Our Weekend In Pictures
I'm attaching some pictures from our weekend:
My Life In Progress...or lack thereof :)
Kevin got called out to fight his first fire last night.
I just had a strange experience.
I was just thinking that it's definitely a good thing that I ended up with Kevin. I need him around to keep me grounded...
This morning, as I was drinking my cup of coffee, I was thinking about how sad my mornings would be without coffee. It's the one thing that wakes me up in the mornings, and one of the food/drink items that I am not willing to give up in my quest for the perfect body. In fact, I really only started drinking coffee after I went on my diet, as a consolation for the fact that I had given up pretty much everything I enjoyed. I was o.k. with substituting salads for hamburgers and tacos, I dealt with the fact that I had to eat Blue Bunny instead of Blue Bell, I even learned to pretend that Diet Coke was actually Coke, but I was damn sure not giving up coffee.
My Spanish is so sad.
Lately, I've been feeling restless. I'm fighting the urge to sell my house, move to a new and different place, and get a new and different job. Things just tend to get so blah here at times...same old thing day in and day out. And I'm not talking about a general routine. I'm talking about a to-the-minute, bore-you-to-death routine.
I've made a decision on the book that I've been writing: I'm not ready to write a book yet.
My inspiration today comes from the man who sells newspapers near my house, on the corner of Highway 1764 and Interstate 45. Until today, I had never talked to him, but he's always there regardless of weather conditions, waving and smiling at every single car that goes by. Nothing seems to break his spirit - EVER. I'm going to be extremely presumptuous here, but my guess is that the man probably doesn't have much money and he probably doesn't make much selling newspapers. He does, however, have this inner joy that you just can't miss.
OK, so there's lots of friends news to report, so this post is going to have to be strictly dedicated to friends:
I've got "Bless the Broken Road" stuck in my head this morning. DAMN! But it's not the whole song - just the very beginning, and it's on repeat in my brain...
I had the most bizarre dream last night.
I talk to myself.
Kevin broke my heart yesterday.
Our maintenance man, Wallace, is a true stereotypical British man, complete with bad teeth and biting sense of humor. I love him.
I'm craving a blue coconut sno cone like no other today! YUM!
Has anybody heard, "You and Me," by Lifehouse?
In an effort to expand my vocabulary, I've subscribed to "A Word A Day," which - obviously - gives me a new word and its meaning each day. Very fun.
I'm taking the first steps to getting out of my job! I updated my resume last night and I'm sending it out to a few places on Monday. Wish me luck...
if we'll ever get to a point in life when people don't feel the need to kill others to make political statements...
I watched a special on CNBC yesterday that focused on several different aspects of Wal-Mart: national and international expansion, suppliers, employee salaries and benefits, and lawsuits pending against the company.
I heard a Sheryl Crow song today that goes along perfectly with my last post.
One of the things that I've really noticed lately is my inability to be content. I'm generally happy - that's not the problem. It's the fact that I'm never ever content with anything. Here are some instances:
I'm having a Felicity marathon tonight with my cousin, Shannon.