Where’s my trophy?

Trophies

I got in the car, mad and looking for a fight. Since it was just me and my temper on that ride, I smashed the buttons on my radio like that would solve all the injustices of my world. I needed angry music.

Hoping for Pink, but settling for the Beastie Boys, I slouched in my seat and scowled. As the Beastie Boys faded into Billy Idol and then slowed down into Billy Joel, I rolled my eyes. C’mon! Could nobody play some good mad songs? Don’t they know I’m throwing a tantrum here?

I took a deep breath. And another deep breath. I knew I was acting childish, but I didn’t care. It’s not fair! I did the right thing, I did what I’m supposed to. And am I rewarded, recognized, patted on the back? NO.

As a matter of fact, I was punished after doing all the right things. Barely, but still. That’s practically the opposite of being rewarded.

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I pitched this fit after my weekly weigh-in, when, after a week of tracking all my food and working out four – FOUR! – times, I had a tiny gain. I went in to my meeting expecting a big loss. And as I saw the scale settle on that hateful number, I couldn’t help myself. I felt the tears spring to my eyes and my blood pressure soar, and then I heard my voice.

“But I did so goooood this week!”

Yes, I not only whined but I also did it with poor grammar. *sigh*

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Much as I’d like to distance myself from that childish outburst, I can’t. That girl who whines about not getting what she wants, what she deserves, the brat who curses her non-satellite stereo playing easy listening songs at the moment she needs heavy metal – she’s me.

I might keep her hidden most of the time with my positive outlook and encouraging words, but she’s always there. And she’s ticked.

The day before my disastrous weigh-in, I argued with my husband. Nothing big, but nothing new, either. As we talked about our schedule and our budget, he made a comment justifying his job and its long hours, implying [in my mind] that I’m not appreciative of him.

After breathing deep for a minute or two, I reminded him that I am very grateful for his job and his dedication to working hard and providing for our family. And then I launched into a speech he should have memorized by now about how I’m not complaining and anyone else might complain and I want to complain but I don’t and have you noticed how awesome I am and why don’t you ever tell me how awesome I am!

I said to him, “I’m not asking for a trophy or anything, but some recognition would be nice.”

But you know what? I do want a trophy.

[And, yes, I did turn that conversation about him right around to me.]

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I am highly motivated by recognition, and words of affirmation is my strongest love language. But I’ve been thinking lately that maybe I need to quit looking so hard for approval, take a break from longing for pats on the back. Because it seems like I spend a lot of time feeling frustrated or underappreciated (or, in the case of my weigh-in, totally ripped off), and that can’t be good.

I’ve even been thinking about this in relation to my One Word for 2012 (obey). Over the past several days, I’ve changed my prayer from, “Please give me the strength to obey” to “Please help me obey in love.” I’m realizing that I do a lot of “good” things out of fear or my need for approval and recognition, when really, I should be doing them out of love.

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This isn’t really a fully formed realization; it’s more like a collection of random thoughts that kind of go together. I’m still working through it and figuring out where this tendency affects my life, when it’s okay and when it’s actually hurting me or holding me back.

By the way, when I got home after searching for some music to rage to in the car, I pulled up my Pink Pandora station. And the best it came up with was a little Evanescence, Sara Bareilles and Maroon 5. Who I like. But still, when I need angry music, I need angry music!

Are you motivated by recognition? Have you ever noticed a pattern of obeying out of fear instead of love? And what kind of music do you like when you’re mad?

Life’s hard.

Last week Annalyn asked me for a piece of printer paper to scribble draw a picture on. I said no and as she started to complain, I said [sarcastically, because that often works with four-year-olds. Oh, wait.], “Ohhhh, poor baby! It’s too bad you don’t have anything to color on. It’s too bad you only have 12 coloring books in your basket over there.”

Without missing a beat, she said, “But I want 13 coloring books!”

I just about lost it right then and there. Are you kidding me? Some kids don’t have any coloring books! Some kids don’t even have crayons! There are starving children in Africa!!!

Last weekend, Mark and I were discussing work schedules and budgets and other fun topics, and he said, “Yeah, because we’re broke.”

Again, I came a little unglued. Broke? Really? Because we’ve been broke, and this is NOT it. And really? When we were so-called “broke”? It’s not like we were really, really POOR. We don’t even KNOW poor. Come ON!”

Clearly we are suffering from the first-world problems in my house. And I’m afraid I have to say “we” in that statement, because I’m just as bad as my family. Which just might explain why I was so sensitive to their overblown statements and ridiculous complaints. Because I’m just as overblown and ridiculous as they are.

