12 and 4

Colts 23, Titans 0

A long, long way from 3-4. Way to go Colts!! Next week at either Denver or San Diego.

1 Reason for the Season

2 Christmas Earrings

And they jingle!

If it's true, that everytime a bell rings an angel gets his wings...well, I gave away a lot of wings today!

3 Stockings Hung

4 He's a Jolly Good Fellow

5 Strands of Lights

At least...

6 Geese A Laying...what?

It's amazing what we think geese are capable of producing - all of gold.

First - there's the goose that laid the golden egg.

And then, there's the geese in the Twelve Days of Christmas. Six of them, in fact. Six geese which I can only assume, are some relation to the goose that laid the golden egg. Cause in the Twelve Days of Christmas, these marvelous six geese lay five gold rings.

Which, of course, begs the question - how do six geese come up with five gold rings. Which goose wasn't fully contributing to the Christmas cheer? Which goose was "a-laying" down on the job? Or, maybe two half-wit geese could only produce half a ring each...You think?

Perhaps, I just have too much time to think about these things?

FYI - I do totally understand that "Six Geese a-laying" is not exactly connected to "Five Gold Rings" other than the fact that Five comes after Six when counting down from Twelve. But I always sing it as "Six geese a-laying five gold rings..." Makes me giggle a little every time.

Hey, don't judge me. I get pleasure out of the simple things.

Very. Simple. Things. That's charming, right?

7 Christmas Riddles

7. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus?

Claustophobic

6. What kind of candle burns longer, a red candle or a green candle?

Neither - Candles always burn shorter!

5. What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?

Frostbite

4. What do snowmen eat for breakfast?

Frosted Flakes

3. Why does Santa have 3 gardens?

So he can Hoe-Hoe-Hoe

2. What is the difference between the Christmas alphabet and the ordinary alphabet?

Noel

1. Just before Christmas, there was an honest politician, a kind lawyer and Santa Claus travelling in a lift of a very posh hotel. Just before the doors opened they all noticed a $5 bill lying on the floor. Which one picked it up?

Santa of course. The other two don't exist.

Ba-dum-bum!

11 and 4

Colts 31, Jaguars 24

And a playoff spot guarantee! Could it be wildcard weekend in Denver?

8 Minutes of Laughter

It's a Wonderful Life - The Lost Ending

Saturday Night Live
December 20, 1986

Straight No Chaser - Twelve Days of Christmas

Props For My Boy

From Sporting News...

Getting it wrong: The top 10 Pro Bowl snubs

Colts TE Dallas Clark. Give Clark the nod over the Chargers' Antonio Gates because he has 10 more catches and 72 more yards, although he has one fewer touchdown. And do it not for the numbers, but because as the Colts fought a plague of injuries on offense early in the season, the versatile Clark was invaluable as Peyton Manning's security blanket.

9 Dozen Cookies

Look what I did today...

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Buckeyes

Hershey Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies
And Banana bread. Banana Bread makes for a boring picture...

10 Christmas Movies

10. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation



9. Home Alone



8. Prancer



7. The Santa Clause



6. One Magic Christmas



5. Miracle on 34th Street



4. White Christmas



3. How the Grinch Stole Chrismas



2. The Muppet Christmas Carol



1. It's a Wonderful Life

It's a Bird, It's a Plane...

It's a BlogFrog!!!
It's fun, It's easy (It's free!). I'm new to the blogging world (I think I've probably mentioned that more than once) and it's a great way to find out who in your world is also blogging, as well as connect with other bloggers that you don't know yet.


Check it out!

11 Songs for Singing...

My Favorite Christmas Songs

11. Breath of Heaven, as performed by Amy Grant

10. Do You Hear What I Hear, as performed by Linda Eder

9. Deck the Halls, as performed by SheDaisy

8. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, as performed by Rascal Flatts

7. Even a Miracle Needs a Hand, as performed by 'Twas the Night Before Christmas



6. New York Christmas, as performed by Rob Thomas

5. Christmas Trilogy, as performed by Michael W. Smith

4. Let It Be Christmas, as performed by Alan Jackson

3. We're Closer Now Than Ever Before, as performed on Emit Otter's Jugband Christmas

2. Silent Night, as performed by Kenny Rogers

1. Winter Wonderland, as performed on Disney Christmas Favorites

10 and 4

Colts 31, Lions 21

And a career day for Dallas - 12 receptions for 142 yards and a touchdown.

