On being an introvert

It probably comes as no surprise to most of you to learn that I’m an introvert. In fact, if you’ve been reading the blog for a while you may remember that I’ve mentioned that fact before. Under the very best circumstances, being extremely busy or very social for extended periods of time is exhausting to me.

I realized earlier this week that having a newborn exacerbates my normal introvert tendencies to super-introvert level. I think its because there’s really no alone time when you have a newborn; either the newborn is with you or the toddler is with you or you have visitors (who are hopefully not expecting you to entertain them). Regardless, you’re never alone and if there’s one thing I know about myself its how much I need alone time.

That realization led me to think about being an introvert in general. On one hand, I’m very glad that in the last several years introverts have been getting a lot of attention. Growing up, everyone thought I was shy and a loner. I neither of those, but being categorized that way from an early age shaped my personality. From that perspective, I’m glad that introversion is becoming more widely acknowledged and understood. BUT I also feel like being an introvert is that “cool” thing to be right now. I just want to go on record now as having been an introvert before it was mainstream.

Coincidentally, a few days after those 3 a.m. realizations, I came across a very interesting link on the Modern Mrs. Darcy blog (have you discovered that blog? No? You should totally read it.). The link was to a blog called Introvert, Dear and was to a post about the 4 types of introverts. That’s right. Apparently, there’s not just one kind of introvert. The four types identified are social, thinking, anxious, and restrained. I took the quiz at Scientific American and my type of introversion is thinking. I read the description of thinking introversion and it’s basically a description of me. So, at least for me, the quiz is accurate. Even if it’s not accurate, it’s pretty fun.

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Unbelievable

So, I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago for my physical and a couple of vaccinations (the flu and whopping cough–both only because of the baby). Yesterday, I got the results from the bazillion (not an exaggeration) tests they did. Slightly unsurprisingly, I’m super healthy. Except. I have high cholesterol.

At first, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, if you know me or have been reading ye olde bloge for any amount of time, you know I’m pretty healthy. I run (sometimes), I do yoga, I weight train (less often than I should these days), I’m a  vegetarian, I don’t eat processed foods (very much). I’m generally speaking pretty super healthy. In fact, I think this is the first time, I’ve ever had a slightly abnormal test result. So what did I do? That’s right. I turned to the interwebz.

Here’s what I found: Having high cholesterol when you’re breastfeeding is pretty normal and common. Which is weird, but makes me feel a little bit better and talked me off the OH-MY-GOD-I’M-GOING-TO-DIE-A-PREMATURE-HEART-DISEASE-RELATED-DEATH cliff I had been on. I mean, if the results don’t change after Stella weans I’m sure I’ll be back on the cliff, but for now I’m good. Has anyone else had this experience?

Impatient

I’ve been having some problems with patience lately. Some pretty major problems. It seems like now is never the time when what I want to happen is actually going to happen. The thing is, this is a pretty new feeling for me. I’m not saying I’m normally the most patient person in the world, but it seems like I never really want something that I isn’t in my power to get or make happen pretty immediately. Please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying in that last sentence. I don’t have the means to buy everything I want when I want it. What I mean is that usually when I want things, those things are generally things that I do have the means to buy or things whose existence is within my control.

For the last several weeks, the things that I want to happen and that I’m looking forward to are entirely not within my control in terms of timing or, well, anything. I don’t want to bore you guys with the details of the list (it includes the new iphone and other such very important items), but I do want to share one thing that is finally going to happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow, after what seems like an eternity, we’re going to find out the sex of the baby. I mean, if everything goes as expected with the ultrasound we’ll find out the sex of the baby. The funny thing is, I didn’t want to know sex of the baby before birth until about 6 weeks ago. In fact, I was pretty adamant that we wouldn’t find out; I mean, baby boy or baby girl, it’s still a baby. Why find out ? But S. really wanted to know and he talked me into it too. Just like that, I didn’t just want to know, I wanted to know immediately. Needless to say, these last 6 weeks or so have just crawled by.

Now that the day is upon us, I’m unexpectedly nervous.

And excited.

And impatient.

Mostly impatient.

How do you deal with this? What’s the secret to being more patient?

Progress!

From the number of readers and facebook comments on yesterday’s Open Letter to My Neighbors, I’m not the only person in town blessed with firework loving neighbors.The facebook comments made me feel actually blessed. Apparently, several of you have neighbors who have been shooting fireworks in the DAYLIGHT. I want to ask why anyone would even do this and explain that you can only see them at night, but something tell me logic is useless. And, if the “I feel your pain” facebook comments weren’t enough to reassure me that the problem is widespread, yesterday one of the City Councilmen asked the City’s law department to draft a noise ordinance limiting the hours fireworks can be set off.

