scatterbained.
currently, I am…
Focusing. On appreciating all that I have in my life rather than pondering on everything that I want. There are millions of people around the world who don’t have homes, cars, disposable income, or food. Yet, I find myself complaining (to myself mostly) about insignificant things. I’ve decided to focus on all the good things that are flooding my life.
Anticipating. The redesign of my new blog this fall. I’ve already decided on a new web address and name…now I just need to throw it all together with a new layout. I love my blog design now, but I feel it’s more spring and summery. Do you agree?
Loving: My new hairstyle. I used to wear it the same way day after day with my bang sitting on the right side of my head. I finally decided to switch it up a bit and use my entire forehead (instead of just one corner of it) for my bang. I am so proud of my new, yet subtle, look.
Hating: My PMS. I have a pretty bad case of:
Irritability, depression, crying, oversensitivity, sadness, anger, fatigue, bloating, acne, appetite change and breast tenderness.
Yes, I have each and every one of these symptoms every single month and it drives me bonkers. I’m convinced it’s borderline PMDD.
Craving. A trip to Seattle to visit my Great-Aunt. I also can’t wait to introduce her to Dana. I know she will adore her.
Listening to: Love All Over Me– Monica Sex and Candy – Marcy Playground; Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz; Softest Lips – Eric Roberson; I’m Yours– Jason Mraz; Pretty Boy Swag – Soulja Boy.
Reading: The Help, by Kathryn Stockett.
Appreciative. Of my job, even if I am not in love with it. I often whine, cry and complain about how I would love to be doing something else. Something else that allows for me to have a life, get off before midnight, be home on the holidays and actually participate in the festivities of the weekends. What that something else is… I’m not sure, I just know something is calling me…. and I’m hunting to find it. In the meantime, I will remain appreciative of my employment at a time when thousands of Americans (and non-Americans) don’t have it. I am able to pay my bills, eat good foods, and still treat myself to small luxuries from time to time. Things could always be worse….

















In August of 2003, much of my time was consumed of shopping in Target for twin sheet sets, desk lamps, colorful furry rugs, expensive-as-hell textbooks, and of course— new clothes. I bet this sounds all too familiar to every 18 year old girl (and some boys) going to college. I was super excited to be at the final stretch of exams, studying, quizzes, term papers, and school lunches forever. I felt good that I had finally made it. I was going to be something in life. I would be a “professional” in just 4 years. At least that’s what I thought.