12 Eggs for Baking...

The Twelve Days of Christmas 2008

Alter-Egos...

Dallas by day...

Hairy Chicken at strange noises...

And the Lurker Steals...

So, I'm just getting into this blogging thing, and I follow at least 2 blogs religiously (C Jane and Nie Nie). And through these two amazing sisters, I've found like a dozen other blogs that I often check out (also known as "lurking").

For example - The Jolly Porter, brother to both C Jane and Nie Nie. It is so random and funny and it cracks me up every time I read it. If you haven't checked it out, you should.

So today, in response to Proposition 8 (Gay Marriage) passing in California (I think it passed - either way, it makes gay marriage unconstitutional...what a joke, but not the ha-ha funny kind of joke). ANYWAYS, in response to that, a cousin of the Jolly Porter posted this video. And I TOTALLY agree...

Random Thought for a Wednesday...

Did you know that since I started blogging, the Colts have been on a winning streak. I'm not saying it's me, or anything...just a random observation.

Oh no...You don't think I jinxed them, do you?

Yikes...

Holidays for the Eternal Optimist

Things I've learned about myself over the years...

1 - I'm just a little bit gullible and a whole lot naive. I've known some so called "worldly people" who seem to thrive on other people's pain and suffering, who looked for the worst in people and live by the motto of "Oh well...that's the way it goes." If that's worldly, I'll stick with naive, thank you very much.

2 - I expect great things from the world - almost as much as I expect great things from myself.

3 - My life isn't exactly where I thought it would be at this point. But I'm working on liking myself and my life right now, instead of bemoaning the life I think I should have.

4 - I'm a hopeless (hopeful?) romantic. And on relationships and romance - I'm clueless. No education, no experience. I've never truly had that connection, that moment, that spark. Every relationship joke is an inside joke. And as Michael Scott said:

"I love inside jokes. I'd like to be a part of one some day."

And where is this train of thought going? Well, probably nowhere. But this is what all came to mind this morning when I heard my favorite Christmas song on the radio. AND (special treat for me) this version included the all-too often left out lyrics.

My favorite Christmas song - Winter Wonderland. What I like about it the most is that it is just brimming with romantic holiday hope - kinda like me. Every year, I hear these lyrics and I think..."Well, not this year, but maybe next?" and I'm off in my head, living out the fantasy of building a snowman in that meadow.

Over the ground lies a mantle of white

A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night

Two hearts are thrillin'

In spite of the chill in the weather

Love knows no season, love knows no clime

Romance can blossom any old time

Here in the open

We're walkin and hopin together...

9 and 5

Colts 35, Bengals 3

Hello Handsome Stranger

I had great plans to sleep in this morning. Sleep in all the way to 8 o'clock before jumping out of bed and, for once, not jumping around like crazy trying to make it out the door in time for church (see, I get up in plenty of time, but then I make the mistake of turning on the TV, or picking up a book...usually, it's a book).

But I digress. So, I had great plans to sleep in the morning, but Dallas had other ideas. Dallas has this need to go out at 6:15 EVERY morning. It doesn't matter if he last went out at 9 o'clock or midnight. He HAS to get go out at 6:15 (I haven't tested the theory of whether or not he HAS to go or he just WANTS to go out - that can be a messing theory to test).

So, of course, this morning, at 6:15, Dallas had to go out - so I let him out. And afterwards, I had great visions of falling back asleep (ha ha). After I let him out, I laid back down in bed, and Dallas decided he didn't want to curl up and go back to sleep. But since I wouldn't pick up the ball and play, he opted to lay at the end of the bed and chew on the bone. Not my favorite noise to fall back asleep to, but certainly better than other activies (say, rolling around his rattle ball or licking...things).

So, Dallas was laying at the end of my bed, chewing on his bone and I was in that stage between "sleep" and "awake" when I heard the bone fall off the bed. And I can only imagine (as my eyes are closed at this point) that Dallas leaned over and looked down at his bone. He can be a lazy dog so it's entirely possible he was waiting for me to pick it up.

Then I heard him growl, then bark - a kind of a deep, back in the throat bark. I call it his inside voice, as it's not very loud. He barked a couple more times, and by that time I was curious, so I rolled over, opened my eyes and looked down at the foot of the bed to see...

