This Song is Amazing...

I have the version by Garth Brooks, of course. And it's my theme at the moment. God, life is good!

Lazy yellow moon comin up tonite,
Shinin thru the trees,
Crickets are singin and lightning bugs
Are floatin on the breeze
Baby get ready.....

Across the field where the creek turns back by the ole stump road
Im gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows
Baby get ready.....ooooooooooo

You and me going fishing in the dark,
Lying on our backs and counting the stars
Where the cool grass grows.
Down by the river in the full moon light,
Well be fallin in love in the middle of the night
Just movin slow...

Stayin the whole night thru, feels so good to be with you...

Spring is almost over and the summers come
And the days are gettin long
Waited all winter for the time to be right, just to take you along
Baby get ready.....

And it dont matter if we sit forever and the fish dont bite
Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night
Baby get ready.....ooooooooooo.


You and me going fishin in the dark.


Listening to:
"Fishing in the Dark" Garth Brooks

I Don't Need Help.

I don't think people understand me in the slightest most of the time. People can never tell when I'm serious about something, even though it feels like my eyes are blazing holes in them, or that I'm extremely stubborn and self sufficient. I never ask for help, nor do I ever really expect it. If I ask for help, it's because I'm desperate or I trust the person. I don't even like asking my family for things, and yet people misunderstand that.

Ugh. Right now, I'm still looking for a car. I'm thinking about selling my flute and camera to get some extra cash, since I've only got about $500 at the moment. I might have one more option, but I'm not taking any stock in that, as I'm not sure it will work. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to do everything for or by myself.

Listening to:
"If Tomorrow Never Comes" Garth Brooks

Guys just don't understand...

My mom sent this to me in a chain letter. It's hilarious!!

This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white

shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period , Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants ... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

Are you f------ kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period ? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.

Always. . .

Best,

Wendi Aarons

Austin , TX

David after the Dentist

This made me laugh. I guess I'm reverting back to my youtube obsession from last year, when I was looking up all the funny videos of little kids ie: bluhd, little singing girl.

Note to self...

... do not lean against something while talking nonchalantly that you have just painted.

That crazy thing called confidence....

So, as of late, I have had a life changing epiphany. I'm not perfect, nor do I want to be. I've had an ultimate confidence boost in a time of my life that has seemed one of the worst, and it's a more than welcome change. I hold my head high, smile all the time, dance around badly like I used to not caring who is looking, and know that I'm worth something to myself, if not to anyone. It's a great feeling.

I think part of the change came from getting an RA position here at college, of which I have wanted for a while and knew I would be good. After all my hard work and sweat and tears, something is paying off and going right. And the best part, other people have seen that my personality is shiny and bright.

I have always thought being over-confident was annoying, since I have seen people who have an abundant amount of confidence make fools of themselves because they thought TOO much of themselves. I don't feel that right now, granted I'm not THAT flamboyant either. Haha! But really, it's nice to have a smile that is genuine that isn't even caused by some outward source, but rather from inside.

On an unrelated note, I have been missing home a lot lately, or rather a place to call home. I was utterly frustrated while filing my taxes because I couldn't figure out where the hell I could claim residency. Maryland was telling me one thing while Indiana gave a whole nother reasoning. Very disheartening and depressing. As my dad said though, "The curse of an Army brat." I don't know if I'll ever get away from that. In the same thought though --- it's looking less and less like I'm going to go back to Maryland after I graduate. The deciding factor, I suppose, is if I find this "love" thing that people tend to base their lives on. ;)

Listening to at the moment:
"Fire and Rain" James Taylor
"Come on Get Higher" Matt Nathanson
"Sunny Came Home"

Oh Shakespeare, how I love and detest thee....

HAMLET
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will soonertransform honesty from what it is to a bawd than theforce of honesty can translate beauty into hislikeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now thetime gives it proof. I did love you once.

OPHELIA
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

HAMLET
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannotso inoculate our old stock but we shall relish ofit: I loved you not.