I started my day super early again today. I woke up, wrote some, did some yoga and then headed to the library to use some of their software for one of my projects. Doesn't sound fun but for some reason I was in a great mood. I think it was the great weather.
We finally paid off my car today and it feels great, one less burden to bear. Now that it's completely mine I feel a new ownership to it, so I had to take it to get a bath. 
My week is definately packed. I have so much work to do I have to wake up at five in the morning everyday in order to get it all done. You would think this was a burden but I kind of like the peace and quiet of it all. This is the best time to sit down and write. I'll just curl up with a blanket and drink hot coffee or tea. This is the best time of day. 
To me Barnes and Noble signifies freedom. I could spend hours in this place just drinking coffee and looking at books. Bridget loves it here too, unfortunately when I take her with me I don't really have much of a choice as to what we look at. We're usually stuck in the children's section, which I usually enjoy just as much as she does. However, tonight I got to go by myself. Ahhhhh, it was great just to have a moment to myself. I had to look for a book that I have to do a report on and while I was there I just soaked the place up. It was hopping tonight with a crochet club in one corner and lots of young students strewn everywhere. I just get gitty everytime I set foot in a book store. It was the last deep breath of relaxation before the rest of my week takes off. I have so much work to do it's not even funny. This week alone I have to write 4 poems, a play and a book report. Plus, I actually have to read the book. On top of that I have to do Stats homework and take notes on all of this weeks info then I have to create and conduct a survey. After that I have to write a report on my survey. I don't even know where to start.
My delicate little flower of a daughter, Bridget hasn't always been the most delicate eater. She seriously sounds like a cow chewing on her cud but at turbo speed. She has actually bitten her own finger while eating quite a few times, causing many tears. While we were eating dinner she was eating in her usual mock speed. The sound was absolutley disgusting. So after telling her to quit smacking several times I finally told her that the slower you eat the longer you can taste the food. It was hilarious because you could see her eyes rolling around in her head while she chewed very slowly, savoring every bite.
Some things never change. Ever since I was about 13 I have always had chipped pink toenail polish on my toes. I don't know what it is, the shades of pink vary but the majority of the time they're chipped. My feet aren't my most flattering asset. I wear a women's size ten and I pretty much have to shop for shoes in the same sections that drag queens do. I will try to wear cute heels but always end up with blisters. Brent calls me Bilbo because my feet are exactly the same size as his are. I blame this on my huge heels, I inherited them from my mother. My dad used to make fun of my feet too, I think he called them boats or skis. They were very beneficial in my soccer days, however. It would take months to get my cleats to form to my feet just the right way. I would even shower in them to try to break them in. My second toenail on my right foot would turn black and fall off at least twice a season because someone kicked it or stepped on it. By the time my cleats felt good and were in the shape of beans; they were worn down to nubs and were held up with duct tape. I miss those days. I actually had a dream lastnight that I was back on the team and was starting training right away. I had a coach who had figured out a way to keep my knee cap from dislocating while playing. I was so excited! I couldn't wait to get on the field and feel that rush of competition. It's like a flame that burns from the inside out. I seriously thought it was real until Brent woke me up. I was so sad. When I told Brent about it he told me to join a cooed team but my knee still scares me so I probably won't. Too bad, I'll have to stick with kickball instead because it's not a contact sport.
Today was great! I finally got to go get my hair cut and colored and it was one of the few times that I actually loved it after they were done. While I was getting my hair cut Brent stopped by the salon to see if I had anything planned for dinner when I told him not really he said,"Good, you just leave that up to me." Then he just took off. It get's even better, on the way out of the hair salon I went past my favorite store and they so happened to be having a sale! It was awesome I bought 5 shirts and 2 dresses for 40 bucks! When I got home Brent had cleaned the whole house and had candles burning so it smelled really good. He made a seafood pasta dish with garlic bread and had even counted up the points for me so that I knew how much I was eating. We had started Weight Watchers on Monday and Brent insisted on doing it with me even though he doesn't need to. And to top this wonderful day off, I've lost 5.5 pounds already and it's only been 5 days since I've started my diet. I wish all days were like this.
Bridget lost her second tooth tonight. I just got done sneeking into her room to exchange the tooth for money. It's funny but you never realize exactly how many rituals your parents performed for you until you have to do it yourself.
I've been sitting here all day, or so it seems. I have so much work to do but am totally consumed with one class, my creative writing class. For years I've been showing friends and family little tid bits of my work and I always get the same response. "Oh yeah, that good." But they are friends and family and I kind of doubt whether they are telling me the truth. So, when I found out that my poem from last week was posted up for critic I got really nervous but excited at the same time. This was a chance to get some real feed back. Unfortunately I didn't like the assignments from last week. They were really creepy and totally out of my element. I was supposed to write a rant to God for one poem (I'm not mad at God), and for the other I was supposed to write from the perspective of someone who scares me (Creepy). Both of them seemed kind of draining to me. I finally did them last minute because I kept putting them off. So this is the poem that my professor chose for my classmates to critic. So far everyone loves it, which satisfies my ego just fine. It's kind of embarrassing to show because it makes me look psycho, but this isn't me it's someone that would scare the crap out of me. I kind of channeled "Kiss the Girls" on this one. Here it is...
This is the little creepy dude we ate for dinner tonight. It was my first time making a whole chicken. It was weird, I had to pluck a few feathers out of his ass and when I flipped him upside down to season him I felt like I was putting baby powder on a babies butt. Yeah, definately creepy but not too creepy to eat. He turned out just right.
