Some advice

 There's some fine advice in these words.

ONE.             Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO.       Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older,
their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE.          Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or
sleep all you want.

FOUR.        When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.

FIVE.            When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.

SIX.              Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN.         Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT.          Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have
dreams don't have  much.

NINE.       Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's
the only way to live life completely.



TEN.             In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN.        Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE.        Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN    When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer,
smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'

FOURTEEN.     Remember that great love and great achievements involve
great risk.

FIFTEEN.       When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

SIXTEEN.       Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for
others; and Responsibility for all your actions.

SEVENTEEN.  Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.



EIGHTEEN.     When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate
steps to correct it.

NINETEEN.     Smile when picking up the phone; the caller will hear it
in your voice.

TWENTY.       Spend some time alone!

I know I need to pay attention to all of these things. 

I'll blog for real later on. I'm going back to bed. 

This week is going to go by slow and painfully. 

Here we go...

Here it is. 3:27PM on my first day of my diet and I want the Thin Mints in the freezer. 

They're calling out to me. 

They want me to eat them. 

I can't. 

I have to keep thinking skinny. 

Skinny. 

Skinny. 

I want to be skinny, right?

I want to be able to go to the beach this summer and feel good about my body. 

Right?

Yes. 

By the time I'm 20 (four months and 23 days) I will have a kick butt body and everyone will bow down to me. 

Ok, maybe not bow down to me.

But I'll feel great. 

So here I am, chewing on my Extra gum, trying to forget about the delicious cookies tempting me. 

Sigh...

Work's going to be hard. 

Chips. 

Salsa. 

Nachos. 

NO!

Skinny. 

Skinny. 

I made a mistake...

I had starbucks. 

Bad, I know.

Especially on the first day of my diet. 

But I wanted it. 

And it was good. 

I only drank half of it before it started tasting too sweet. 

So, basically I wasted some money. 

Oops. 

Off to eat a salad now. They'll cancel each other out, right?

Oh and I thought I should just tell everyone since it was brought to my attention. 

I love my life. 

There are a few things that I would like to change. 

There are a few things that I would like to do. 

But all in all, I really can't complain. 

I do love my life. 

I just feel that my blog is a place where I can express the few feelings that I have that I usually keep locked in the deep blackness of my soul. 

So, I love my life. 

:)

And I get to see Gary Allan in 16 days!!!!

Can't wait!!

I wish someone would buy me Taylor Swift tickets. 

Sigh. 

It's a new day

I'm starting a diet today. 

I'm going to get up every morning and eat breakfast. 

I'm going to eat salads for my meals. 

I'll try to workout. 

It might not work. 

But watching what I eat will. 

Yay!

Too gone for too long

When am I going to be out of this phase of my life?

I hate it here. 

I don't like sitting around waiting for my dreams to take flight. 

I feel stuck. 

Why do some people have all the luck?

What makes some people better than others?

Why do they get the looks, the talent, the opportunities?

Why are the rest of us forced to make our own way in this world with no such luck?

This seems like an addition to my last blog. 

But I can't help feeling the same way all the time. 

I hate college. 

I hate working at a job that I don't like. 

But I have to keep going through both of those things until I "grow up". 

Well you know what world, I think I am grown up. Too grown up for what I'm going through. 

I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I'm too smart to be stuck in some of the situations I'm stuck in. 

I may not be the nicest person in the world, but I'm too nice to be stuck in some of the situations I'm stuck in. 

Not stuck. 

Yes, stuck. 

I think. 

Whatever. 

That's all I have to say. 

My eloquence is over for the night. 

Too many dreams were broken

I think my life is holding me back. 

I have dreams bigger than Texas. 

Yet here I am, trying to make it in this world. 

I dream of being able to dance like this:

I dream of being able to sing like this:

I dream of being able to act like this:

I dream of looking like this:

I dream of being an amazing mother of four. 

I dream of wearing Manolo Blahniks while walking down 5th Avenue.

I dream of winning the Best Actress award at the Oscars. 

I dream of having super powers. 

I'm afraid that I'm letting everyone down by not dancing like that, not singing like that, not acting like that, not looking like that. 

I'm afraid that everyone had an idea of how I was going to end up. 

And I'm not heading that way. 

I feel that I don't have my head on my shoulders. 

I feel that everything isn't right. 

I feel that there's more that I could do, but I just can't do it. 

I try to live up to everyone's expectations. 

I feel that I fail. 

I'm not saying that I don't love my life...

I'm saying that I would love my life more if it was working out like I'd planned. 

I'd always thought by now I would be engaged, preparing to be married.

Even though Kevin and I have discussed marriage, I don't think I'm any closer to it than if I was single. 

I never thought I would be a waitress. 

I don't really like it. 

Customers look at me like I'm insignificant in the world. 

Like I'm not special to anyone. 

Like my only purpose in life is to make sure their fajitas are on their table and their tea is full. 

I'd always thought I would do great in school. 

School chews me up and eats me for dinner. 

I'd always thought I would be in Hollywood by now.

But, alas...here I am...sitting in the Baker Pattillo Student Center at Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas.

Far away from my dreams. 

Traveling With Cats

Kevin and I went home this weekend. 

Sounds great, right?

Well it was...

other than the fact that we took Dutchess Rosalie and Random home with us. 

First problem happened on the way there. Dutchess decided that she didn't like being in her cage so she "relieved" herself. Let's just say that it wasn't a very pleasant smell so we had to stop in Diboll and clean her up. Luckily we had lots of napkins and a bottle of water in the car we I just threw water on her and cleaned up the mess. 

We were going to let her out of the cage to move around but since she was a bad kitty we decided to let Random out and make Dutchess stay in the entire time.

The second problem happened on the way back to Nac. We tried to let Dutchess ride without sitting in her cage because we knew she didn't like it. The first 30 minutes went really well, but then we realized there was something on her face. When we pulled over I noticed that she had "tossed her cookies" in the backseat. Kevin went into Buc-ees to get napkins to clean it up. It wasn't as hard of a mess to clean up because it wasn't all over the place. 

Since she was a bad kitty again, we put her in the cage and let Random out. Random started to get annoying so I decided it was time to put her away for the rest of the ride. After a bit we began to smell something. That's when the third problem was realized. Random had made a boo-boo in her cage. 

All would be fine if not fifteen minutes away from Nac I felt a soft back on my elbow. Random had ripped through her brand new cloth cage. 

After those four problems I have vowed that I will never EVER take my cats on a log trip without the proper drugs again.