Dallas...barking at the strange dog in the reflective glass. You know, that strange dog that looks remarkable like Dallas.

Now, it's not like I put that mirror up before I went to bed, and it's not like it's the first time Dallas has ever seen himself in the mirror, but for whatever reason, on this morning, he was not willing to share his space with that strange dog in the reflective glass.

After a couple more barks, Dallas hopped down to study himself in the mirror. He stood on his back paws, front paws on the mirror, turning his head side to side. And AMAZINGLY, so was that strange dog in the reflective glass.

This went on for a few seconds, then he put his front paws down and licked the mirror. Apparently, he'd made friends with himself.

And I was still late leaving the house for church...

So...

So, I've had this blog for about a month now, and looking back over all the entries, this it what I've learned about me.

I love ellipses. You know...dot, dot, dot...

Do You Have a Soundtrack to Your Life?

I don't normally put a lot of stock in horoscopes, but I do have them emailed to me every day - You know, just in case they know something I don't!

Anyway, here was today's:

If you don't have music playing today -- in the background, on headphones or however it works for you -- then you just don't feel complete. You need a soundtrack in order to get yourself going!

And honestly, it's pretty perfect for me everyday! I think best with music, I always have something on and have music for my moods. I have songs for times in my life and I remember moments based on the music that was playing.

I can't listen to Santana and Rob Thomas's Smooth without being instantly transported back to driving my car in Florida, windows down, radio blaring. And The Corrs will forever be college to me. Though I avoided the New Kids on the Block era like the plague, there are still times in my life that I can tie back to Hangin' Tough (BTW, I have that song on a "Best of 1989" compilation and the only thing I can say it is was a good thing they were cute - Not sure much was happening musically and it would have been nice if at least TWO of them had been in the same key).

I would be lost without my Zune (on principle, I refuse to own anything I-Podish). A playlist for driving, a playlist of walking. A playlist of just the songs I like to sing along to...a playlist for a mood. A very handy and appropriate device for someone who has always had a playlist for life...

And now...courtesy of Playlist.com...a playlist for my blog - Check it out on the right (thanks Homer....both of us have directional dyslexia.)

8 and 4

Colts 10, Browns 6

Sleepover at Auntie Pae-Pae's

All day Thanksgiving, Holden was rather lovey, sitting with me at almost every opportunity, being upset when I didn't sit next to him at dinner, sitting on my lap while I read him the same book six times...

So, at the end of the evening, Brenda asked Holden if he wanted to go sleep at my house. Really, it was more of a joke than a serious offer. I wouldn't have made it if I hadn't been willing to live up to it, but Holden NEVER wants to sleep anywhere but at his own house, close to his Mom.

So it was a bit of a surprise when Holden didn't answer right away. Instead, he thought about it. And thought about it. And thought so more. And then he said...

"But then I can't watch the 'Credibles'."

And that's what it all boiled down to. If he came to my house, he couldn't watch the Incredibles, which was to be on NBC Thanksgiving night. So we assured him he could watch it at my house, and he was off like a shot, running up the stairs to get his things for the evening.

And what did he come down with?

Wasting no time, Holden ran upstairs and came back down with his essentials. Blanket - check. Pillow - Check. Anything else? Nope - not necessary.

Kaylee also wanted to come sleep over, so she raced upstairs to pack a bag, being a very helpful sister and packing a bag for Holden as well.

At my house, the kids watch the Incredibles. Or, the Incredibles were on, but Holden was more interested in bouncing between my couch and Donovan's, and playing with the dog. Around 8, Holden crashed out on my lap. A little later, Kaylee was ready to call it a night and we moved into my bedroom, where the kids could sleep in my bed.

Around 1, Holden woke up wanting his Dad. I soothed him with Drake and Josh on Nickelodeon while Kaylee moved over to sleep on the pile of couch cushions I had spread out on the floor for a bed (which, thankfully, meant I got to sleep in the bed). After that it was a quiet night and we all slept until around 7.

In the morning after breakfast (toast and cereal) we walked over to Safeway to get the makings for sugar cut-out cookies.

You'll have the pardon the questionable shapes of the cookies. I don't really come equipped with the proper cookie making tools - I don't even own a rolling pin. So, instead, I covered the dough with flour-sprinkled foil and used a can of Pam to roll out the dough. MacGyver-inspired baking!!

