Cheryl on the Web

Yes, that’s right, my parents and grandparents have come and gone. Our time together was a memory for a lifetime. I’m working on a page dedicated to their visit; see this page for the info.

Tim is always one to make me laugh. I was reminded of this tonight when we were cooking. Three things needed to be done: the rice needed to cook, the bread needed to go in the oven, and the chicken and vegetables needed to be fried in the wok. Tim says, “Okay, I’m doing the bread so you can do the chicken and veggies.” I say with a big smile on my face, “Hmm, sorry, can’t, I’m doing the rice! Ha ha :D” Tim thinks about this for a little while and then starts looking around. “Hello, anyone! We need someone to do the wok! Anyone? Speak up, I can’t hear you!”

3.. 2.. 1.. Pack! Clean! Move! Vacation! The busiest two weeks of this year are about to begin.
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When I begin to think about it, moving to a foreign country is like solving one of those word puzzles I used to do for homework in the sixth grade. There are all kinds of things that must be done, and each is dependent on another. So, I’m going to give you the to-do list and you see what order everything has to go in:
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Looking back on the experiences that have really shaped my life, I see one recurring theme: my obsession with the details and a need for security and planning. And looking back, I think I can call it wisdom that tells me: that wasn’t necessary. In fact, it only hindered your enjoyment and lust for life. (I could go off on a complete detour here and blame my obsessions on my mother, who plans everything in Excel and screams when a glass breaks, or on my father, who is an engineer skilled in building detailed plans. But I won’t, lucky for you!)

I know I’m a drama queen. Always have been! :D The littlest cut and the biggest mosquito always send me into panic. And that’s not a problem, but it is when it carries over into how you look at life. I read a story tonight about a guy who had to wait two weeks for test results on whether or not he had terminal cancer or no cancer at all. Talk about living in suspense! No room for drama queens there - that could send a person over the edge.

So, my conclusion tonight is: Life is disproportional. It is never so big as we see it and never so bad as it seems. And everything I write about or will write about on this blog, is still small and insignificant, no matter how gigantic important or impressive or amazing it seems. Thus, the reason for my new tagline:

About the small things in life that seem oh so big