Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Still No Time...

I'm 30. But this blog has nothing to do with that.

Last Monday I started my new job. Due to the time change (since I work in Indiana now) I just knew that getting home at 4:30 would leave me with so much free time. I just new that I would finally have the opportunity to sit down at the computer (without feeling guilty that Matt has no clean underwear) and to do the thing I love best...write. Regrettably, it hasn't. Somehow that extra time has been spent doing other things around the house that I never had time to do or wasn't too tired to do previously.

Obsessively cleaning the floors and catching up on laundry have become my new hobby. Instead of making a list of things to write about, I find myself making lists of what to clean or organize next. It's a problem. Even at its dirtiest, the house is not even close to being uninhabitable. Although, more times than not I feel ashamed and embarassed that my house is not perfect. Again, it's a problem. Matt will agree.

Alas, I have taken a few moments from my new routine to write this. It is short and sweet,that is for sure. But it is the truth. Now back to the decontamination.

Cleanliness to next to godliness. ~John Wesley

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Things That Make Me Happy...

I’m 30. Over the years I have grown to like, love and at times almost obsess over certain people, places, and things. This by no means is a list comparable to Oprah’s favorite things. They’re just my favorites. Here are a few of them:

Writing, books, Cool Water cologne, swimming, interior design, green grass, Maggie Mae, logic puzzles, Michael Jackson, organizing, summertime, cupcakes, My Matt, blogging, paisley patterns, Lady Antebellum, shopping, museums, the movie Big, the smell of fresh cut grass, Las Vegas, water, all shades of green, iced tea, expensive purses, STL, Fresca, Provel cheese, the ocean, Lilies, spinach dip, sleeping in, Facebook, boating, Happy perfume, my sister, Glee, Johnny Depp, Twilight, peanut butter and apple butter on an English muffin, springtime, Crate and Barrel, crafting, bacon, Katy Perry, my iPod, candles, Chevy Malibu, pears (not to eat, just to look at), weddings, BW3’s, jewelry, the movie Big, Christmas, when Matt wears his glasses, winter, The Band Perry, loosing weight, any shade of blue, hammocks, sunshine, lots of pillows on my bed, cruises, fried zucchini, bean fields, fishing, Miss Aubrey Ann, The Big Bang Theory, old storage trunks, mint chip ice cream, moonlight, people watching, Darius Rucker, fried chicken, birdhouses, staying in hotels, grilling out, the smell of a clean house, The Container Store, puppies, riding my bike, old barns, Two and a Half Men, Tom Hanks, the Cardinals, waterfalls, tropical fish, Target, Chicago, kittens, visiting Mulkeytown/Christopher, Taylor Lautner, How I Met Your Mother, rocking chairs, eBay, Eva Cassidy, peace and quiet, getting my hair cut and colored, pizza, the sound of a fan when I sleep, The Kardashians, Valentine’s Day, carpet instead of hardwood, having my back scratched, milk, Matt when he wears a baseball cap with the bill pulled up a little bit, dogs, Dahlias, Biscotti cookies, fall, bookcases that take up an entire wall, Elvis, fire pits, label makers, Golden Girls, photography, birdcages, breakfast foods for dinner, Sharpies, President Obama, baskets, my Droid X, cheesecake, Cranberry and Malibu, nautical décor, Cuban sandwiches, John Travolta, iced coffee, date nights with Matt, snow, loud music, magazines, flea markets, Hydrangeas, my pillow, John Mayer, sundresses, laughing until I can’t breathe, popcorn, Tiffany Lamps, Harry Potter, lasagna, the gangster Pretty Boy Floyd, watching movies in the theatre, Carmex, making spreadsheets, Barcode scanner app, chocolate (sugar free of course), pumpkins, Marshall’s Fall Festival, lightning bugs, mashed potatoes, garage sales, quilts, seashells, pellet ice, post cards, fingernail polish, Quizno’s, Arts and Crafts houses, cats, Leonardo DiCaprio, watching movies at home, pruning, Violets, using exact change, The Hangover, freshly waxed eyebrows, the smell of Banana Boat tanning oil, porch swings, old keys, birdbaths…finally getting a job oh so much closer to home. Today, this is my absolute favorite thing. This makes me happy.