Just a thought...

Sometimes I feel I was born to be a hippie.

A Rant On Dating In This Day And Age...

I was sitting outside talking to a wise person once.

"We talked about sitting on the front porch in rocking chairs. We were even discussing colors of flowers to use in the yard. I want these things already, I'm tired of waiting." I whined.

"Then you get off your butt and you work for these things. And when you have them you can say, I did this! This is mine and I didn't need a man to help me have it. " my wise friend said.

And as she was saying it I could imagine myself standing on my front porch with my hands on my hips with a swollen proud chest looking around at all I had accomplished.

I am not Cinderella waiting on the return of my glass slipper. I am not Sleeping Beauty waiting on the Prince to come and kiss me awake. I haven't wanted to be either one of these fairytale women since I was six. I do not need someone to save me.

I am strong and independent but this does not mean I can not be soft and need a shoulder to cry on from time to time. I have my own way I see things in life but this does not mean that I can not understand the way you see things and why you see them that way. I have my own hobbies and friends but this does not mean that I am not interested in yours.

A couple should compliment each other like a fine wine with a good steak. They should bring out the best in each other. Peanut butter and Jelly! Peas and Carrots! I truly believe that...I do.

But...

And really hear me on this....

I am not, nor will I ever be the young (lets face it, that adjective was dropped from describing me about 10 years ago), sit there and smile instead of actually having a conversation with you (because it takes 2 to have one of those...hello??), let you think that you are smarter than me, modern day damsels in distress! If that is what you are looking for then move along.....

A song for The Sisters...

Something a little different today. I cant help but think of them when I hear this song..

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late

I run my life
Or is it running me?
Run from my past I run too fast
Or too slow it seems

[Bridge]
When lies become the truth
That's when I run to you

[Chorus]
This world keeps spinning faster
To a new disaster,
so I run to you
I run to you, Baby

When it all starts coming undone
Baby, you're the only one I run to
I run to you

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin' right on through

[Bridge]
Our love's the only truth
That's why I run to you

By: Lady Antebellum

Sittin in a tree....

This weather makes me want to climb as high as I can into a tree, so that I can sit on the branch swaying in the wind (to The Sisters, please refrain from any Nell references! I'm trying to blog.) and think of all things profound. Ok, who am I kidding? More like all things random that pass through my mind in fleeting moments but you get the point...

It has been a busy few days around this neck of the woods. Spent some time with great friends and had a little time to relax....the right combination of these two things make for a splendid weekend. Bug Juice (my 10 year-old-daughter) was home sick from school earlier this week so we spent some time on the couch watching girly movies much to my sons dismay. She is feeling better and enjoying the weather outside once again. This pleases me, since there are so many kids out there right now who aren't recovering as fast. I do keep them in my thoughts.

Get to have dinner with the family tonight. Maybe the tree house in the backyard will have to suffice since I'm a tad old for tree climbing. We shall see...

Introducing JagerBOMB and The Lemondrop...

JagerBOMB has turned out to be more of a dear friend than a co-worker, but she like us all, comes with her quirks. She is a 26 year-old who still believes. I can not explain enough on how that sentence so very much describes her. The thing that is most special about her is she rubs off on me a little. I've mentioned her awesomesuceness now to the quirks....she is 26 and parties like a rockstar. My mid-thirties body can not keep up and needs more time to recover when I do hang out with her, but boy is it a blast. Her biggest quirk *long dramatic drumroll*.... she can NOT spell. I mean can not. She asked me how to spell weed-eater today. In fact the only thing she can spell is Jager, enough said.

The Lemondrop is sweet and sour. Sassy even. The best combination ever in my opinion. She keeps me on my toes and is the only person in the world I can say anything to and she will sill be there. She makes me feel this need to be the same for her. I might add at this point that she is fussing at me as I type to get off the computer while also saying I better have this finished so she can read it when she gets home. Can we say wishy-washy? She gets me. Every person in this world needs someone who gets them. I guess more simply said....she is my person.

I have many tales to tell of these two characters but I will leave it for now....

How this all began...

After many sleepless nights and counting sheep failed me I began to read BLOGS. It started off simple, I had a friend who posted on hers about her day to day happenings in what she refers to as Lipstick-land. It was quite amusing and would keep me very entertained in the wee hours of the morning, however, like most bloggers, by her having to actually experience these "happenings" she wasn't able to post as much as my insomnia induced cravings called for, so I branched out to other blogs like any good junkie would do! Here in the last few days I realized that "Hey, maybe I should give one a try...I allow whatever pops into my head slip through that crack that most would call a mouth all the time." And so it begins....


I know this is short but I am very excited about how I want the page to look and whatnot so I will get back to the randomness soon...promise!