Friday Night In

I am the kind of person that has a hard time sitting still. Being a mom, there is always something to pick up, put away, clean up, sign, make, replace, fill, empty...you name it. It needs to be done. It really gives me a purpose. I'm not complaining because I love having a purpose. 

Tonight, my purpose is visiting his dad for the weekend and I am chillaxin' and relaxin'. I got home and made myself a pork dinner, enjoyed a package that I received in the mail (finally), layed on the couch, watched a movie and had a ME night. In the past I was made to feel bad about pampering myself, but I've learned that everyone deserves a little pampering. Treating yourself to some ME time is not a bad thing, it's a healthy thing!

So here I am. I feel restored and renewed and ready to tackle the weekend! (not that the weekend needs to be tackled, because I plan on extending my ME evening, to a ME weekend.)

Don't Loose That Spark

A quote I found from Ayn Rand.

“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.”

Take My Backpack, please.

Today was a "test run" at the middle school for all of the incoming 6th graders. Being that my son has A TON of school supplies and a trumpet to bring to school on Monday, I suggested he bring a few things today in his backpack. (Sounded like a good idea, right??!) That was all well and good, until other kids showed up at the bus stop with just their schedules in hand....and no backpacks.

He leaned over to me and asked, "Can you take my backpack home, please." He was being nice because I know he really wanted to say, "For God's sake MOM, why did you make me bring my backpack today?!?"

I'll be taking him to school on Monday because he doesn't want to carry all of his school supplies on the bus.

At The End of the Day

At the end of the day after all the work is done; At the end of the day as we watch the setting sun; After all the trials, and after all the pain; After all the struggles to make it through the day;

I thank God for peace and rest and for the little smiles from you; I thank God for the rising stars and for little hugs from you.

For there is no blessing, such as this I found so true; It's such a pleasure just coming home and spending the end of the day with you.

A Name Above All Names

I have been long overdue for a trip away from St. Louis and this weekend was the perfect time for one. I have a dear friend that recently moved from Hawaii to Kansas City and because I am stoked she back on the mainland....I decided to head to Kansas City to see her (PLUS I knew she probably was long overdue for some Kel time!)

Erica and I very much the same. We're single moms. We're quite the empaths. And we take life by the horns and say, "Bring it." 

One of the BEST things about this weekend was Erica's daughter, Sequoia. I am her Auntie Kelly and it's a name that someone has given me that I will forever cherish. (It's 2nd best to being called Mommy.) She is the only one in my life that calls me Aunt because...I don't have any siblings, therefore technically cannot be anyone's aunt. BUT I AM AUNT KELLY to Sequoia....and I absolutely love it.

Being that I work for a dancewear company that makes THE CUTEST dancewear and costumes, I brought a few little items for Sequoia to enjoy. Next to myself, I have never seen anyone enjoy clothes like this little girl. It was FASHION SHOW weekend for sure. She seriously changed outfits like every half hour. On Saturday evening, we dropped her off at gymnastics (so Erica and I could enjoy a little girl time shopping for ourselves) and when she walked into the door the first thing out of her mouth was, "Look at what my auntie brought for me? Isn't it beautiful." Adorable. Words can't descibe how wonderful I felt.

There's just something about being called Aunt Kelly that I will never take for granted...and that I will truely live up to being given that name.  All I have to say is WATCH OUT WORLD, because this little 6 year old fashionista is going to be famous one day! And her AUNT KELLY is going to be supplying the diva's wardrobe!

Gross.

There's nothing more disgusting than coming across a dead bird. I used to have a dog that LOVED to come across dead birds, and then roll around in them. (yes, he would smell horrible after this exercize) Sometimes he would pick them up and put them on the step. Ummm, no thanks. Dead birds are disgusting! I will cross the street if I am on a walk and notice one in the distance...so I won't have to walk by it.

Then today happened. I was driving back from a nice lunch with my windows down and the music playing...loving life. I pulled into a an available parking spot, turned the car off and then saw it. A dead bird stuck in the grill of the car in front of me. I almost started my car up again and pulled into another parking spot...but I thought, no, I can handle this. As I got out of my car, I avoided my eyes...but a quick accidental glance made me throw up in my mouth a little.

You're Either A Toaster or An Oven...You Can't Be Both

I am frustrated with the toaster oven here at work. I see other people use it, so I know it works. Why is it when I go to use it, I have my bagel in there and I'm standing around waiting for it to toast....and nothing happens. No toasting. No heating up. Nothing.