When all was said and down, Holden was ready for another sleepover.

A good day.

The See-Saw That Is My Life...

As I look back at the last two posts, it's pretty evident there's been a mood change. One day, a light-hearted whine about the newest pimple. The next...well...Welcome to the see-saw that is my life.

I have nothing really to complain about. I have my health, a job, a dog, a family that loves me. But everyday I wake up to the revelation that today looks a lot like 10 years ago...only now, I'm 10 years older. Really, nothing's changed. Back then I had my health, a job, a family that loved me. Okay, well, I didn't have the dog, but other than that...

What more could I ask for? I try to pull myself out of this funk with the thought that there are so many people less fortunate than I. And instead of feeling thankful, or rejoicing in the gifts I have, I just end up feeling selfish for indulging in these days when I just can't seem to get my act together and my eyes are constantly shining with unfallen tears. And some fallen tears...

Ironically enough, all this the day before we celebrate everything we're suppose to be thankful for.

Things that have me down today...

I'm about to lose my house (not to any financial crisis - much more complicated than that). What's a homemaker without a home?

Of course...that leads me to the bigger heartache - What's a home without someone to share it with. And therein lies 99% of my anguish. So, in my heart...I'm a homemaker. In reality...I'm a homemaker in a home for one.

So, okay, I don't have a home, I don't have a family (you know, husband, kids, yada yada yada) - I should be footloose and fancy free. Instead, I'm scrapping by in my FOURTH entry-level position since I graduated college.

And I know that I have no one to blame but myself. And maybe it's not a matter of blame at all...I just sometimes can't seem to pull myself out of these downward spirals. And here lately, I thought I was doing so good...

So...I'm hoping that putting these words out in cyberspace is somehow therapeutic. And like I said in my last blog, I keep trying to tell myself...

"Someday, I'm going to look back at this time in my life and laugh."

I just hope it's not from a padded cell somewhere.

When?

A few years ago, when I worked at Disney, life seemed impossible. Alone, broke, never had any money, never had that special someone to share time with. Away from my family, working a job for minimum wage, not making ends meet. Not making anything meet...

Matt, one of the guys I worked with at Disney, was in the same place. And on almost a weekly basis, he would say..."Someday, we'll look back at this time in our lives and laugh."

When is that day?

If I Could Just Have A Moment of Your Time...

Today, I sent a e-mail to Mom and Brenda so that I may whine. And what was I whining about?

I have a new pimple.

I have a new pimple in the middle of my back.

I have a new pimple in the middle of my back

under the snaps of my bra.

It hurts.

That is all. Thanks.

7 and 4

Colts 23, Chargers 20

Fellowship

Last night I attended a Bible study for the first time, and during the course of conversation, we started talking about the necessity of fellowship in times of sorrow, hardship and heartache and I brought up the thought that it's not just during the hardtimes. We need fellowship all the time.

And that's one of the reasons I love my best friend Becky.

In college one weekend, all my friends desserted me to hang out with their families (for shame!) and I spent the weekend...alone. I think I may have wandered across the street to the food court at least once, but other than that, it was just me. Alone.

And alone meant I had way too long to explore that part of my mind left best unexplored. The part that screams - Look what you don't have!!! Look what you aren't!!! Think weaknesses!! Think unrequinted love!!! Think failures and shortcomings!!!

Like I said, a corner of my mind left best unexplored.

Sunday evening, everyone started to return, and Becky called up to my room to see what I was doing. I have music for my moods - and on this particular weekend, I had ventured right into my pissed-off women collection. Paula Cole, Tori Amos, Indigo Girls...and by the time Becky called, I was deep into Sinead O'Conner - You don't get any more pissed off than that.

"So..." Becky inquired. "What's up?"

"Do you know that if you rearrange some of the letters of my first and last name, you get 'Pathetic'?" I said.

Without a pause, Becky responded, "Yeah, well, if you rearrange some of the letters of my first and last name you get 'Bitch'."

And that was it - I was out of the dark corners of my mind and back into the light.

And for like a year, every time I used the word "pathetic" in ANY context, Becky would respond... "Bitch."

And that's one of the reasons I love Becky.

P.S. - I am aware that I only have 1 "t" in my first and last name and can't actually spell pathetic with just 1 "t." But you get the point...

