This Is How It'll Go Down...

Cory and Lauren shared a kiss at the ski resort. She writes him a letter, tells him that she likes him. He doesn't tell Topanga. Cory is confessed because he honest to goodness likes Lauren. Topanga breaks up with Cory. She doesn't know if she can be with someone who lies. Cory thinks about what he wants in life and who he wants. He's decided. He likes Lauren, hell he might even love her, but he can live without her. He cannot live without Topanga.

St. Elmo's Fire makes me giddy every time I see it. The group of friends, them trying to figure out their lives, falling in and out of love. Kevin and Alec have been best friends forever. Kevin is always covering Alec's tracks, because Alec is constantly hooking up with other women. Finally when Leslie (Alec's girlfriend.) catches him, she goes to one of her best friends, Kevin. She releases everything upon him, and he does the one thing that has been kept up inside him for years, he kisses her. She's shocked and in such a weird state that, she just gives into the moment and they have the cutest romp around his apartment. And then it gets weird. She knows that this was just something that happened, and hopes that doesn't change anything. She wants to just focus on herself for awhile. Kevin on the other hand is already thinking about his and Leslie's future together. He wants her to move in, he is just throwing his emotions around, he isn't thinking about how she feels.

Office Space is so dry and funny I love it. Peter is in love with the waitress by his work, but doesn't have the guts to ask her. Also he has a girlfriend and really wants to try and work it out with her. But then he gets hypnotized, becomes happier, blah blah blah, and gets the guts to just do what makes him happy.

(Ok I can't think of a movie for this but it's just an idea.) He's only ever been with one chick and for some reason lately he's been thinking about what he's missing out on. He'll get what he thinks he's looking for and A.) realize he's got it good, and stays where he's at. Or B.) realize what he's been missing out on and want more for himself.

I need to stop watching TV. 

13 And Counting...

I have never in my life meet anyone that is as positive as me. I'm not bragging or complaining, it's just a fact. Its very rare that I'm in an upset mood, visibly angry, or just over all down with life. I don't get it. There are so many things in life to be excited about, to be happy about, and to just be amazed with. I have a rule, never go to bed angry. Ever. While your single, while you're in a relationship, just ever.Going to bed angry will lead to bad dreams, you'll wake up in a panic mood and just irritable. You're day will be filled with thoughts about why you're in such a bad mood. And then, again, you'll go to bed with another heavy heart.

I go to bed listening to my favorite radio station, or with my Christmas lights on. I go to bed a little bit drunk, laughing about what happened that day. I go to bed thinking about my family and friends and about how lucky I am to be me. I'm so self centered, I'm so obsessed with me and how lovely my life is. I'm so lucky, beyond lucky to have just a wonderful thing going on.

When I was little I didn't know anything but chaos. Not bad chaos, just chaos. Good and bad. I am one of 18 cousins on my moms side, family events were always out of control and I loved every single second of it. I didn't have one mom then, I had 6 (Nuala, Katie, Mary, Celine, Siobhan, Kim.) but I did have only one grandmother. To me she was all knowing, she did no wrong, she had all the answers and knew how to fix any problem. She could make any meal, she knew when we all had lied, and she knew how to fix any boo-boo. With all the chaos that we had, she knew how to bring it all in and make all of us smile. She knew how to bring it all together.

I thought I was the luckiest thing alive when she came to live with us in Virginia. Having someone like her in the house, making us amazing things (Halloween costumes, tasty dinners) someone taking us places (summer camp, Dairy Queen) And just another someone to teach us life lessons.

She picked us up from summer camp one time, and took my sister and I to Dairy Queen. We saved change all the time and treated ourselves when we had reached a goal of ice cream. As we were walking to our table with our treats, she had a moment of hopelessness where she almost fell while trying to help my sister and I to a table. A huge man, covered in tattoos, crazy hair all of over the place, and what would be scary to most, was standing behind her and was able to help her and walk with her to the table. He sat her down, smiled at us, and told us to have a good time. He kept smiling while he walked out with his own treat. My Nanny smiled and said that people surprise you all the time, that you can never judge anyone because you never know when you're gonna need help, and just a moment of kindness. I never forgot that. Ever. Even 13 years later.

So. Here we are. 13 years. And I think about her all the time. I think about how amazing she was to me and my family. I think about how conscious I am to make her proud.  I think about how grateful I am to have such an amazing mom, who shows me everyday what it's like to be an amazing woman.