I feel like an idiot.

Microwaves are the greatest invention ever.

Not A Cat Person

So I am not a cat person, but I have seemed to find myself with cats as pets over the years.

1.) Snickers: The grumpy old fat cat I had in high school. He was awesome. He hated everyone except for the 3 of us. He was best known for hissing at every single boyfriend that I had come into the house. That pleasantly amused my dad. The way we came about having him is humorous. My mom and dad aren't pet people, but this cat was roaming around the church for a couple weeks and people continued to feed it therefore it never left. One day I asked my dad if we could bring it home. I was in high school. I wanted a pet I could call my own and my parents refused all of my, "Can we get a dog?" questions. Well, he gave in and one day brought it home. ...And my mom threw a shit fit. "That thing is NOT coming in the house." was a phrase I heard quite loudly.

It eventually was allowed into the house.

Snickers lived to be quite the household pet until he got older and couldn't remember where the litter box was. That highly annoyed my mom (as it would just about everyone I know). He died the same day Princess Diana died and will be remembered for ever.

2.) Tasha: Orange Tabby. I received her as a gift. She was a cute and hyper kitten who loved to get into just about everything. How can you turn down a real live gift like that? They always are the cutest when their kittens. It's when they turn into adult cats and the attitude changes. The I'm the princess of the house and you will serve me attitude...just annoys me. And Tasha knew how to annoy me at the worst times. 5:30 in the morning is not the time to play. Ever.

She ended up going to live with my parents, because (a) my new place didn't allow pets and (b) well, I just couldn't do the 5:30am playtime anymore. (You know cats can knock loudly on doors? Well, if you didn't...you now know.)

3.) Hannah: A pity rescue. Some of my friends were out one night and in their "altered" state of mind saw a cat in the bushes. Instead of leaving it alone, they took it home with him claiming it was homeless and needed a good home. I love animals. Don't get me wrong...but I should have never agreed to taking this cat. She craves attention. And when she gets attention she has the LOUDEST purring. We refer to it as her motor.

Well, (6 years freaking later)the day has come that I just cannot keep her anymore. Rescuers remorse so to say. but of course I feel horribly that I have had to do this:

http://stlouis.craigslist.org/pet/1306944866.html

Please tell me I'm not a horrible person. I just am not a cat person. I just know there has to be some little girl out there that wants a cat. A companion she can call her own. I am not that girl anymore.

I Got Myself Some Stars

Headband = Headache

Headbands are the cutest accessory. Some come just as plain bands. Others come with the cute flower or pouf on them. Some are thick. Some are thin. They compliment just about every outfit and help out a bad bangs day.

The downfall.

They create a hanus headache. But once you have one on...you're committed.

And today - I'm remaining committed. There's no chance in hell that I am removing the one that I chose to wear today. It's helping out my overprocessed dye job that I did last night because I refuse to pay $150 (even though it's well worth it) to have it done for me. I'm trying to watch my pennies. But that's a whole 'nother blog.

The cute headband is taking the focus away from the hair. But the pain, is almost unbearable.

Eddie Veddar Is My Hero

Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole

Chapter One

It's seems I've been a little lax in updating my blog. Well, in Chapter One of my new life I will be updating here alot more often. 

The past 2 months have been a whirlwind, but looking back on the things I have accomplished in the past 2 months...I can say I am quite proud of myself. CHANGE is scary....but in this case, it's been a good thing. For me and for my son. I tried so hard to make something work for so long. Change was inevitable. Change was a necessity.

And I am in a very good place now because of it.

The Next Chapter

About to enter the next chapter of my life....and I'm welcoming it with open arms.

Lost Along the Way by Staind

we change the rhyme forget the reason
waiting for the change of season
drawing near its almost here
so save tonight forget tomorrow
say goodbye to time we borrow
its always there its in the air

like voices in the rain
like a song without a name
like angel's wings and whisperings
of love we lost and found along the way

do you take the time to really wallow
in the footsteps that you follow 
gets you there takes you anywhere
so here today and gone tomorrow
with the time you had to borrow
its always there its in the air

like voices in the rain
like a song without a name
like angel's wings and whisperings
of love we lost and found along the way

like voices in the rain
like a song without a name
like angel's wings and whisperings
of time we lost and found out in the rain

like a song without a name (it washes it all away)
like angel's wings and whisperings (like the moments we could have saved)
of love we lost (the things we forgot to say)
and found along the way

3-way mirrors are the devil

Something has happened to my body that I am NOT happy about. I went to Target last night to try on swimsuits because we are heading to the Lake of the Ozarks this weekend. I wanted to sport a new cute swimsuit. I know myself and as much as I would love the itsy bitsy teeny weenie skull and crossbones swimsuit there on the front rack, I bypassed it and headed to the tankini's. They had a pretty decent selection of tankini's. (tankini's = 30+ age range). I grabbed a few and headed to the dressing room.

