Grumpy Goose.

I have ZERO energy.

Got a big ol' list of things I want done, and no energy to do it.

W
T
F.

I don't want to be nice at work, or talk, or help others, or do my homework.
...I just want to close my eyes and rest.

AND I want a massage therapist to massage my back for the next 5 hours.

You know those days when dumb things annoy you?
...like how some people wear green when clearly St. Patrick's day is tomorrow.
...Or how I posted this blog RIGHT after I posted my uplifiting quote blog.
...Or how I just realized that I am wearing green today, when clearly it's not St. Patrick's day.

BLEH.
I hate grumpy days.

Be Like Me.

Accept Differences.
Be kind.
Count your Blessings.
Dream.
Excell.
Forgive.
Give Thanks.
Help.
Imagine.
Join Hands.
Keep Secrets.
Love.
Master Something.
Nuture.
Open your Mind.
Play Nice.
Quiet Fears.
Respect.
Seek Wisdom.
Touch Hearts.
Understand.
Value Family.
Welcome Strangers.
Xperience Life.
Yearn for Wisdom.
Zap Gossip.


...I'm not so fond of Z or X.
Any improvements are very welcome.

Mark Your Calendar.

It's almost my birthday.
March 27, 2009.

7lbs, 70z. Born at 3:27pm on 3-27-87.

Neat, I know.

[On to the important stuff.]

Wish list includes:
-tan.
-jeans.
-summer.
-house.
-degree.
-digital scrapbooking.
-CNA license.
-white teeth.
-new do.
-good posture.
-boxer puppy, Meeka version.
-house, listed twice because it's that important.
-neighborhood, for all my family to live close.
-costa vida resteraunt.
-taught how to spell resteraunt.

Confessions of an Adult Blogger Girl.

Guys, I REALLY need a space of my own.

I love EVERYTHING about having a house.

...decorating, organizing, cleaning, cooking, making it a home.

My mom says I'm like a little mormon wife, only without the mormon part.

I just get so anxious to start making it happen.

I can envision my bedroom, closet, pantry, kitchen, kids' rooms, office.

Ugh.

[Ready, Set, GO!]

Peeping Tom.

My parents installed some surveillance cameras outside our home.

...apparently they think our house is worth millions.

Highly doubt that we are going to get robbed..

BUT, we did catch some sweet video of our neighbor being carried away in an ambulance.

I feel a little bit like a creeper watching these cameras, yet so very addicting.

Is it annoying that I post 100 times a day?

Hobby Lobby Love.

I was a Hobby Lobby virgin..until Saturday.

Umm. Why haven't I been there SOONER?

Bahhh.
I.LoVE.iT

I've been dreaming about that damn store ever since.
Is that normal?

BAHHHH.

BAH. I'm overwhelmed.
Spring fever, or something. I don't really know, but I just want to re-do it ALL.

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

I have took on the task of doing my neice's and nephew's scrap books. My sister has pictures from 8 years ago that have not even been developed. BAHHH. Everything is out of order and all over her house. Don't worry, I volunteered myself to fix it.
DUMB idea.

The computer room at my mom's house makes me INSANE. The closet is where everyone [me] puts their crap. It's the junk closet. That's where we store letterman's jackets, photo albums, shoes, old cell phones. You name it, it's in there.
And I'm going to clean it. Throwing the crap away and storing the good stuff.

No matter HOW hard I try to organize the bathroom closet, things seem to explode over night. I really don't know how the mascara ended up with the cough syrup, or why my bobby pin is in the toothbrush holder. I swear I didn't put it there.
I'm BOUND and determined to find a way to make it pretty, and to STAY pretty.

Our laundry room is ugly. I don't know how to fix it, or what to do to make it cute. It's ugly though and it needs some help. Just throwing that out there, no real suggestions.

We have a guest room downstairs and it's just another place to store our crap. That's where we keep old books, wrapping paper, beach towels, tissue paper. You know, all the random stuff that doesn't really have a home. Our guest room needs some "umph" to it, and I'm going to make it happen.

The lobby at my work is rid-onk-u-lous. It makes me itch if I look around too long. BAHH. I can't think about it. Can not. There is just no sense to the organization, and people don't put things back where they go. Paper clips, elastics, pens, markers, highlighters, ink pads, stamps, garbage, pennies. Yep, ALL over. SO annoying.
I'm fixing it. For reals, me and Jana. We are going to conquer the beast.

BAHHH.

Help me, for reals.

I need some medicine.

The Robin-Hood in Me.

My good friend, Kalee, is trying to raise money to take her 96-year-old, JAZZ-loving, never-been-to-a-game, friend to a Jazz game.

[I have way cool friends.]

If all 11 of my followers pitched it $10.00, that would pay for cute lady friend's ticket AND some popcorn.

Let's do it, guys.

[Here is her story.]

Little Stinker.

Here's the story:
On the bus, smelling great.
[fresh out of the shower, deodarant, perfume, lotion-the works.]

Stinky, smoker, man-student sits next to me...
and for the rest of the day I smell like butt.

SO fantastic.

Bachelor Bummer.

Bachelor FINALE is tonight.

CAN.

NOT.

WAIT.

YAY!
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UPDATE:
Are YOU KIDDING ME!?

Melissa could not be more perfect for Jason.
He picked her, got into a fight, dumped her...
...and then picked LOSER Molly!

Bahhhh!
Jason and Molly are SO not going to last.

I'm pretty ticked.

Melissa BETTER be the next Bachelorette.
Or else I'm going to kick some ABC ass.

Making a List, Checking it Twice.

Just to illustrate my sickness:

I have a class syllabus for the semester,
a to-do calendar for the month,
a to-do list for the week,
and my homework for the day on my hand.

I'd say that's a pretty clear sign I have OCD.

Team Spirit.

BIG NEWS:

I'm on a soccer team.
...Hilarious, because I have no idea how to play soccer and I hate to run.

Super excited.

Nurse Shmurse.

I just heard there is such thing as a Professional Organizer.
...Sign me up for that job.

Marketing Misunderstanding.

Why is the frickin' YAZ commercial some single chick walking around a bar?
..."YAZ: because you are on birth control, it's okay to sleep with people you meet at the club."

[This is the kind of crap I think about when I watch T.V.]

Tooth-hurty.

Going to the dentist today.
...Not excited about my dental hygienist.

Her husband (boyfriend, at the time) cheated on her with me, back in the high school days.

Little bit awkward.

I hope I have all my teeth when I get home.