â€¢I want those heels on the cover of Real Simple.Â I can’t remember the last time I wore heels…I think October 2007.Â No joke.
â€¢It’sÂ Thursday night and I’m the only one awake.Â I love times like these.Â My second wind comes.Â My mind clears.Â Almost anything seems possible late at night.
â€¢I’m ashamed to admit that I watched an episode (or 2 or 3) of Jersey Shore this week.Â That show is one huge trainwreck…you know you should look away, but you just can’t resist staring.
â€¢It’s hard for me to give up the idea of control, but it feels so good.Â I’m not talking anything too deep here…just the idea that it’s okay if not everyone does something the way I think theyÂ should.Â Let it go, let your shoulders drop, breath a sigh of relief…the world will keep turning.Â I’m trying to do this more.
â€¢I’m getting the itch to rearrange furniture.Â If I’m not going to cut my hairÂ I need to change somethingÂ elseÂ in my life.
â€¢AAA is so worth it.
â€¢The train is coming through right now.Â I inherited my love for trains from my grandma and from her father.Â I love the idea that tonight I will push the publish button here and people the world over can read my thoughts if they so care, while a mile away a train on tracks is moving lumber across country, roughly the same way it would have done so one hundred years ago.
â€¢The bottom of my purse:Â 1 red golf ball, 5 bouncy balls, 15 marbles, 2 smiley face erasers,Â 3 rubber bands, 2 bobby pins, $3.31 in change.Â Â I have no idea how all that stuff got in there.Â I do know I need a smaller purse.
â€¢Barney is a thing of the past.Â Thank goodness.Â Now we’re on to Scooby Doo!Â Mystery Incorporated.Â It’s second fiddle to the original Scooby Doo, but tons better than a singing purple dinosaur.Â Although I’m really not sure about Shaggy and Velma together.Â And Daphne being so Fred-crazy is just nonsense.
â€¢The cotton fields are so lush right now.Â I love looking out over them when the sun is low in the sky and seeingÂ an ocean of goldish green.
â€¢I’m having a fairly difficult time grasping the fact that I’m turning 32 next month.Â Not in a “I-am-forever-29” way, but more in a “wasn’t it just yesterday that I was turning 21?” sort of way.
â€¢Why must I have allergies and need glasses?
â€¢Am I a nervous nellie because Beau is a mini Evel Knievel?Â Or is Beau a mini Evel Knievel because I’m a nervous nellie?Â Or is there simply no correlation?
â€¢If you ask me the world needs a little less airing all your business on facebook.
â€¢I’m so anxious for fall.Â I’m dreaming about open windows, cool breezes, crisp air, and that wonderful, indescribable scent of the crisp air.Â What are you dreaming about?
â€¢Be good to yourself.