And that's when it happened.

I was standing there in front of the mirror. Able to see my sagging ass because of the mirror arrangement. I was mortified. When did my ass start sliding? I always heard people talking about gravity taking affect when you get older...but I would bound and determined NOT to have it happen to my ass.

The worst part was that NONE of the swimsuits fit me. My boobs were either popping out. (in this case, this was not flattering whatsoever) Or the butt of the suit covered only the top half of my ass. (only if you are a size 0 model with a banging tan and 20 years old does this look sexy.)

I even tried on a one piece.

And almost threw up.

That didn't even look good on me.

Raining Memories

It's thundering and pouring down rain today and I am reminded of how much I loved thunderstorms when I was in elementary school. Indoor recess with the fuzzy soccer ball was the best!

Today, since recess isn't offered at my job.....we improvised. Instead of treking out in this horrible weather, we had Imo's deliver. I'm enjoying it just about as much as the fuzzy indoor soccerball.

ALWAYS bring a towel with you.

Yesterday morning was quite the wake-up call. I woke up and stumbled into the hall bathroom to take a shower. Mind you, mornings are not my forte...so functioning the 1st half hour after my awakening is humorous. So I took my shower and was feeling ALOT more awake. When I was finished, I realized I had forgotten to bring in a towel with me. I thought, I could sneak out and grab a towel from the linen closet with no one seeing me.

WRONG. When you live a with a 10 year old boy this is a difficult task apparently.

Because outside of the bathroom, sitting on the floor, waiting his turn for the shower...was my son. There I stood in my nakedness. I screamed HOLY SHIT..and cowered back into the bathroom. I then whispered to him, "Can you please hand me a towel." He did. 

I was mortified. And he, now has a horrible mental image of his naked mom in his head. 

4:20 Motivation

Yep, that motivation to go to the gym...has now disappeared. Mamma of Gilbert Grape. Here I come to join you!

It's Go Time

I used to go to the gym everyday during my lunch break. Everyday. I would feel good after my workout. Accomplished. Energized. I would have definition in places that I thought would never be defined. Then I stopped going.....

Sooo, it's GO TIME again.

I am joining 24-hour fitness tonight after work. I'm over it. I am over going home and plopping my ass on the couch until bedtime. Seriously. Life is passing me by and before I know it...if I stay on this same couch potato path, I'll be like the mom in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape." For real.

When it rains, it poops.

They are cute, aren't they? Well, the wreck havoc on my carpet when it rains. If they hate going out in the rain so much (I seriously have to push them out the door because I know they have to potty) but why are their feet an absolute MESS like they've bathed in the mud when they come back in?

Kylie (the one with her tongue out) REFUSES to poop outside when it's raining. First of all she hates it when her paws get wet. Yes. She is a princess. So where does she decide to go? On my bedroom floor at 4:30AM. 

It's crazy how when your dreaming......George Clooney all of a sudden smells like poo.

Holidays should be fun....but they just stress me out.

You'd think I'd be used to dealing with the holiday arguement with my ex husband by now. It has been 10 years since I got divorced. But yet, here we are again. Another holiday. Another arguement. It's my year for Easter, but somehow after a lot of argueing and back and forth conversation....I have given up my Easter.

F*ckkkkkk.

Ugh...the weather.

Next year I am not getting my spring wardrobe out until May. I was all about Spring...until today. It's snowing. That's right, snow. For me, the wardrobe closet transfer is a big one.....today, I had no idea what to wear. When my brain clicks over to Spring, it's hard to click back.

I defaulted to all black.

Chicken Thief

I went to Chick-Filet today for lunch. I haven't had Chick-Filet in YEARS, so I when I was asked to drive with a friend a 1/2 hour away from work to get it...I was in. I ordered a chicken sandwich, waffle fries, and a soda...oh, and I can't forget about the 8-piece nugget for my afternoon snack. The sandwich was DELICIOUS. I almost dug into the nuggets too, but showed great restraint. I knew I would be rewarded in the afternoon for waiting.

