Every Song On The Radio Is Playing For Me

Too often I have those days when I'm driving the car and every song I hear is saying exactly what I'm thinking, saying all the things that I want to hear, saying all the things that I want to say. But, in reality, you know that if you said these same words aloud to an actual person you'd only come off sounding like a fool. In a perfect world, the song would be your words and they would come out right and be taken the way they should be taken. In a perfect world.

This weekend I ran across a blog that was entertaining and cute and funny. I flipped through several times over several days, reading random posts, just getting a feel for the writer until I found a string of posts that dealt completely with the back story of the blogger. Suddenly, she was like the songs on the radio. The pages I read could've been my life in more dramatic fashion. I knew her. I was her. So, I sat there, throat aching, eyes stinging reading this blog that completely spelled out my song. And the words were exactly what they should've been. But, like the lyrics on my drive home, the words weren't mine.

I Don't Say This Nearly As Often As I Need To

So I'm gonna post it again. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It's become obvious to me how grumpy I can get when I don't feel well. Ugh. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.

What's Worse?

The knowing or the not knowing? I wish I could decide.

I Got A Rock

Hands down, for me the best part of Halloween isn't the costumes or the candy (though that's a very close second). Without question it's the tradition of coming in from the chilly fall air after gathering insane amounts of junk food to settle into pj's so we can watch "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." I don't know what's better - watching N roll around laughing on the floor barely able to breathe or the cute way Liv says "Snoofy." Whatever it is, I'm smitten. Completely head over heels in love with this way to end a Halloween night.

"I don't see how there could be a pumpkin patch any more sincere than this one." - Linus

This Is The Kind Of Thing I Could Get Behind

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano

Anything that declares "Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing" is pretty damn awesome. Because writing a lot of crap is something I can do.

Mediocre American Novel here I come.

Ouch

My powers of persuasion are seriously lacking these days. I'm not sure if I should laugh or be crushed. J is spending the week working only an hour and a half away. Just like normal, he decided to get a hotel room close to where he was working. It wasn't until it was brought to my attention that I even thought this was odd. So, of course, I decided I might as well give him a hard time and ask why he's not coming home every night. The answers I got were mildly...well, lame. The first was the fact that he'd have to get up at 4:30 every morning. Ok, that I can understand. The second is that he didn't know how late he'd be working every night. (Can I just state that he hasn't worked past 3:30 any day this week?). Needless to say, I lost the debate. No big deal. Until I get a phone call today saying he's going to be home every night for the rest of the week. The reason - not because I asked. Nope, it's because a RR guy told him he should. Ahh, the power of the RR guys. I'm completely jealous.

Because It's Been Too Long

Overdue random lyrics for today. The whole song is great but I'll cut it down to just a bite.

I promise I might

Not walk on by

Maybe next time

But not this time

Even though I know

I don't want to know

Yeah I guess I know

I just hate how it sounds

One Thing - Finger Eleven

All Good Things Must Come To An End

It was bound to happen sooner or later. The perfectly perfect weekend streak couldn't be forced to go on any longer. Even me, who is too easy to please, who uses words like awesomely awesome and great and good and "best ever" without regard to the average-ness of everyday life can only rate this weekend as ok. But I still say ok is better than fine...