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It's Friday night and I'm in a pretty chatty mood, but I don't have anyone to talk to at the moment. So I figured I'd come onto here and rattle away.
I have short pixie hair now, and I really really like it. I felt pretty guilty about cutting it at first because I figured Pat would hate it, but he doesn't seem to mind it as much as I thought he would. Wooo, short pixie hair; it even curls on rainy days and makes me happy.
Other things that make me happy:
Listening to hip-hop
Grocery shopping
Eating chocolate-dipped biscottis while driving
New shirts
Good books
Snuggling up in the crook of Pat's shoulder
Sing-along bands
Text messages
Babies
Mario
Asparagus
Having a full tank of gas
Swimming in the ocean
Photography
Hugs
That's the condensed list of what makes me happy...just things that popped up on the top of my head.
In other news: I've been feeling really really domestic lately. I've been having little cravings to make cupcakes, go grocery shopping, and wandering through Linens n Things. I've been craving for a house of my own to decorate and settle into. I want a 83 piece kitchen starter set like Dave Bazouw had. I don't know what's up with all the weird cravings lately though. I don't want to be married. I dunno. I do want to be married, eventually. Not now though. It's weird though, when I think about marriage. Who am I going to end up marrying? I can't picture marrying a new guy at the moment while I'm with Pat, but who says Pat would even be interested in marrying me?
I don't know. I guess I'm too young for that sort of garbage anyway. While I was reading tonight (yeah...only nerds read on Friday nights) I was also 1/2 watching special Reagan coverage. His wife and him were married for 52 years. That right there is pretty amazing, and they appeared to love each other enormously. The tragic part was that Reagan had really really bad Alzeiheimers after awhile, and he didn't even remember who she was the last few years. I can't imagine having my husband of decades not recognize me. I think that would just tear my heart out.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night, started thinking about how short life really is. 17 years have gone by in a blur, days just melt away in weeks. I got pretty claustrophobic and panicky, tried to call Pat but he never answered and didn't call back so eventually I just fell asleep. It's depressing though.
I have short pixie hair now, and I really really like it. I felt pretty guilty about cutting it at first because I figured Pat would hate it, but he doesn't seem to mind it as much as I thought he would. Wooo, short pixie hair; it even curls on rainy days and makes me happy.
Other things that make me happy:
Listening to hip-hop
Grocery shopping
Eating chocolate-dipped biscottis while driving
New shirts
Good books
Snuggling up in the crook of Pat's shoulder
Sing-along bands
Text messages
Babies
Mario
Asparagus
Having a full tank of gas
Swimming in the ocean
Photography
Hugs
That's the condensed list of what makes me happy...just things that popped up on the top of my head.
In other news: I've been feeling really really domestic lately. I've been having little cravings to make cupcakes, go grocery shopping, and wandering through Linens n Things. I've been craving for a house of my own to decorate and settle into. I want a 83 piece kitchen starter set like Dave Bazouw had. I don't know what's up with all the weird cravings lately though. I don't want to be married. I dunno. I do want to be married, eventually. Not now though. It's weird though, when I think about marriage. Who am I going to end up marrying? I can't picture marrying a new guy at the moment while I'm with Pat, but who says Pat would even be interested in marrying me?
I don't know. I guess I'm too young for that sort of garbage anyway. While I was reading tonight (yeah...only nerds read on Friday nights) I was also 1/2 watching special Reagan coverage. His wife and him were married for 52 years. That right there is pretty amazing, and they appeared to love each other enormously. The tragic part was that Reagan had really really bad Alzeiheimers after awhile, and he didn't even remember who she was the last few years. I can't imagine having my husband of decades not recognize me. I think that would just tear my heart out.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night, started thinking about how short life really is. 17 years have gone by in a blur, days just melt away in weeks. I got pretty claustrophobic and panicky, tried to call Pat but he never answered and didn't call back so eventually I just fell asleep. It's depressing though.