I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I just know that I must be something that makes me happy because that is what everyone wants for me. I am living in New York. I am taking improv classes at the only accredited improv school in the world. I am loving every single second of my life right now.

And I am just glorious.

And that's all.

Happy December 5th. Good day to my Nanny and everyone who has ever known her.

I'm the luckiest thing to ever walk around Brooklyn. Fact.

Happiness is knowing to I have the support system of so many people. Know that none of you are taken for granted. I think about you all, all the time.

Love me like I love me some goodies.

25 And Counting...

I never really thought about it. It happened, the moment passed and then we were back to normal. And I was glad, he makes me laugh and so mad at the same time. But when we both chill out we're a pretty good team.

Thank goodness for him. I don't know what I'd do without him. What an honest to the heart good person, always ready to have a good time but knows the limits.

Comfortable, that's how I'd like to describe us. Don't go out of our way for conversation but can talk to one another. He's so interesting that's why I linger.

Outta control always, but knows when to get work done. Passionate that's how I feel around him.

I could go on forever about you, but I can't and I won't. I deserve and need more, things I know you can't give me. And it's not your fault or mine. It's just life I suppose.

-

He's the one who thinks he's beat the odds. She's been there since the beginning and understands the life. She thinks she's ready for this forever. He thinks this is the real deal, he can have his cake and eat it too. But then he met another girl that makes him feel alive. When she finds out, what she thought she could handle she can't and punks out. He can't believe he's just another disaster on the road.

He's the one that's always on the move. He knows exactly what he signed up for and is ready to play every card he has. He really does like everyone he meets and would really love to call them, but that would cut into his time with the next bunch. But he'd like to meet someone someday. He just wasn't sure if that someday would ever come.

He was ok with being left alone. He had a quiet life, a great girl back home, and got to do what he loved every night. but he was alone and didn't know how much longer he thought he could do this.

He was quiet in general. He didn't really know how to handle people. Girls always wanted to talk to him, and after breaking up with his girlfriend he wasn't sure if he could do this dating thing again. He was awkward and shy. He knows he can do this talking to girls thing but he wasn't sure if he'd ever find the right girl.

-

Complicated. That's how everything feels right now. Why though, what's really wrong? Seeing to much of him, that could be one part of it. It was better just wondering about his life and what went on then actually knowing about it. I've just got to accept that he's actually happy and that Sunday was a fluke. That he just needed a drinking buddy. That maybe he's trying out this friends with girls thing.

Snap out of it sister, it's nothing.

Ruined. That's how I also feel right now. Like those pages, all stuck together with the chance of ripping, I feel like it's only a matter of time before the rain gets harder and I just tear. I don't wanna tear. I don't wanna have that fear lurking at the back of my mind.

-

Not far, that's what it is. What do you want? You feed us wine and give us free food, but what is it that you want, there's got to be something. I can see it going a few ways. He's a gross guy and thinks something will happen with the number three in it. He's into one of us and just wants the other to see that he's a good guy. He's trying to have more gal pals, plain and simple.

But the dream I have is that everyone bails and it's just us two. But of course it's just the dream.

He shares nothing and that's not fair, he can't get us hammered and then have stories to use against us. Lame.

I bet he doesn't want to share, afraid that if he does he'll say what he actually feels.

Two peas in the pod.

Mama Bear. That's how I am sometimes.

-

There had to be something. After the rumors she heard, she had to know there was something going on. But who cares if she believed it, who cares if she knew. What did it matter? But then they sat and talked, laughed, and smiled. If they didn't want to be somewhere, they'd leave. Yet they were there.

Just tell me that I'm stupid for thinking this way. Tell me that it doesn't matter.

Cause I'm gonna make this my thing. I'm gonna make you see me.

I'm sorry you dream of me at night. I'm sorry that you have to close your eyes to see the light.

I'm in love with you.

Throwback.

There was no need to feel bad. She always had a good time. She was always looking for the next good time. She was never sad, she knew what she was getting into. She knew what they did for a living and it didn't phase her. She was ok with the once a year thing. It gave her a chance to fall in love more than once. People didn't understand. They didn't understand that it was the music that made her feel this way. It was the outer body experience they seemed to have every time they were on stage. She fell hard for boys who craved attention and applause. She craved the five minutes he had to spare for her. She craved the asking to stay until they loaded the van. She craved the one question that mattered, "Where are you staying tonight?"

