To Be or Not to Be....NOT

I will never be...

*A yes man. I will always have my own opinions and they will never be quenched when the time calls for it.

*Able to figure out everything. Try hard as I might, there is no plausible way for me to understand the world's workings. Go figure.

*Willing to tell my adult husband that he can't open the windows.

*A part of an organization that doesn't fit with my ideals and standards.

*An aider and abetter to those who are committing crimes against themselves and others. I have no time for this.

*An avid scrapbooker.

*A tyrant. Though I may be bossy, I have seen this quality in others and I am trying my darndest to keep it all to myself.

*A fantastic artist.

*Able to look some people in the eye again. Times change.

*Without the people I love and respect the most. Even though some may leave, I will always hold them in my heart.

This is Why I'm Hot

Overheating. Wearing a sweatshirt and shorts in a 70 degree house and I'm sweating. It's the feeling one has after swallowing a lot of pool water; the fogginess in your head mixed with the heat of the day. The moral dilemma of it all is that if I change, I will inevitably get cold.

I've been feeling out of it for awhile. I mean, it's not like I normally have lots to do and lots of appointments, blah blah blah. But, I feel like I can't even go stay at home and feel at ease. It's not anything to do with anyone around me - it's more a physical exertion that I'm not used to. I have to battle headaches and exhaustion and overall grumpiness. I feel like it's just like Mommy says - I need to take a multi-vitamin.

Dying to make a sweet ipod mix. I might need my ipod tomorrow and I think that I have the best ideas ever as far as the mix goes. A sweet blend of hard and soft.

There is so much sweet goodness at my house right now. I want everyone to come and share in it.

You Would've Had to See It to Believe It

I'm going to have 6 kids. 4 boys, 2 girls. Boy, boy, girl, boy, boy, girl. I just saw them. They all look like Caleb, except for the youngest girl. And yep, the first boy's name is McKay.

Pippity Poppity

The Office has returned! This Thursday's episode, "The Negotiation" was the first time in all of season 3 that I have laughed the entire episode. Dwight was comedy gold and I didn't even hate Karen that much. I think there might be an Usher Jennifer Hudson Flanagan coming soon.

At the moment, after a strenuous day of work and easter egg hunting, we are all at my house watching one of my favorite movies, "You've Got Mail." Watching it usually makes me wish that there was a lot more mystery in my life. I don't mean to say that I want my existence to turn into a Nancy Drew novel, but I just know a lot about everything that is going on in my life right now. However, all of this is a conundrum because I spend a lot of time gathering information so I can be in the know. Meh, what do I know.

Every Little Thing

They say that you can tell what a person is truly made of when you analyze their idle thoughts. If a person is bad, they will think manipulative and evil thoughts. A good person will veer towards nice and soothing thoughts. Goldiggers will think of ways to dig, writers will think of the next storyline. It's not a bad thought process and it would be very nice to be able to read others' thoughts like that.

But I can't. So, I just read my own.

My idle musings, however, are confusing. Like, now. I'm totally thinking about how every little thing she does it magic, every little thing just turns me on. Even though my life is full of tragic, blah blah blah. You see, my thoughts in the quiet moments almost always turn into a radio station. Right now, it's The Police. This morning, it was Hilary Duff telling me that I should let the rain fall down, let it wash away my sanity.

My idle thoughts are songs.

Sometimes they apply to my life, sometimes not. It may be the song I last heard. The song that was in my dream last night could be my whole soundtrack for the day. The reason for The Police is that my boyfriend got kicked off American Idol last night. This is so deeply entrenched in me that the song he sang this week was the backdrop for my dream last night that he and I were both on American Idol and when he got kicked off, I took him to the mall foodcourt. That's just the way it is.

So, take what you will from the analysis of all of this malarkey. I just figure that tomorrow's idle thoughts will have to do with songs relating to birthdays and being alive in your twenties.

Yep

I like to keep it here. Just like this.









Just like this. Like this.












Here, here and here. This is what I want.













The way I want it is right here.








Sorry to anyone else. Peace.

Goodbye, Spring

All good things must come to an end. Unfortunately, the nice weather here is going down the toilet as dark clouds roll in and intimidate the blue sky. The 30+ hour workweek has also come to an end, as sales have gone down and brought hours down with it. March Madness is almost at its close and leaves a void of excitement in its place. I have a sad feeling that Chris Sligh is going to get voted off "Idol" this week and the house is starting to feel stale.

It's the spring restlessness, I know it.

The things that I'm thinking about recently have come down to a pretty normal level. While I do worry about some things more than I should, I've decided to take a cavalier attitude regarding them and say "Who cares." The things that are awesome, as always, continue to be awesome. The to do list is at a doable level and my visiting teaching is almost done for this month. All in all, my psyche is getting a rest.

My birthday is on Friday, as is Ian Ziering's. And Vincent Van Gogh's. I'll be 22, which is the first age that no one cares about. I mean, people care about it, but there's nothing woohoo about turning 22. And that's fine, seeing as I've had a lot of great and woohoo things happen for me in the last year. I need a break! I'm relatively sure that Caleb has something fun planned for Friday and there's a girls' night that is happening on Saturday night. I'm just trying to keep it real as I get older.