This is the first sunset I've seen shining over the hill. I was cleaning my kitchen when I noticed something reflecting pink on my deck. I looked out the window and there it was, my sunset. 
We were so excited about Bryce and Carrie coming to visit us! We slept in this morning and lounged around this morning. Then we headed over to Red Rocks before going to see "Cirque Jungle Fantasy" in down town Denver. It was a good day.
I made homemade sushi and Cheese fondue are you proud of me?!?!
Look at that sushi!!!
We don't have a shot of it but Bridget also had to sing many songs for us on her new H.S.M. microphone she got from Grandma and Grandpa.
I was having problems with the internet yesterday, for some reason we couldn't connect. I was kind of freaked out because I had a lot of homework to do and I can only do it online. I called comcast, dell, norton...all kinds of places and nobody could help me. I was just about to call the Geek Squad when my own Geek saved the day. He figured it out somehow. Isn't he great?!
Thank you Sarah! 
This is a gift I got from Brent and Bridget over a year ago. They made it for me while I was at work, for no particular reason other than they love me. They painted this box, stuck stickers to it and then polished if off with a clear coat. It must have taken quit a while. The fairies represent Bridget, the firefighter stuff is obviously Brent and they bought stickers of bathingsuits and suntan oil for me. I came home to find it sitting on the table and they both had the cutest grins on their faces. They have no idea how much I love this thing. Inside I keep cards and notes that Brent has written me and one day when Bridget writes me notes from college I'll put those in there too. I'm a very lucky girl!
Chasing after a little rabbit.
I was very irritable today everything got on my nerves. Statistics homework was looming casting a shadow on the rest of my day. Statistics is my nemisis. Instead of starting my day with my homework I thought I would go to the gym and relax first. Then maybe I would be less grumpy when it came time to sit down to my homework. I started on the eliptical machine feeling fine for all of ten minutes when a man with really bad breath chose the machine right next to me. Nobody was around he had his choice of ten machines but chose to be right by me. At first it wasn't so bad but then he started working out harder which made him breathe harder. He totally violated my nostriles there was nothing I could do about it. I decided to go to the other side of the gym where nobody else works out. I got on my new machine glad to be clear of any annoying people. I started going and feeling fine. Then another man pulled all of his equipment so that he was right in front of me. There was plenty of room everywhere else! Nobody was working out where we were but he chose to be right in front of me to work out. I could literally lean over and touch his hair if I wanted to. I decided to ignore it and turned up my ipod. A really good song came on and I was starting to feel better but right in the middle of my song my ipod went dead. Needless to say I didn't feel any better when it came time to sit in front of my stats homework. I was just more pissed off about it. 
The messy fun!
The final product!
Today I settled down in front of the computer to work on my homework. Then I turned around and saw Bridget looking so pitiful. She's been bored out of her mind this winter and with me going to school and it demanding so much of my time I think she feels a little neglected. So I canceled my study plans and we made Valentines instead. She insisted on listening to Valentine music so I put on Frank Sinatra but I don't think she was very impressed.
Emily in L.A. updating me on the bazaar happenings of Hollywood...
"My building is surrounded by papparazzi right now. Britney is in the building."
Britney and Barrack seem to have nothing in common but here they both are taking a little dip. Who would have thought. You never know, maybe they have more in common than we think. You can never predict who you can relate to. Maybe we should all be just a little bit more openminded. Then again....this is why I'm a weirdo magnet.
Bridget and I have been inspired by Mary Poppins and have decided to have a spoonful of sugar whenever we need a little pick-me-up . It's a new tradition. While her eyes are closed I drop some honey into a spoon then she has to taste it and guess which flower the pollen came from. The rule is that your eyes have to be closed while you taste it. Today her honey came from a "Crispy Daffodil" yesterday it came from a "Pink Rose".
Once a month Bridget and I get together and fill out the calendar for the new month. She's definately a planner it makes her feel good to know what's on the agenda. She reads events from her school newsletter to me (the # of the dates anyway) and if there is a special event she get's to draw on that day. What's on the schedule for the rest of the day? Eating chili for dinner while we play Disney monopoly.
I'm reading a book called "Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bon's". It's totally a guilty pleasure book and it's actually really good. I was drinking hot chocolate while reading and I spotted a small drop of chocolate on the page and I thought that I must have spilled it somehow while I was reading. When I tried to wipe it off I realized that it was old, somebody else was drinking hot chocolate while they were reading this book. Then it made me wonder who all had read this book before me. I wonder if they did it just like me snuggled up on the couch with a nice warm blanket. Or during the summer time maybe somebody read it while they were laying out by the pool leaving smudges of suntan oil on one of the pages. Each reader leaving there imprint on this book as it goes from home to home. Who knows how many people have checked this book out maybe it was the rude lady that flipped me off while I was driving today and this book is the one thing that we have in common. Who knows. It also made me realize how unsanitary library books are.
I think I might have been talking to myself out loud while I was working out today. I don't know, I was just listening to my ipod and in the zone with my workout. My mind was racing and lots of thought bombs were snapping and popping in my head. Suddenly people are looking at me. And this girl kind of smiles at me. I didn't get it. Who knows if I was actually talking out loud. It's a very big possiblity, I can't even read without moving my lips. We all know that I'm a little nutty, it's all good.
Okay so I parked the car while I was driving to the grocery store today because I saw the most perfect view of the Denver sky line through my windshield. Bridget and I ran along the side of the road trying to get a perfect shot but for some reason it didn't happen. It just looked really far away and dirty when it was captured on my camera, no where near as cool as it looked to me at first glance. This is my way too long reasoning for using an old photo. 