Skipping Stones...

I know what a heartbreak sounds like. I can see it and hear it a mile away. You want to prevent it, you want to save yourself and others from it but you can't. They are only thinking about me now, they aren't thinking you or how it's made you feel.

~

How can you just want to fall in love with someone. When will it ever be that simple? Of course we wish it was that simple, then everyone would be happy and no one would be alone.

But music like this, I could see myself falling in love too. Jeans and a t-shirt and a beer. I'd be there with my girlfriends but not a part of the madness they'd be causing. You could see that I was the head of the girls. The band would need a lady to sing too and the girls would drag me out front. They'd sing, and we'd all get a good kick out of it and then we'd go back about our fun. The next band would set up and start sound check. Sound check will always and forever be my favorite part. While listening I decide to go and get another beer. Walk up and while waiting with y back against the bar, he'll walk up and just stand next to me. I'll ignore him because it's just what I do at first. He'll ask me a few questions and I'll answer politely. Then the bar tender will show up with my beer and the boy wants to pay for it. I try not to let him, but he ends up knowing the bar tender and he pays for it anyway. Now I'm interested for some reason. He says he's glad the girls picked me to sing too. And then she realizes it. He played guitar in the last band. I feel bad I didn't notice it before. We stand at the bar and talk awhile. The band playing has been playing for awhile and announce it's their last song and it's gonna be a slow one. The boy surprises me by asking me to dance. Not sure what to say he doesn't wait, puts my beer down, and takes me up to the very front. No one else is dancing and I almost pull away. He can see it in my eyes and pulls me even closer and says "What are the chances of you being ready to fall in love tonight?"

~

Tell me I'm your everything. Show me who we are when together. Act like we could die tomorrow and that would be ok.

~

Fantastic, unstable, and sometimes the love of my life.

~

I want to save it all. I need to go through everything and collect it all. At the moment it all means nothing, but if I ever need any ideas, I think there would come in handy.

~

Everyone wants to be thin and blonde. Everyone wants to be famous and have loads of money. I just want to make you laugh. I've just got to express the funny things in life.

~

God it's so true. The second you say I can't have it, I want it so much more. I want it just out of spite I think, which isn't good.

~

Falling, watch your step, don't look down, make sure you smile.

Grasping.

They were far from a couple. They were friends first, and lovers if time allowed them to be. He was in town, and couldn't wait for her to show up, bright eyed and ready to roll. They didn't speak on a regular basis, that's why every time he was in town it was like the first time every time. But she never came. All her friends were there, her followers he called them. He found out she moved up north, just packed up her things one day and left. She was tired, she told them, she was tired of waiting for things to happen, she was ready to get out there and do it all herself. So she left and now he realized how much he liked her being here, but that was selfish of him. Seeing each other only about four times a year wasn't something to keep kids together. So he had a good night, played an awesome show, and did his best to smile as much as he could. Her best friend came over before the night was done, hugged him and simply said, "She waited as long as she could." He knew that now and loved her even more for doing something with her heart.

She knew he'd be in her old town and she didn't have the guts to tell him she wouldn't be there. She had fallen in love with a boy in a band and he had fallen in love with a girl in a town. She didn't know it then, but they were doomed from the start.

~

She wasn't use to going to these things alone. She was the wing girl, the side kick, not the main attraction. Now though she was at a bar alone, waiting for the boys to finish sound check. She'd known them for about three years now and had fallen in love with their music along with it. Her main attraction was out of town but she wasn't going to let that hinder anything. She was cute but not too cute and she was just ready to have a good time. She had off from work tomorrow just in case things got too out of control. She was going to let it be known, tonight, she was the new main attraction...

~

And when they are together the sun seems to stop burning and calm comes over the land. They are meant to be together and change the course of love among everyone, but when it's good you know it, and when it's bad the earth rumbles for days on end.

~

She'd been in this city for almost a month, and  not once had she felt that sparkle with anyone. She had met loads of people but not anyone that makes her heart skip a beat. Until now. He shook her hand and smiled. This was the one that she wanted to shake things up. He released her hand, gave her a good luck wink, and walked away. This was her first day at work.

~

All he wanted to do was play music. He could eat, sleep, and breathe it all if he was allowed. But he was here, waiting on the rich and stupid.

She wanted out. She'd been with him for three years and was ready to jump ship. He wanted nothing more out of life than being the mail guy and smoking and she needed more. So she was saving everything she made serving the rich and stupid.