So here it is 3:33pm and I was craving my nuggets. I walked down to the fridge that I put them in and I was amazed when I saw my Chick-Filet bag on the counter....empty.  I was then on a mission to find out the culprit.

What do you do when you find out that the chicken thief is the owner and CEO of the company you work for?!?! I should have eaten them when I had my chance.

Idiot Drivers Suck!

I got rear ended last night on the way home. I was at a freaking dead stop and apparently the driver behind me thought that meant go.....it actually felt worse than it looked. There was no damage to my car or his car...therefore no insurance cards were exchanged. And now I am kicking myself for that because I am a little stiff today. Damn idiot drivers.

It's Time For Dinner!!

Life is about trying new things and learning new tricks and last night I did just that. www.timefordinner.com is my new favorite hot spot.

Those of you who know me, know that I RARELY cook. I can whip up a mean grilled cheese and microwave some canned tomato soup. Chicken nuggests in the oven for 20 minutes. But for the most part, my husband does alot of the cooking.

Until tonight my faithful followers...because on tonight's menu is:

Bistro Steak with Port Wine sauce, Steamed veggies, and bread.

Sounds freaking sexy doesn't it?!?!?

Grafitti: Art or Vandelism

I'm sorry......the people that did these are true artists. 

Expression with paints, pencil, pen, crayon, marker, or chalk...

is ART in my eyes.

Sign Me Up For Therapy Now

I just signed my son up for Junior Football tonight. My baby boy. I'm so not ready for this.

I've Never Been So Happy To See Saturday

The past 2 days at work have been absolute torture. My work flew in a lady (that's putting it lightly) from Philidelphia to train me on a new program that I will be working with. You see, my work wants me to start developing some designs to go on clothing that are embellished with rhinestones and rhinestuds. Of course, that means...new program, must train.

Thursday I was told that I had to pick her up at the airport. Now that was a stressful event for me. Airports intimidate me. So I had to get there ass early so I could park and find where I needed to pick her up . Once I managed that, I was able to relax and sit down with my Starbucks and Great American Bagel. Of course, picking someone up at the airport that you've never seen (but you've heard alot about) was an issue for me as well. I did make a sign with her name on it...but once I was at the airport, I had stage fright and didn't want to pull it out of my purse.

She did stand out with her big ass fur coat though.

She was loud. Obnoxious. And possessed no social etiquette skills at all. The stuff she showed me on this "new" program, I already knew. Other than her colorful stories about being the rhinestone "go-to" girl for all of the rappers....really, her being at my work was a waste of everyone's time.

I couldn't drive FAST enough to the airport last night....and really was like, ok see ya later....got in my car and drove off before she even reached the baggage check man.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I get alone with just about everyone....so you know it must have been bad when I say that I have finally met the one person who can get under my skin and truely annoy the hell out of me.

Special People Are Everywhere....(never let them go once you've found one!)

I've been inspired to write this because of something else I've read.

I am the kind of person who is a "what you see is what you get" kind of gal. I am complex, yet simple at the same time. And when you come across someone who is just the same...you want to treasure the time you have together. The time you spend together is everything but ordinary. Like bread and butter. You can't have one without the other.  Something amazing comes out of hanging out together...a friendship. And when they go away, you miss them terribly. Time goes by that you don't hear from them, but you know that they are living their dream. Experiencing the world. Loving every experience. Learning from the trials and becoming a better person because of those very trials.

I know this because that's what I would do. Because we are the same. Like sisters (from another mister)

And when they are in your life again, you are glowing. I am so proud of my friend. This friend I treasure. This friend I have seen grow into an amazing lady. A soon to be mom. No, she already is a mom. An AMAZING mom. I haven't seen her in years, but I feel her standing right next to me....and I love her just as much if not more.

SLSC - this one is for you. I treasure you. For the rest of my years.

Don't Mind A Little Drip Drop...Cause of my new Lid!

Welcome to work. Today you will be greeted with a leaking ceiling. It's a good thing I'm wearing my cute cute hat that I bought at Target last night!! When I saw it last night, it called out my name and said, "You must wear me tomorrow."

It goes perfect with the cute earrings that were on sale too!

