Sunny Days and Smiles

And I want a perfectly roasted marshmallow. The joys of summer. The smell of a campfire, the laughter of your friends. The warmer weather always brings out the more joyful side of me. Has to be from all the vitamin D that the sun gives. Or maybe it's simply just the warmth of it's glow on my skin because we go six months a year without feeling it.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like the snow. For my birthday, Christmas, heck - even New Year's but after that I could care less if we have it. The month of December really is the only month I'm really concerned about having it - maybe January but the full month is pushing it. For the other 10 months give me the sun - doesn't have to be 85 degrees, I'd honestly settle for 65 or 70 for most of it.

I'm definitely looking forward to this summer. :) Not sure what's planned but I'm sure it will be something worthwhile and definitely fun. Oh - and my roasted marshmallow.

Random Fact: Americans buy 90 million pounds of marshmallows each year, about the same weight as 1,286 gray whales. Most are sold during the months of October and December.

Please shut up.

You there -- Yes, you. You -- the little annoying voice in the back of my head. Could you please just shut your trap - say forever? I'm tired of hearing you and your annoying nasally whiney voice. You're nothing but pain my rump and I really dislike you. You make everything harder than it absolutely has to be. You can't make anything easy or smooth sailing.

I don't ask for much. I really don't - so if you could just please go away. Go bother someone else. I've had you long enough - I dont want or need you any longer. I'm sick of you and your bothersome thoughts.

*sigh*

If it were only that easy.

Random Fact: China was the first to use paper money.

I can not stand...

Fake people. People who clearly have the brains and the knowledge to do what they are supposed to do but don't, unless there's someone to impress or prove that you know what you're supposed to be doing. Things like, scraping your plate into the garbage if there is uneaten food on it or picking up your garbage instead of leaving it laying around. How about forgetting responsibilities, like dogs, family? I've never thought I'd see such ungratefulness. It's to the point that I want to look at this person and go - you're an adult can you please freaking act like it? Please stop acting like a petulant child. Grow the hell up.

It's even worse when you're in close proximity to these people. Maybe I'm just being bitchy.

Random Fact: The male penguin sits on the egg instead of the female.

There's so much...

So much that I want to say. I've been thinking about how I wanted to start today's blog and what I wanted it to be about for most of the morning while I did things around the house. One thing that I've come to realize is that:

I hate that I am a quasi-packrat.

I'll save things, thinking that they're important, or that we'll need them to refer back to at point down the road. Or it will be something that someone important gave to me so I'll keep it thinking that if I gave it away/threw it out that I would hurt that person's feelings. I've slowly been coming to terms with those issues as I've been going through the house purging rooms. I'm not perfect at it, but I think I've gotten a little bit better at it. I'm more able to look at things and say as much as I love it, there's just no room for it in the house anymore or that it just doesn't fit who I am anymore. I've found a way to repurpose some things that I've emptied because of either purging or reorganizing and they've made good additions to cleaning other areas of the house up. One of the areas that really bothered me was J's fish tank. Because it's saltwater, it has different elements and minerals that have to be added to the water to keep the inhabitants healthy and before hand they were just all over, now they are neatly in a 3-drawer tote. J says it's nice because they are all in one spot and easy to find.

Random Fact: The first non-human to win an Oscar was Mickey Mouse.

Blogs are for speaking your mind

Aren't they? Don't people usually start a blog so they can share their feelings and opinions with the world with fear of ridicule - or at the very least - controlled ridicule?

I know I started this blog because I needed a place to vent. I needed a "safe" place to share my thoughts and feelings but more often than not I am finding myself worrying about what people would think if I truly put something I feel strongly about in my blog. I'm going to really work on not worrying about that. I've always said that I'm willing to hear opposing sides as long as they are shared/voiced respectfully and without trashing my views.

I honestly don't even know how many people read this blog but I don't do it for the readers. I do appreciate comments because it lets me know that people either agree or disagree with me. I'd like to have more readers because eventually I would like to be able to share things I've written on here. Just have to figure out how to "protect" my prose so that people can't copy/paste it and claim it as their own.

I've changed the background because I was inspired to do an update by my very good friend Sheri. You should check out her blog,The Mama in Me, she's really insightful and very inspiring -- again hence the change in background. I hope everyone likes it. My last couple changes have been very dark in color, thought beautiful, and this time I wanted something that was visually very different and opposite of what I've had in the past.

I guess there really isn't a point to this blog tonight. I originally started it with a completely different topic in mind, but me being me, changed the direction of the blog because I was worried about what someone might think. Well, maybe I'll indulge slightly. Is it possible that I'm too serious and there's something wrong with me? I mean, is it possible that there are things that I should find funny and I just don't? I mean, is it wrong when someone takes a joke (or several jokes) too far or someone claiming they are so mature when their actions just scream immaturity and I just don't want to be a part of it? I don't think I am tackling this topic correctly - the lack of examples is probably not helping, but unfortunately I have no overcome my inability to care if the wrong people read this so I think I shall just end it here.

Hoping for another gorgeous day tomorrow...

Random Fact: Odontophobia is the fear of teeth.