button) or ask for my phone number and then it would be so perfect and we would get married and.....then he gets off on his floor." Opposite situation: Another guy, not necessarily unattractive, but sends a different vibe. Suddenly images of him pushing the emergency stop button and attacking me (not necessarily raping). There would be no where to go and I would be trapped. Sometimes I just think anyone male or female will just decide to do something weird at that point in time when I'm in the elevator with them, maybe they feel like punching someone and I'm there.

So maybe the people that feel the need to fill that space with the useless chatter can't handle their own imaginings. I guess I'm a much stronger person than that. So cut the chatter!