The Book I Can't Write

I was reading the headlines today, and in Britain, a woman is suing her adult daughter for libel. Apparently, the daughter wrote an autobiography about her childhood - abuse, neglect, abandonment. The mother claims that none of it is true - that they were a happy family.

This got me to thinking - there are books upon books upon books, some fiction, so biographic, that paint the pictures of dysfuncational familes and abusive childhoods. And this thought thread let me to come to this - I could never sell my childhood as a book. I wasn't beaten, abused or neglected.

My only chance of selling my childhood? Write a fairy tale.

A former manager at Epcot used to read palms and she told me that the palm says more about where you've been then about where you're going. She looked at my co-worker Eddie's palm, and almost teared up by what she'd seen. He had a hard childhood - losing his father early, never having enough food on the table or attention and love to go around. Times were rough for Eddie and he wore the weariness of his childhood like a scar upon his palm.

And then she looked at my palm.

"Wow"...she said. "You had a happy childhood. I've never seen such a pure life line."

Yeah...I thought. I had a GREAT childhood!

My mom was always there - always. I think about it now, with this newfound perspective of adulthood, and realize that in some ways, my mom was a part-time single parent, taking care of two children five, sometimes even six days a week without someone to share the load. My dad worked second shift, so we saw him mostly on weekends. Monday through Friday though, it was my mom that was there for us. Always there. Always.

My dad wasn't particularly fond of his job, but he liked the lifestyle it afforded his family. And that was his great love story to his family - Every day, mostly six days a week, my dad went to work in the tire factory - dirty, long hours in extreme heat - because he loved his family.

Friday nights were special - we sometimes would meet my dad after work at the Rockin' U for pizza. Sometimes this would be the first time all week we saw Dad. It was always with excitement that I approached the Rockin' U for our reunion.

Weekends in my memory were a special treat. Thursday night the inevitable question - was Dad working on Saturday? How about Sunday?

My memories of weekends - Summers with the pool, Dad at the barbeque, Mom finishing up dinner in the house. The back patio, where I would roller skate around the posts holding up the aluminum roof. Cleaning up the damn hedge cuttings...mowing the damn lawn. Trying to play "Horse" with the net-less basketball hoop without the ball rolling down the driveway (the only hill in Findlay).

And in the winter - Dad watching golf, Dad snoring on the couch, most likely with the remote in his hand. The smell of pipe smoke, football games on TV. Mom grading papers, cleaning house.

Payday Fridays with Mom, eating at the Ponderosa before hitting up the luxious, glamerous Findlay Village Mall or Hills. Sunday nights with dessert - ice cream usually only once a week.

And we had the cottage - it came along at the perfect age for me. At that time of my life when I'm most likely looking for reasons to NOT hang out with my family on weekends, my parents "forced" us to travel 90 minutes away to our own lake house every weekend and three weeks each summer. Hours upon hours I could have been wasting in the mall I instead spent building a world full of memories. The boat, the deck, the campfire. Walks with my dog around Orchard Island, watching fireworks from the bow of the boat. The wave runner, the boat beach. Even the "boat up" McDonalds. And in all those memories - Mom, Dad, Donovan and sometimes Brenda. Good friends, good times...carefree days, warm nights with just the ceiling fan to cool my sunburned flesh.

At one point in my life, I may have tried the argument that my parents even having my brother was a form of abuse upon me - years and years of arguments, hostility, anger and annoyance.

And I may have even contended, in my younger years, that my sister was the more loved sibling - that in the summers she came to visit, my parents heaped mounds of love upon her. After all...she got to sit in the front seat without asking and I was forced to share front seat privilieges with my brother the rest of the year.

My, what a little perspective will do...

Now, my siblings are the greatest gift my parents ever gave me. Years and years of wonderful memories - sharing the bed with Brenda during thunderstorms, swapping rooms with Donovan so that I could sleep in his pop-up tent bed. Swimming in the backyard pool, creating "routines" with Donovan, trying to swim end to end under water with Brenda. My introduction to soap operas from Brenda, jumping from couch to chair to ottoman, to coloring books with Donovan to avoid stepping on the carpet which was, of course, the dreaded, deadly lava.

And my brother and sister - they know where I've been, the people I come from. No one else in the world can truly understand me better - they have walked step by step with me throughout my entire life. And it's a good thing, too. I'd be lost without them.

And that's it - My fairy tale, titled "Tales from the Severly Functional."