Thanks to one little click on Twitter this morning, I fell down the hilarious rabbit hole (and sad commentary) of first-world problems posts. I’m sure you’ve read some yourself, but in case you missed these, here are the ones I found today:

I’m halfway through a serious, deep thoughts sort of post, but after reading those (and more), I had to chime in with my own list of first-world problems.

  1. My house is really cold. I have to wear slippers while I sit on the couch and watch TV.
  2. It is such a pain to copy and paste links from my Delicious bookmarks. It takes three steps!
  3. I have to go to the bank in person to close my health savings account [from four years ago], because they won’t let me do it over the phone.
  4. Pinterest and Hootsuite keep logging me out, even though I click the “remember me” button.
  5. I forgot to get some things at the store yesterday, so I’m going to have to go back again today.
  6. I only need two things, though, so I can’t decide if I should take in a reusable bag or not.
  7. The next book in the series I’m officially addicted to is on hold at the library. I’m number 237 in line, and I don’t want to wait.
  8. Every time I buy a Groupon for house cleaning, the company goes out of business. I hate cleaning my own house. [Seriously. On both counts.]
  9. I keep forgetting my password for paying my student loan bill online.
  10. My VCR remote is broken, so I can’t fast forward through commercials. What am I, an animal?

What about you – do you have any first-world problems? Go ahead and get them off your chest in the comments. You know you’ll feel better!

This post will be linked up to Top Ten Tuesday on OhAmanda.

Monday Morning Mmmm: Parmesan Knots

Remember when I said I was going to start sharing more healthy recipes with you this year? Yeah, I don’t really know what to tell you. I blame Pinterest, but clearly someone else is to blame because time and time again, I tag, pin and otherwise bookmark recipes for appetizers, desserts and breads. Finding a main dish recipe in my collection is darned near impossible!

Granted, I did start a soup board on Pinterest, but I haven’t tried any out yet. I’m the only person in my house who eats soup, so it’s low on the family priority list.

All that to say – surprise! This week’s recipe is for bread!

But it’s gooood bread. And super easy. And kind of looks fancy, so you can pretend to be real gourmet during the week, if you want. (Then again, if your family inhales and/or plays with their dinner like mine does, perhaps “fancy” isn’t what you’re looking for at all. If that’s the case, just focus on the “good” and “easy” part.)

As part of my “it’s a new year, so I’d better start doing all those things I should’ve been doing all along” phase, I’ve been making dinner every single night instead of relying on eating out every few days. I enjoy cooking, but since we’re rushing around more often than not during the week, we usually forgo bread with our meal. With this quick recipe, though, you can add it in pretty easily. If your family is a big fan of the carbs like mine (go figure), I’m sure they’ll thank you!

Parmesan Knots
Source: Real Mom Kitchen

1 tube (12 ounces) refrigerated buttermilk biscuits
1/4 cup canola oil
3 tbsp grated Parmesan cheese
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp dried oregano
1 tsp dried parsley flakes

Preheat oven to 375 degrees (or whatever temperature your biscuits call for). Roll each biscuit into a rope (or, as we called it in our house, a snake), and tie it into a knot. Mix together oil and spices. Dredge each know in oil mixture and place on greased baking sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes or until golden brown.

Now that I’ve made these, taken photos, served them to my family and enjoyed one (okay, fine, TWO) myself, I realize that the original recipe said to bake the rolls first, then brush on the oil mixture.

I suspect the rolls might have a slightly different texture that way, but the taste should be the same. And since I thought they tasted like Pizza Hut breadsticks, I say that taste is pretty good! But . . . um, yeah . . . I’ll try baking first and basting second next time. Just to see the difference.

And I know there will be a next time because about 2.3 minutes into dinner (and 2.3 bites into her roll), my daughter asked, “When are you going to make these again, Mommy? Can we make them on Tuesday?”

Do you make bread on weeknights? Or is that something you reserve for the weekends (or “fancy” dinners)?

This post will be linked to Mouthwatering Monday, Tasty Tuesday, Tuesdays at the Table, Tempt My Tummy Tuesday, 33 Shades of Green, Works for Me Wednesday, I’m Lovin’ It and Foodie Friday. It will also be linked to Ingredient Spotlight at Eat at Home Cooks.

Weekend Links, 1.21.12

It’s been a pretty quiet week at my house, and we don’t have much planned for the weekend. (Seriously. I said Tuesday was a big night because I was trying out a new workout video and watching the season premiere of White Collar. That quiet.) That doesn’t happen too often, so I’m enjoying a little bit of downtime while I’ve got it.