(which I couldn't find a picture of, but they are brushed silver dangly ones)

Lunch With Dad

There's nothing better than having lunch with your dad. And that's just what I did today. My dad has been and always will be my best friend. I love him so much. He knows me truely and loves me dearly. He knows exactly what to say when I am having a bad day to turn it all around and make the day great.

Thanks Dad for a great lunch!!

I Won Something, And I Never Win Anything

The best thing about working for a company that has a customer service department that makes HORRIBLE communal coffee is the coffee vendors that come in wanting our business. This is the 2nd day of delicious coffee. (Ronnocco yesterday, Aramark today) AND I won a box of chocolates today for voting for my favorite blend yesterday. Apparently, things have gotten so bad that we will eventually have an account with one of these vendors. TASTE TESTING IS THE BEST! I am awake. I am ready for the day. (it is going to be 70 degrees too).

Ok, maybe I have had a little too much.

But our servers are still f*cked up but I'm making the day better with coffee!

Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I'm rooting for Starbucks tomorrow.

Mondays Can Kiss My A**

I was actually looking forward to being at work today for a number of reasons (donuts in the break room was one of them), but that has now been crushed because our servers are F*'ed up. There's just nothing like my rainbow spinning icon EVERY time I try and access a file. Of course, this morning is when those files and their changes need to get to the boss lady ASAP.

Highly irritated.

It's A Gump Day.

I feel like throwing rocks.

And sometimes, in life....

there's just not enough rocks.

I've Shocked Myself

My son is REALLY into WWE ....kinda like how I am with Sex and the City, so when I took him I didn't expect to have as much fun as I did. I left work a little early and picked him up. I thought we would have time to grab dinner, but we didn't. We pulled into the parking garage and there was already a CROWD of people waiting to go in. Once we got in, we hit the bathroom (because my bladder seems to be the size of a pea now that I turned 33) and then we were off to the concession stand. A t-shirt was purchase for an inflated cost, but B was excited. We got to our seats and I then went to grab us something to eat and drink.....

Parking: $15.00

2 Pretzels, 1 soda: $16.50

1 glass of wine: $9.00

Asking a skeevy stranger for 50 cents because 

you held $8.50 in your hand: PRICELESS

The night was quite full of entertaining half naked hot wrestlers, kickin' music and pyrotechnics. I loved watching my son scream out for his favorite wrestlers, flashing their hand signs (cause all have different ones), and waving his sign that he made. We have a special bond, he and I, and now I can relate to him when he talks about WWE at the dinner table.

My 25 Random Things

I posted this on Facebook, but thought I would post it here too. 

1. I am frustrated the the copy/paste mechanism doesn't work the way I want it on blogger.com

2. I am a horrible speller and am so very glad programs have "spell check".

3. I have 4 tattoos and am in the process of designing my 5th but my husband will FLIP OUT if I get another one.

4. I drink way too much caffeine, but I believe it enhances my personality.

5. I have trained dolphins, and no...they really don't like it when you grab onto their fin and swim.

6. I am NOT a fan of Sea World.

7. Listening to Nine Inch Nails puts me into a super sexy mood.

8. I have outgrown my car. 2 Doors. Stick Shift....REALLY low to the ground. I'm over it.

9. I am having a hard time coming up with random things...and have 16 more to go.

10. I am horrible at math and had to grab a calculator to figure out #9.

11. I hate flying, but LOVE to travel.

12. I cried at the Neil Diamond concert.

13. I will travel to Europe before I die....but will need to be highly medicated and drunk to fly that far (and over water for that long)

14. I will never go into a haunted house EVER EVER again.

15. I had my nose pierced and wish my body didn't reject it.

16. I am extremely uncomfortable when I receive a back massage by a professional (a.k.a. stranger)

17. I am excited about the new President and got goosebumps listening to his inaugeration speech.

18. My dad is my best friend.

19. I have an edgy rocker chick inside of me who is craving to get out. (#12 is my front)

20. A glass (or a bottle) of wine brings a smile to my face. Drinking it makes my cheeks bright red.

21. I love Britney Spears.

22. My favorite show is Grey's Anatomy.

23. I love to visit New York City...but would live in LA hands down.

24. I'm obsessed with lipgloss and can count 12 currently in my purse.

25. I have a hard time trusting people, yet am too trusting at the same time.

Why?

Why is it that I am 15 minutes early to work when I didn't get to bed until 1am? This frustrates me.

