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.
