i could be Catholic for the wine…

confession: I’ve now watched this 3 times in a row.

confession: I’m spending much too much of my time recently…considering “what if’’s”*

confession: I bookmarked this months ago after I came across it, mainly because it would be impossible for me to agree with it any more than I already do.

confession: Instead of always organizing, I have a horrible habit of stuffing….under the bed, in the closet…deep inside of drawers…and sometimes, I have this nightmare of all of the doors/drawers opening all at once and everything coming out to get me a la Mary Poppins.

confession: I could never be Catholic. All this confessing is exhausting.

*and deep, thought-provoking ones, not just “What if I had a million dollars…”!

fresh starts make me nervous, and so do Clementine oranges…

This page is entirely too empty. I’ll have to fix that slowly with some random nonsense paragraphs. I’m going to blog. This might be obvious, considering you’re on my page, but…oh well. And what better way to start out, than with a list, bullet style. [Which is much less exciting than the different styles of Boom-Chicka-Boom, such as underwater style, valley girl style and race car style* but I digress.]

• I’m entirely too hard on myself, something i’m learning more and more as I get older. This undoubtedly will become clear as I continue to blog. I figure eventually I’ll just change myself, or pursue my recent childhood dream of being a car-wash dryer, mainly because it seems to be a simple job that you can only be so critical of…either you’ve dried the car, or you haven’t.
• I love puzzle pieces, because they remind me I’m on the only thing on earth that’s a work in progress. Take and hide the last piece and suffer the consequences…just sayin’.
• I’m not good with change. This blog will be a challenge at first, because allowing just anyone to see my writing…is a BIG change. I’m kind of a control freak person who likes to have some influence over her own destiny ;] Eventually, I’m sure I’ll learn to chill, and rejoice in the possibility of stalkers….maybe stalkers that start a club and wear t-shirts with my name on them. [Hey, everyone can dream.]
• I’m not going to apologize for anything that’s written here. Actually that’s a lie, but maybe I fooled someone. I apologize much too much…I’ll probably apologize on here, or in my head concerning here, a trazillion** times I’m not sure why. Maybe you can tell me. Or maybe, fingers crossed, I’ll learn in one of my psychology classes. Or maybe I’ll jolt out of bed one nite and discover not only why I apologize so much, but the secret to life, as well.
• I can’t peel my own Clementine oranges. A family friend once told me a story about how someone she knew opened one up and all these spiders came out that had been living in it. Yeah, I know. See..you thought I was foolish, but see if you can peel your own now without thinking about THAT.
• All foolishness aside, I’m much too passionate….about life…to continue to push down THIS passion..and by that, I mean writing. And this blog, my friends and tshirt-donning stalkers, seems to be the best way I can do that…A place where I can write what I want [if only I could figure that out], when I want [usually late at nite when I can't sleep], and how I want [which means with lots of commas and parentheses]. And if you don’t like it? Well, i’m sorry. No really, I am…..

*Vroom-Chicka-Vroom.

**not an actual number, at least I don’t think it is.