Have you been busy lately? How’s your weekend look? Have you read anything good lately? Share in the comments!

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Why I Would Make a Great Librarian

Last week I went to the library after I dropped off Annalyn at preschool. I’d finished reading the first book of a series and wanted to check out the second installment. According to the library’s website, the second book was available at the library branch not far from the school.

I looked for the book but couldn’t find it. I’m no stranger to the library or its shelving systems, but I just didn’t see it. So I grabbed the third book, which was easy to find, and walked up to the counter. I pointed to the book and said to the librarian, “I’m looking for the second book in this series. Can you help me find it?”

She squinted at the book, then turned it around to face her. As she started to click on her computer, she mumbled the name of the author and then asked me, “Do you know the title?”

She didn’t know anything about this series of books.

I told her, and she did find the book for me. (It was shelved in a special section for award-winners.) She was friendly and even walked over to the section with me instead of doing the discount store point and wave. But I was shocked – and, yes, a little appalled – that she didn’t know the book I was looking for.

It reminded me of a scene in “You’ve Got Mail,” where Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) has closed her children’s bookstore and visits the box store that put her out of business. As she sits, sadly, in the children’s section, she hears a customer ask a sales associate: “Do you have the “Shoe” books?”

The salesperson has no clue what she’s talking about, so Kathleen pipes up with the author’s name (and spelling) and a recommendation for which book in the series to read first.

As she walks away, she says to herself, “They know nothing, they know absolutely nothing.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that a librarian should know about every book on the shelves! But I do think they should be familiar with the most popular books or series in the most popular genres. And the book I was looking for? It is a popular one.

Even worse? It’s a KIDS’ series. What if I’d been a 10-year-old kid asking for help? Imagine the difference it would make if the librarian responded with, “Oh yeah, that’s a great series! Who’s your favorite character?” or even, “Oh, right. My nephew read these books and loved them!”

I know I’m asking a lot here. And maybe it’s too much. But I don’t think it should be. After all, I’ve never watched an episode of True Blood, but I know that the show is based on a series of books. And I can tell you the name of that series and the author’s name, even though I’ve never read one of the books either.

Later that day I went to a different library while Annalyn was at Awana. While I was sitting at the computer, I heard a young person ask a question. The librarian’s response simultaneously made me want to throw up my hands in disgust and enroll myself in a library science master’s program: “Oh, I don’t know that section very well. But you can look up young adult books online.”

Online?! Online. Of course he can look it up online. But he was asking YOU, Mr. Librarian.

See, I think kids should read. A lot. But I know that’s not always the case. So if a child is asking for help? For the love of the Dewey decimal system, that child should get some help! He shouldn’t be told, “Oh, look online,” or “I don’t know anything about those books.”

I could go on. I really could. But I realize this is the second ranting post I’ve written this week, so perhaps I should focus on my own revelation from that day: I think maybe I should be a librarian.

Why I Would Make a Great Librarian:

  1. I love to read.
  2. I love books – actual books. I love the feel of them and even the smell of them. Sure, I’m a blogger and I love technology. But even more than that? I love books.
  3. I love reading lots of different types of books. Right now I’m on a big paranormal YA kick, but I also read tons of gritty mysteries, spy novels and political thrillers, Christian mystery novels, romance and Christian romance. I also read some historical fiction, some Christian historical fiction and the occasional classic. And while I don’t love them as much as novels, I read non-fiction books, too. (Just a lot more slowly than the novels I inhale.)
  4. My first job was in a library.
  5. Sometimes I still find myself straightening books on the shelves, and I never put books down or back out of order.
  6. I am a huge proponent of the library, because it’s dumb to buy a book I’m only going to read once. I even check out movies, CDs and TV shows from the library.
  7. Goodreads.com is one of my favorite websites.
  8. I really like things/people to be quiet, so I’ve got that librarian <i>Ssshhh!</i> down pat.
  9. One of my favorite books from last year was all about libraries and librarians. It was not even a novel. It was a non-fiction book about librarians, and I found it fascinating.
  10. See above story. I was in two different libraries in one day. If that’s not a sign I should be a librarian, I don’t know what is.

I’ve actually done some research on this idea of mine. Becoming a librarian would require another degree. I’m not opposed to that idea, because I love school, but it seems higher education is still not free. So until I win the get-your-master’s-degree lottery, I suppose I’ll have to make do with reading every book I can get my hands on and straightening my own bookshelves.

Although the next time I hear a clueless librarian talking with a kid, I might have to pull a Kathleen Kelly and help out.

Have you ever thought you’d make a great [fill in the blank]? What would you be, if education or training were free?

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