He wanted nothing more than to cook forever. The hours were long and was yelled at regularly but in the end he knew it'd be worth it. He was happy, content, he had everything people said he should have, the job, the girl, apartment, everything was good. Then she walked in. She was new and funny, and always put a smile on his face. Everything she said was witty and hilarious. But why rock the boat? Why ruin what should be perfect? She questioned everything he knew. So for now he'll learn all he can, live his perfect life, and wonder about the girl who seated the rich and stupid.

Things That Make Me Smile...

Some guy wrote some "rules" about waiting tables, and then I wrote something.

Do not interrupt a conversation. For any reason. Especially not to recite specials. Wait for the right moment.
Even if that moment is 45 minutes after they arrive.

Do not recite the specials too fast or robotically or dramatically. It is not a soliloquy. This is not an audition.
Unless he's an agent.

Do not hustle the lobsters. That is, do not say, "We only have two lobsters left." Even if there are only two lobsters left.
Sell the lobsters even when they're gone.

Handle wine glasses by their stems and silverware by the handle.
Unless you have no hands and have to use your mouth.

When you ask, "How's everything?" or "How was the meal?" listen to the answer and fix whatever is not right.
Even if it's their personal relationships, fix fix fix!

Never serve anything that looks creepy or runny or wrong.
Unless the special is "Creepy chicken with runny potatoes"

Make sure the glasses are clean. Inspect them before placing them on the table.
Hire someone to be the official glass inspector.

Never let the wine bottle touch the glass into which you are pouring. No one wants to drink the dust or dirt from the bottle.
Because that's where we keep the wine, in a dust dirt bin.

Never remove a plate full of food without asking what went wrong. Obviously, something went wrong.
Or they were full? Being full is wrong.

Never touch a customer. No excuses. Do not do it. Do not brush them, move them, wipe them, or dust them.
Even if there are killer bees or a dust storm.

Do not bang into chairs or tables when passing by.
Open your eyes when walking.

Do not eat or drink in plain view of guest.
Just sit down with them.

Never say, "Good choice," implying that other choices are bad.
"Good choice sir, everyone else is dumb," Will work.

Never mention what your favorite dessert is. It is irrelevant.
Unless they're writing your biography, then it's relevant.

Never acknowledge any one guest over and above any other. All guests are equal.
Unless Jesus is there, obviously.

Do not ask what someone is eating or drinking when they ask for ore, remember or consult the order.
Because you are a server and a mind reader.

Do not let guests double order unintentionally, remind the guest who orders ratatouille that zucchini comes with the entree.
Unless they love zucchini. Zucchini forever.

Never blame the chef or the busboy or the hostess or the weather for anything that goes wrong. Just make it right.
"Yes this zombie attack is annoying but your mac and cheese is on its way out."

Specials, spoken and printed, should always have prices.
We want people to know how much money their wasting.

Do not reach across one guest to serve another.
Sitting in the corner? Hope you like being hungry.

Never stack the plates on the table. They make a racket. Shhhh.
You are obviously working in a library.

Do not disappear.
Unless you're a magician, then it's cool.

If you drip or spill something, clean it up, replace it, offer to pay for whatever damage you may have caused. Refrain from touching the wet spot on the guest.
Unless they ask for help, then touch them everywhere, wet or not.

If a few people signal for the check, find a neutral place on the table to leave it.
Just throw it in the air and let it land on the table.

If someone is getting agitated or effusive on a cellphone, politely suggest he keep it down or move away from other guests, and get the fuck out.

Never play a radio station with commercials or news or talking of any kind.
Because world events are stupid.

Do not play an entire CD of any artist. If someone doesn't like Frightened Rabbit or Michael Buble, you have just ruined a meal.
Unless it is a Michael Buble themed restaurant.

Guests, like servers, come in all packages. Show a "good table"  your appreciation with a free glass of port, a plate of biscotti or something else management approves.
Just give away free shit, who really cares?

Otherwise I've had another lovely day off full of packing, cleaning, and Homeland watching. I'm so hooked right now. Can we move already :)

In A Certain State Of Mind...

I sound like a broken record, but for as long as I can remember I have wanted to live in New York. Being there for family functions, reading about it in books, seeing it in movies, and watching in Saturday Night Live. There was just something about it, that I felt an over powering need to be there. But when should I go, how would I get there? These were all things I thought about all through middle and high school. But then of course they were all just huge dreams that I thought every kid had, some want to travel the world, some want to explore the deep sea, and I just wanted to be in New York.

