If you love me click on my label 'happy'.

I just did and I love me in all of those posts.

Oh but don't you just hate it when you know you've been a better 'self' than you are being at the exact moment you are in. I don't like the song, but it's like Toby Keith says 'i'm not as good as I was once, but i was good once as I ever was.' (my apologies to me and you for possibly making you find the tune to that song and getting it stuck in your head, that was really not my intention).

I feel so worn out. Oh and you know what else I've been doing a lot of lately? Working for fawee. I love playing photographer and I don't need to tell you how much I'm in love with photoshop. (Oh gosh, but what's not fun it those tedious photoshop jobs when you have cellulite and eye circles and hair frizz to play magic on -- DISCLAIMER: not that anyone I take pictures of have any of these problems).



Jenny Dress


Truth be told. I feel a little aimless. Which I didn't realize until last night around 9:45 when I told twitter. Funny how thinking about 'What's on your mind?' (- facebook) can actually help make you realize things about yourself.  (Find a lighter topic). I keep getting off track... Aimless.... let's reference blog post March 11, 'Just to Write a Blog' (was that really this month? It seems like forever ago.)



You know in college when you have a collage advisor and when you get off track they help you find your path again? Why doesn't big kid life have those?
You know in college when you have all of your best friends surrounding you all the time and helping you maintain your true and best self? Why doesn't big kid life have those?
You know in college when you're best friend broke up with their boyfriend and you bought the bottle of wine to drown the sorrows and it was done? When is big kid life like that?
I think I miss college. Except those extra 15 ell bees. College can keep that.

Bahh. Can I just quit being okay at everything and start being awesome at something. Really soon, okay! These things take time. I know, I know.

Okay. Time to go be good at volleball and being a girlfriend. I really am pretty awesome at being a girlfriend. I have references! (Or one really great reference anyways!)

By the way, I'm tracking you with Google Analytics. If you have blogspot, you have to set it up.

I enjoy what two people bring to my life in inspiration, in personality, in wardrob, and in passion. One of the hardest things in life is finding people who understand your thought train. To find people who think and feel similarly to the way you think and feel amounting in a type of understanding and friendship that is easy and just feels good. I will always cherish that about two special ladies.

There, that is your mushy for a little while.

You really can fall in love with your friends!

If you ask someone who just observes my life they would swear that I am busy, but what they really don’t realize is I’ve just mastered the art of procrastinations. This art is accomplished by lots of lovely distractions disguised as friends and activities. I’m not complaining. I wouldn’t change my life or how busy I feel, especially now that volleyball is over and done with through March. I’m just saying, just because I may seem busy don’t mean that I’m actually accomplishing anything. I take that back. I am living. And that is quite the accomplishment. And I am loving it.

Last night (Wednesday) I went to a Hornets basketball game. Everyone around me was probably smashed, especially all the people who managed to make in on the Dance Cam. I was stone cold sober. Last night I remember how to let lose without alcoholic sanction. It felt good. And I was still awake to drive home. Why did I just say alcoholic sanction? I’m a fag. I’m leaving it though.

Countdown
Days ‘til 2505 reunited? Seven
Days ‘til date night is reinstated? Five
Days ‘til Christmas? 49
Days ‘til Mardi Gras? 108
Days ‘til Christmas music plays in stores? Negative Four (Ohh)

Tonight has goodness written all over it in pretty handwriting. Leave work to meet Gracious for sushi and wine, leave Gracious to go to Aprel’s for Grey’s Anatomy & Private Practive with more wine. It’s just a typical Thursday but it’s what gets me through work on Wednesday and Thursday.

Next week, Tuesday date night is reinstated, which is what will get me through Monday & Tuesday of next week. I know it’s cheesy, but I just look forward to downtime with him. We go a lot. And we are more times than not surrounded by company or in public, so to have some alone time to just be each other feels wonderful.

Last night the Hornet’s scored a 3 pointer to tie the game with 2 seconds left on the clock. Everyone was screaming and jumping and excited. He clapped Brad’s hand and Mary’s hand and somehow forgot to turn my way and cheer with me. Once overtime was underway I looked at him and told him what he did. I told him in a lighthearted “how could you leave me hanging like that” kind of way. He felt bad, said he was sorry and all was good again. When the Hornets won I was the first person he turned to cheer with. It’s nice to know that I can tell him what bothers me and we can move forward and not just past it (if that makes since). It’s a stupid story, but I think it speaks volumes.

The last posts by you and you make me feel like part of something bigger than myself. Much bigger. It reminds me of the importance of being active in others lives, it keeps you alive. It's what life is all about. We are taught that we are only suppose to marry one person in our life, that we are suppose to share our life with. But, ya see friendship is bigger and better than that. Friends are the people you choose to keep in your life, outside of contracts and inside of you heart.