Rain in the forcast

Reality of it all.

Thoughts are what make ideas and ideas are what make us.

Hmm, odd ball.

And they mingled and became as weirdos are...

Motivational music is such a motivation for me....if motivational music wasn't enough to explain, I had to say it motivated me...just in case you didn't understand.
Blah, blah, blah....
So another boring day to be marked off on the calender. Opps, forgot to mark off yesterday too, silly me.
Maybe if I braided my hair and forgot to latch my bra I could join the hippies and chant outside the White House, or maybe I'll read in poor lighting and buy glasses to shove up the bridge of my nose and squeak out intelligent things like "serological test for people susceptible to dithpheria." could lead me into a socially inept person, devotedly, nay worshiping my intellectual pursuits. Anyways, what I'm trying to get at is why does ice cream have to be sooo bad, yet taste sooo good?
I've probably confused, weirded or freaked you out in more ways than one already, so I'm going to call it quits for tonight.
Cheerio ya'll!

Tape anyone?

So begins another long packing process and on top of that, we're fixing this dump of a house to sell. It really isn't that bad, like I had said before, dad's putting the floors in, and mom, Bret (finally) and I have almost nearly finished all the painting. It looks good, not enough for me to buy, but whoevers in the market for a place in Washtucna...
Today is Mitchelle's babyshower(a young Mrs.'s who I work with) but unfortunately I can't go because, urgh, I'm still sick. She's having a little boy if you wanted to know, his name is Logan. You just know he's going to be adorable.
I guess we'll be in Toledo a little bit longer than planned at the mid-end of March. Dad has been put on 10 hour days, 6 days a week, so thats really frusterating. He's been in a great mood lately which is good though, because the last few weeks have a little bit questionable on his happy radar.
Not completely sure when we'll start moving things over, its been up in the air lately. I might bring over 4 boxes of my own, most of it will stay with my grandparents because I'll be coming back to live anyways...
Do you hear about the undercover reporter who traveled around Vatican City, confessing sins he hadn't commited to priest just to find out what kind of reaction and advise he'd get?

Excuse me, but.....

Hmmm, next to disliking lobster, I dislike being sick. So its the devils way of playing a cruel trick and making me sick. That jerk. Anyways, its not to bad, I just want it to go away.
I helped mom with grocery shopping today, it was fun, especially at Winco on a weekend in the produce section. With all the people in a frenzy to grab the best veggie or fruit, it feels like your at Farmers Market or something of the sort, chasing for the best of anything. It got rather comical when a tall brunette tried keeping the onions from mom (see I was watching from the other side), picking out the good ones ( there were hardly any of those). I guess you could say it got crazy and mom might have bumped carts with her to move on. Anyways, carrying on...
We went to Hastings after much begging and pleading and as an after thought I took mom to Basken Robbins as a thank you for taking me to Hastings gift (even though I think she enjoyed herself there). And, of course, I got a book. It was on sale though, that is my excuse(if I needed one in the first place) and so far its really good. Its "The Piano Tuner" by Daniel Mason.
Another suggested book in my library...

Pretend

So when a man introduces himself as Michael while your filling up the apple basket, what do you say back?
"Hi, I'm Beth"?
Or do you pretend that you didn't hear him and continue on putting apples away?
Hmmm....