I graduated high school and headed to Tallahassee. I never thought that I would experience as much as I would in college and wouldn't trade anything for it in the world. I met some of my now best friends and it gave me so much to think about in what I'd want to do with my future. But it was still there, the little voice at the back of my head, just hinting about New York. Saying that I could and would be happy in Florida, everything I love is here, I could have the most amazing life, but what about New York? I think you could be happy in New York too.

I graduated college and finished out the summer in Tallahassee and decided to move home. Might as well right? I didn't have any plans, my parents were ok with me coming home, and I'm not gonna lie, free rent and food seemed like a great idea. So that's what I did for a year. I loved living at home, seeing my family everyday, and working part time at a little mom and pops pizza joint being a waitress. The voice started to get a bit louder when I saw that a friend of mine was up and living in New York, just visit her, it said, see what she's doing. So I did visit, and that week blew my mind. It was everything I ever dreamed of and so much more. I cried when I left. I had never felt that way about a place before (ok that's a lie, I still to this day cry every time I leave Virginia) and it scared me how much I loved it right away. I came home and went right back into my life, but now the voice was all I was listening too. It was loud and right. I had to go back and do it all over again. I went back 2 more times, but the end of the third trip I told my friend, how do you feel about me moving up and us going a place together? She was all about it, so it was decided, I was moving in September.

When I came home, I told my parents about it and they said alright, but I feel like they didn't think I was serious. How will she pay for anything, where will she live? But I was so serious and started making all the plans. I put in my notice at work, and whatever free time I had I put towards looking for a job. I even changed my number to a New York number so it would make me look more local.

And then the day came. It was a Sunday and I had an afternoon flight, so I was able to spend the day with my family and ease into this whole new life. I'll never forget my mom and sister as I hugged them good bye. My dad took me to the airport, helped me unload a few things, wished me luck, kissed me good bye and I walked away. I walked right to the bathroom and cried. For those few minutes I was terrified, I had no idea what I was doing. I was moving to New York with $1,500, no job and sharing a room with a friend. I was going to know exactly one person, why did I think I could do this? But then I stopped crying, inhaled deeply, and smiled. Isn't this exactly what I wanted? Isn't this what I've been dreaming about since forever? I got on that plane and that was it.

And here I am, exactly one year later, and I still love it like it's my first day. Living in Brooklyn and knowing that this is where my mom started her tiny life, I love it. I have a job that, although I don't love it everyday, I love the people that I've been given the chance to meet and work with. I have learned so much about how differently people can live. I have heard so many stories, good and bad. I have experienced so much in this short year then I ever thought I would, and right now wouldn't trade it for the world.

I miss my family everyday, I think about them all the time. But I want to thank them for letting me do this, for letting me go and do something simply fantastic. I can feel the love all the way up here from so many people, rooting for me, wanting me to have the time of my life, and to just live it. I don't know what I'd do without them.

I'm going to keep writing, I'm going to keep talking to people, keep dancing, keep smiling, and sooner or later it's gonna work out. It's only been a year silly, I've got so much time to be something spectacular.

:)

Scraps Of Thoughts At Work...

She worked hard, tired her best, and never gave up, but it was still there. The thought at the back of their minds of who she once was, and not who she'd become. But she couldn't help but smile, because while they were dwelling on her past she was busting down walls today.

~

And when they ask us where we've been, we'll tell them the truth. And when they stare back with shock all over their faces, we'll smile. And while they demand to know the details and how it all began, we'll tell them, leaving out nothing because we'd never want to disappoint. And they'll be happy for us and we, well, we'll continue to smile.

~

She wouldn't let him hold her hand. Hand holding was the first sign of forever, and when she says forever she means until something better comes along. She was scared and hated being at someone else's whim. So for now she'll keep her hands deep in her pockets or else up in the air, cause that's where they are when she's dancing.

~

You're never gonna remember how much you made those nights, but you're always gonna remember what if felt like waiting on that platform.

~

They never waited and wondered about the same things. He's allowed to be somewhere else and she's allowed to hurt. he's never gonna look her in the eye and tell her how he feels. She's never gonna know if she was good enough.

~

The train is never fast enough and she can never catch her breath. She's not sure if she wants to. He's never doing enough and yet he's still bored, because he's not doing the right things.

You'd Never Know It's Winter....

