Itching

I’m so itching to write. It’s there. Tip of the Tongue phenomenon.

I just don’t know what it is. Yet.

It’s there. Creative juices are flowing. I’m using most of them for knitting, though.

Tag–YOU’RE it!!

Lina tagged me. Because I’ve got some creative juices to get flowing, here are 20 random things about me, some of which may or may not be news to you.

1. I love eggs over medium, especially if I have good bread with it.
2. I hate “falling back.”
3. I like finding notes people have left for me. More than that, I like to leave secret notes for people. In their calendar, in their dresser, behind pictures…wherever. I once left 10 or so notes at a friend’s house. I still don’t think she’s found them all.
4. I’m extremely lucky that I love all 4 of my parents. And they all get along. When I was in a bad car accident with my mom and step-dad, my dad and step-mom came to see us all. They even did stuff for my mom, like bring her a milkshake.
5. I’ve learned a lot from my dad. I want to be more like him and I hope the man I marry is like him.
6. I once secretly paid for someone’s dinner. It was a mom and her daughter. It was 800 times more awesomer than a “dine and dash.” I can’t wait to do it again.
7. I still feel like I’m in my 20s sometimes. Like I’m not old enough to do things like get married and have a house and have kids. I still feel like people with kids MUST be older than me, even though that’s not often the case.
8. I got the sentence for my “post secret” thought out. I just need to find the picture to send it off.
9. I’m not happy at my current weight.
10. I can’t stand clutter, yet I can’t keep it at bay. It’s driving me crazy.
11. If I didn’t do what I do, I don’t know what my occupation would be. I have no vision of “my ideal job.”
12. I have a weird thing about numbers. I can tell you: my phone number at my mom’s (from 4-7 grade or so), my best friend’s number (at the same time), my high school ID number (5 numbers), my college ID number (9 numbers), my bank account number (10 numbers), all from memory. I’m ruined by cell phones. I can’t tell you the people’s numbers I call the most.
13. I don’t think dreams offer predictions, but I do think they offer deep insight into my mind and what’s going on. When I was so very unhappy in Plano, I had lots and lots of water dreams. Of all sorts.
14. I’m not a girly-girl. I have to (actually, get to!) wear a bridesmaid’s dress in a few weeks. I had to go in to try the dresses on and was clueless.  I had no idea where to start. Now that the dress is in, I have to find the bra and the shoes I’m going to wear. This makes me nervous because I canNOT walk in heels. Also, I’m nervous about my nasty ankle and the shoes I’ll have to try to find.
15. Carol of the Bells is my favorite Christmas song to hear (not necessarily to sing!).
16. I love un-tangling knots.
17. I’m really good at starting knitting/crocheting projects. Really good at starting them.
18. I’m still waiting for the Great Accident.
19. I really want to lose weight. This means I don’t eat certain things often. I miss pizza.
20. I often take advantage of how lucky I am.

p.s.  Here’s the small-print stuff the lawyers made me include:

Official rules:  Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with 20 random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 or more people to be tagged, and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (tag, you’re it) to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you.  And since you can’t tag me back, let me know when you’ve posted your blog so I can see your answers!

Time for Change

I’m just gonna go ahead and say it.

I hate the time change in the fall. I hate that at 7:40, it felt like 9:00. Yes, it’s like that to our bodies, but sun-wise, I don’t like it.

I don’t mind getting up when it’s dark. I get up so damn early on the weekdays anyway, that it doesn’t matter all that much. I’d so much rather that it’s lighter, longer.

I feel like the day stops (figuratively) when the sun goes down. And then I stop doing stuff.

Yes, I’ll get used to it. Doesn’t mean I won’t complain about it for a few days here at the beginning.

Misty

There are times that tears come much easier than other times.   Sometimes they come out of nowhere, like I don’t know they’re coming until my throat tightens up.

I’ve only been in my house a few months now. MY house. Debt and all. It’s horrifying. It’s exciting.

Of course it was my first year to pass out candy at MY house. The first little cuties came and I gave out candy. They were so excited to get candy.  They were so adorable. Sometimes mom or dad made them say the magic words. Then they’d say “thank you” after I gave them candy.

I teared up after the first ones left. Part of it was because they were so damn cute, so innocent, so sweet. And part of it was because it was MY house. These kids were coming to “some lady’s” house to get candy (and good, stuff, too I should I add). I was that “some lady.”

I think another thing that made me tear up was that some of these parents were, like, MY age! Possibly even younger. I was very chatty with one little girl–I love talking to kids. When I stood up, I realized dad was video taping the event. Aw,  jeez. Oh, well, I think I got some good footage for him because dang it, she was precious!

After they left, it was tears of family, tears of wanting that, tears of longing for something like that.

I didn’t get a whole ton of Trickers, but enough to make me feel more and more like a home-owner.