Once upon a time...

Dallas Does Day Care

So today at work, I spent entirely too much time watching the webcam at Dog City - Dog City is the day care I take my dog to when I don't want him caged up for all day.

It's Monday, which means I can't bring Dallas to work. Typically, I leave Dallas at home asleep with Donovan, but tonight I start back to working at Flatiron Crossing for the holiday season, and I think that this would make for entirely too long of a day left to his own devices (which usually means eating a good book, or tugging up some carpet).

Anyway, they have seven webcams so you can check in on your dog.

And what did I learn about my dog?

He's a bit of a bully...at the very least, a pest. Here he is (on the right), tormenting another little dog. Every time I logged into the webcam, Dallas had this dog cornered, or on the run, or defending himself from Mr. Excitement himself. On occasion, this poor, abused creature would get reinforcements from another dog.

And here, Dallas is displaying his jealously as he tries to climb this employee's legs - how dare this guy pick up another dog.

Doesn't he realize that mine is the cutest there is?

Why settle for the rest when you can have the pest...I mean, the best... :)

6 and 4

Colts 33, Texans 27

The Virtue of Being Me

So, as you can imagine, when people meet me, they ask the inevitable question. Come on, it begs to be ask...

Do you have any? Patience, that is.

And standard answer - Yes, with everything but myself and traffic.

I've come to realize in the last few weeks, that this is more than just a flippant answer, and not entirely true.

The true part - I am, in fact, very impatient with myself.

The not entirely true part - I'm impatient with way more than just traffic...

So, let's explore the things that make me impatient...

TRAFFIC. Definitely traffic. Though if I'm sitting in a traffic jam, I'm pretty calm. If the car in front of me can't move any faster because the car in front of him can't move any faster because the car in front of them...I think you get the picture. Anyway, I'm pretty patient in this situation. I've learned - getting frustrated at this situation beyond my control doesn't make the traffic jam magically disappear. HOWEVER, if the guy in front of me CHOOSES to go 30 in a 55...yeah, no tolerance for THAT driver. Seriously...yelling, screaming, red in the face impatient, swearing enough to make any sailor proud.

POLITICIANS - Okay, I get a free one on this one. No one in their right mind has patience for politics.

BAD CUSTOMER SERVICE. Two years of working at Disney, 6 years of dreaming of working with Disney and 12 years working in retail - that adds up to a lot of customer service experience. I know what it's like to deal with stupid question after stupid question, to be endlessly pounded by requests, reasonable and unreasonable. I know what it's like to be treated like a servant instead of a service representative (often confused). But I know what good customer service is and I give good customer service. Therefore, if you ever wait on me, whether it be a Neiman Marcus (as if) or Wal-Mart, be prepared to be judged - and judged harshly. I have EXTREMELY high standards of service and I have no patience for what, in my humble opinion, is incompetence. And though I may not say anything to the service rep, I WILL say something to the poor soul hanging out with me. You've been warned.

BAD ATTITUDES. I'm a fairly positive person. I do my job to the best of my ability and take pride in my work. And I expect everyone around me to have the EXACT same work ethic. So, don't make excuses. Admit that you made a mistake, admit that you don't know something, admit that you had a bad moment and forgot to do something. DO NOT blame someone else, DO NOT make excuses when you just plain forgot or overlooked something. DO NOT rain on my parade because you don't like your job or your co-workers. DO NOT think that sick days are just freebies and expect me to pick up your slack.

BAD JOKES. Seriously...does anyone have any patience for this?

NO MANNERS. I say "thank you" to everyone. To the extreme. I empathize with your situation and when I say "I'm sorry," I genuinely mean it. I know the magic word and I use it. I don't expect you to wait on me, but I'll do what I can to make your journey a little easier. BUT...it would be nice if you practiced with I preach... :)

MYSELF. In most every respect. When learning something new, I expect to get it right the first time, every time, never error, never question. Yeah...that doesn't happen a lot. And in the years struggling with my weight, I expect that if I eat right and exercise for an ENTIRE week, then my clothes will no longer fit and all my worldly dreams will come true. Hence the reason I've been living a series of last days...no patience, I tell you... And, the most tragic of all - With life in general - I want tomorrow now and so, I often forget to enjoy today.

I have nothing profound to finish this entry off with. I just think it's ironic that, for a girl named Patience, I don't have a whole lot of it.