I don’t know if any of my actual neighbors read the blog, but I’m going to assume they do. Because last night there were NO fireworks! It was awesome. I fell asleep to the sound of white noise and was never jolted awake sure that my house was being firebombed.

So, pyrotechnic genius neighbors, I thank you for the restful night’s sleep. And, so do the bear dogs. Another night of fireworks may have driven them over the edge.

An open letter to my neighbors

In case you’re not familiar with my former open letters, check them out here and here. BTW, I still don’t really understand if I’m using open letters correctly. I feel like I’m Will Ferrel in Anchorman when he doesn’t understand how to use “when in Rome” and just says it in response to everything.

Dear Firework Loving Neighbors,

On Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night, and, yes, even Monday night, the rest of us really really appreciated your zeal for using fire to light explosives and make them fly into and paint the night sky. It was truly magical and a showed a talent for matching store bought pyrotechnics with a bic lighter that the world has never seen before.

But.

Now it’s Wednesday.

I understand that Kentucky changed it fireworks law this year. I understand that the fireworks stand on the corner is selling its remaining stock at 5 for 1 prices. I get it. The lure of previously illegal explosives at rock bottom prices is nearly irresistible.

But.

Seriously.

It’s Wednesday.

Some of us have to be productive members of society. Some of us have jobs that require us to be awake and fully functioning well before noon.

So. On behalf of the rest of the neighborhood, STOP IT WITH THE DAMN FIREWORKS!

 

What is happening in Kentucky?!?

What a crazy day it’s been here in KY. Severe Thunderstorms, Tornadoes, woman getting stomped. Well that last one was actually last night, but it’s blown up today.

In case you didn’t hear, at a senatorial debate last night some volunteer from moveon.org tried to give Rand Paul some fake award. Rand Paul’s supporters pulled her away and held her on the ground. And then, one of them STOMPED on her head/neck area.

Crazy right? And I mean that on the part of everyone involved–the woman shouldn’t have tried to force her way to the candidate (I can see why there would be legitimate concern about that)–but it’s mostly directed at Stompy McStomperson.  Who does that? There was no need for any force; if this lady was a threat, she had already been neutralized. She was being held on the ground and police were being called.

The worst part of the whole situation is that there are some nut jobs out there saying that she deserved to be treated like that. People are using this to spread animosity between liberals and conservatives, as if there wasn’t enough already. The whole situation makes me sick. Literally, I was actually nauseated after I watched the video. You should watch the video if you haven’t, by the way. Click here.

Please note while I don’t like Rand Paul’s politics even a little, I don’t think this inicident should be used against him in any way. I mean, unless some evidence comes out that connects him to the incident there’s no reason to blame him.

Anyway, the weather has been crazy here too. The temperature dropped 20 degrees in about, 15 minutes and I thought my front door was going to blow in a few minutes ago. Oh, and, to the local weather guy, calling your daughter’s school while on air to tell them to take shelter immediately isn’t a good way to keep viewers close to that school calm. Just a bit of advice.

 

Hmmm…

Yesterday I heard that California was considering passing a law banning plastic bags. My inner enviro-warrior cheered. But the practical side of me was feeling a little “meh” about it.

Practically speaking, there are tons of laws out there. Tons. Do we (yes, I say we even though I don’t live in California) really need a new one? I really want to answer no, BUT, on the other hand I have a lot of hatred for plastic bags. I started using reusuable bags as soon as I saw them, yet, somehow, I still have about 5 million and 7 of those stupid plastic bags around my house. I reuse them as trash bin liners, I use them to pick up dog “waste”, I carry lunches in them, I put them in my car for trash… how do I still have so many when my husband and I only bring about 2 a month into the house?!?!

So because plastic grocery bags live forever, both in my house and in landfills, I would really really like it if they were phased out. But the idea of doing it by law makes me a little squeamish. It seems to me that it would be easier for individual stores to stop offering them. I know several places just around my little town that expect you to use leftover boxes they provide or bring your own bag. It’s not a hassle even if you don’t it when you go in because one leftover cardboard box will contain what it would take 30 plastic shopping bags to hold. Why can’t more stores do that? Why does there have to be a law requiring it before anything happens?

In other news, I heard this morning that the proposed law didn’t actually happen because of heavy lobbying by the chemical company that manufactures most of the plastic bags used in the US. While I’m clearly not sure about how I feel about the law, I think that is a terrible reason for it not to have happened.