It's like New York knew I was moving up and that I might miss the sunshine. It's like it knew I would miss the smell of the ocean and the palm trees. but seriously, I bought this heavy coat, loads of jeans and thought that I would be chest deep in snow until April. Ah well I can't really complain that much, I'm in total love with this sunshine and how it makes everyone smile. These New York peeps are so in love with the warmer weather too it's hard not just smile all the fricken time.

Anyway, so it's been in the 50's for the past week, and all I can think about is how the 50's use to mean that it's the dead of winter. I prefer the cold, always have for some reason, so having this middle temps thing going on is the perfect weather for me.

So I lost my phone and ended up having to get a new one. And although I never thought that I'd get an Iphone, I sure enough did. It's amazing, it's got so many things to look at, and read, I love it. But now I'm more that ever worried about it at all times. Making sure that it's in my purse or wherever I might be, it must be there as well. I hope I don't become one of those weird people that have less friends because they're always on their phones.

I'm going home in April. 17th-24th. And I'll say this a million times before I actually go, how fricken excited I am. Also since I have the Iphone, I can see my family now! The tiny one has an Itouch and we can facetime! I got to see her and the dad yesterday and it was great. Although I did just wake up from a nap and looked like a hot mess it was still so nice to see them! AH! I can't wait to hug them!

So now it's time for work. Work that I seem to keep enjoying.

Happiness is being full of homemade shephard's pie.

Love me like I love clear blue skies and hot mixed berry tea...

Smiling Everywhere...

What can I say, again, for not posting? Well there is no excuse. It's just that I don't have a desk, and sometimes I'm just so fricken lazy, and blah blah blah. Anyway, this is what's new....

The Toole's and Robbie came to visit in December and I had the best time with them! It is so nice having best friends come to visit you. We did loads of touristy stuff, laughed a whole bunch, and I just loved having them here over all.

Then we had this whole fisaco with the NYFD, Dept of Buildings, and our landlord. It was because we live on the 4th floor and there is only one way in and one way out. So it was required that we have a fire escape. After avoiding the Fire Department, calling the landlord a million times, and talking to so many people, they finally put one up. Now we can eat, sleep, and play in a safe building. Although the building is still an illegally converted building, all is well in that regard.

The twins came to visit for New Years! And although I ended up having to work the eve and the day, it was still so amazing to have them up here. We went to the rooftop of my old apartment and had champagne and talked. We went to bars and danced till morning. We laughed a lot too. And ate we ate loads. Top 5 best visits for sure. (Yes it's true, I've only had 3 visits, but still it'll be up there forever.)

Work is still alright. The food and drinks are still the main driving point for the job. I never get mad about anything. I've got this terribly thick skin and nothing really bothers me. But about 3 weeks ago, an opportunity was passed over on me for a serving position. And not that I would have minded if they would have hired someone with more experience than me as a server, it's the fact that the manager chose someone who had never served before, and it was the other hostess that works there with me. I was so mad, but there's only so much you can do.

We got internet and cable!! We were stealing it from the kids on the 2nd floor but they ended up moving so we had to get internet. And then we started thinking about how much we miss TV, and badda bing badda boom, we've got an LG 32' TV. The cable people told us that if we got a home phone too we could get Showtime and Starz for free. So we now have a home phone too. Oh! and the kids on the 2nd floor also left us their futon, although it's broken it's a nice kind of couch for now. It's starting to look more and more like an apartment and soon, we're gonna have parties and sleepovers, and whatever else happens in furnished apartments.

And while we're talking about TV, I'm on the season finale on Dexter, and I've missed him so much. It wasn't as exciting as so of the other ones but still it was pretty good. And next I'm moving onto Shameless, AHHH. God I love that show too.

I'm going home in April. The 17th thru the 24th, and I don't think I can express how excited I am about it. Seeing my family, hopefully getting to see a decent amount of my friends, seeing the ocean hopefully as well. It's going to be an amazing week. Little one is getting confirmed, middle one is turning 21 for goodness sakes, and I'll just enjoy being in their presence.

I think that's all? It's lunch time and then clean this place like crazy.

I miss you kids, I love you all and think about everyone often. Message me/text me/ facebook me/ call me, I want to hear all the amazing things that you all are doing. I've seen nothing but good things so far.

Happiness is my comfy clothes and being alone in the apartment.

Love me like I love saving money, getting ish done, and being surrounded by blankets watching the tube :)