It's Back

<---- this is how I feel (except less Asian and with better shoes).

My aching lower back...is back. I've tried everything from a lumbar support at work to muscle relaxers and wine at night (my favorite remedy). I am starting to think it's my car. It's so low to the ground and I'm tired of looking like an old woman when I get in and out of it. It was fun and sporty when I was younger, but it's time to grow up and out of this car. I think those are pretty good reasons to buy a new one, right?

History, Schmistory....people need dancewear!

Today. A day history was made. Change is in the air. I was proud to be an American today as I watched Obama take office. CNN.com was streaming live coverage of the event so I was able to watch it here at my desk at work...... I was until we received this email:

The IT Department has asked that the presidential inauguration not be viewed on the internet as this causes problems for our customers trying to place orders via the internet.

 Ummm, new president happening. History in the making......why are you people ordering dancewear?!?! Then again, I did go to the mall once we were kicked off the internet to receive my free makeup due to the $175 million dollar lawsuit. 

What?!?! I'm a girl.....and makeup was used after the word FREE.

Thursday Night At The Cougar Bar

Some friends that I have made here at work asked me to out to a happy hour last night. We went to this bar where we were the YOUNGEST people there. It was all people older than my parents at this bar. And the ladies...COUGARS! I danced. I drank. I danced some more and drank more and more.

And today, I'm hurtin'. I'm looking forward to eatting a cheeseburger and fries for lunch....the best cure for a hangover.

TV vs. Books

I somehow have turned over a new leaf with these Twilight books. I have completed the series and now in the evenings after dinner has been served, I'm not sure what to do with myself. (granted, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are reserved for American Idol) But I've stimulated my brain and it wants to read more. But I am a picky reader, a book HAS to capture my attention within the first paragraph or you've lost this ADD mind. (Sorry, "A Dog Named Christmas"...I'm sure it's a good book.)

The Last Resort? Really?

Last night I was doing my nightly ritual by watching the 9 o'clock news before bed. On the news, popped a breaking report about an apparent murder/suicide that had happened just down the street from where I live.  Stories like these affect me deeper than I guess the average person. (I say this only because my husband teases me about how empathetic and curious I am about stories.) I couldn't fall asleep after watching this report. (No, I didn't drive by) I just kept thinking...is this really a last resort of how to handle a problem in someone's mind? I just can't wrap my mind around this decision a person makes. Is it that bad that you have to kill your spouse and then yourself?

My heart goes out to these people's family. Because they left people behind that care deeply about them.....

New Years Resolutions

I have been sort of delayed in coming up with my 2009 resolutions, but I think I have a few. 

Lately I have been trying something different with my wardrobe. Instead of standing in front of my line of clothes thinking, "I hate  my clothes, I need to go shopping." I am attempting to put together cute outfits with what I got. Resourceful I would say. So that is resolution number ONE. Try to wear as many different outfits using what I have......and THEN go shopping. (chuckle chuckle)

Go to church more often. I like it once I get there, but I need to not get distracted with Sunday erronds that need to get done between the hours of 11:15-12:00. 11:15, it just seems late to me, but that is the only service I like to go to. So must go. I feel better when I do.

Travel with my family. I want to see the world. Travel the land. When I was growing up I remember going on several trips with my family across the country. I want to do that with my family and create memories for my son to have. He's 10 already and the time is flying by and before I know it he'll be 16 and want to be driving on his own, so I need to cherish this time that he's with us.

Correspondace with friends. I love keeping in touch with friends. I think Facebook has helped me do this....and I plan to do some more of it! (especially my pregnant friends - wink)

That's Right, This Girl Can Read

I never used to be much of a reader. I've tried to read books, but halfway through a paragraph my mind wanders. Should I take a bath, would I be successful as a tv star, if I ran into a celebrity would they want to hang out with me, I think we're out of cereal, I need a glass of wine...and then I'm out. Books rarely get finished because they don't hold my attention.

Until the Twilight series of books by Stephanie Meyer. The first author to capture my attention and keep it. She has 4 books. Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. I am on the 4th book, more than halfway done. Each page keeps my attention to a degree that shocks me. I read for 4 hours straight last night until I fell asleep. I love this author. I'm going to be sad when I finish the 4th book because I'm not sure if it's the characters or her writing style that I am captivated by. I think it's the characters. (seeing the first movie helped because the hottest actor in the world has lived in my brain for the past couple weeks.)