young and vivacious

'Cause they don't serve breakfast in hell

I ate a fortune cookie for breakfast. I don't know quite what that means...if anything, but it struck me as funny and unique to this Tuesday.

I chopped off my hair yesterday. When I was standing in front of the mirror last night as well as this morning as I went about my morning routine I just kept thinking, "Wow. I really cut my hair. It wasn't a dream." I do miss my luscious locks, but the compliments I received this morning from my coworkers made it all worthwhile. It is very short...above my shoulders- a first for me, i think. What will my mother say? At least there's time for it to grow a little before my next pilgrimage home.

spontaneous roadtrip

I'm going to Seattle in 2 weeks.

WAHOOO

Hil and Nic asked me if I wanted to fly out to Seattle with them to pick up a car, stay a couple days at the Autry residence and roadtrip it back on beautiful I-90. At first I said I couldn't go, but then I realized...

*brace yourself*

I can do AnYtHiNg I want at this stage in my life!!!! I can pick up and go to Seattle on a whim and no one would be bothered. :-D

I will bring my new digital camera and capture the moments. Perhaps I will visit the fish market and the first Starbucks EVER (just to say I've been there) AND see the great Pacific Ocean.

Stopping to take a few snapshots of The World's Biggest.... also a must.

...never gonna happen

for those people who 'get it'

my thoughts exactly.

covert operation

It may come as no surprise to some of you, but i enjoy doing strange things to make my life interesting. Frequently i try to accomplish tasks as if I am on a top secret, covert operation.
There I was- nestled very comfortably in my lower flat when i decided a pretty mug was definitely needed for me to properly savor my morning brew. My mission? Retrieve the Mexican- painted coffee mug from the upstairs kitchen without being spotted by people or the dog. Pretty confident that my upstairs roommates were gone for the better part of the morning, i crept over to the stairs and listened for noise. I heard something and decided it was not safe. I busy-d myself for a while before reattempting my mission. I slowly made my way up the stairs being careful to sidestep the creaky spots. At the top, I breathed a sigh of relief. No dog or people. Just as my hand touched the cabinet door, the back door opened. FAILED! If this were a top secret sniper mission, I would have been dead.

No sniper rifle, but they did catch me in my bath robe.

I heart naughty children

Little Natalie just couldn't stand the crying anymore. She came and she conquered with a few swift strokes of a marker.

...Turning her sister into a marker face.

Can we say 'early bloomer'?