Happy Blogging New Year.

It's not even the New Year yet. It's still a day and a half away but I have the worst trouble waiting for things when I have a plan in my brain. It's not really a big plan just a small plan to include more blogging in 08. It's for my own sake really, I feel like things are passing too quickly and I'm wasting my life. If I blog then I have proof that I'm actually doing something. Also, in theory, it will make me pay attention to what's causing the wasting feeling and motivate me to do better. I tend to lack motivation usually because it leads to effort and effort makes me tired and I'm really quite lazy.

Jane told me of a good idea to take a picture everyday in 08 and blog it. I like the idea because it reminds me of my "Life from a car window" series which I really enjoy but several people don't really seem to understand. There's not much to understand. I just take pictures... from my car window... and it's life. I think those who don't understand are overthinking. Or they just can't handle my infinite nature

Well, I'm off to celebrate these last few days of 07 with a tornado cleaning of my apartment. I have a mountain of unread newspapers to throw out and dishes to wash and several hundred wrapping paper scraps to pick up off the floor. First, I think I'll make a sandwich on my new sandwichmaker. Sandwichmakers are fun. Mine inspires me to create the perfect sandwich. What I learned yesterday was to center the cheese more otherwise it spills out on the counter.

searching for my lost shaker of salt

I wanted to get so much stuff done this weekend. I wanted to clean excessively and go through all my stuff and decided what I should sell/donate to goodwill and what I should pack away. Instead I went on a boat ride and watched a lot of baseball... and blogged, clearly. I had a plan for if I was going to move to New York but, truthfully, I don't even know that I really want to move to New York. The buildings are so tall and the streets are so dirty, not to mention the fact that it's incredibly expensive. Yes, it is a cultural mecca and a city chockful of opportunity but when you don't know what opportunities you're even interested in letting alone looking for, it all seems kind of pointless. How can I be such a blank slate that I can't even figure out what I'm interested in? I know what I'm NOT interested in. I'm not interested in Politics. I'm also not interested in working in a doctors' office. I'm also not interested in manual labor. I suppose I could list things I'm interested in but being interested in watching TV doesn't really lead one to a lot of career choices. I almost wish I lived in the 50's when all I would have to do is find a husband and cook dinners. I think I would get so bored though.
I want to buy a paper shredder to shred all my secret documents. I have all these credit card offers and other random papers I want to destroy them all. Plus shredders look really fun.
Grandma Lee is here for dinner. I should go out and be social.
Thinking about my future makes me want to vomit.
Me as adult = disaster. Sorry, me as kid, you were doing so well...

and forever in peace may it wave.

The 4th of July parade was quite long and, towards the end, a little dull. Firetrucks are fun and all but you can only see so many of them and listen to their loud loud noises for so long. There was much candy to be collected and almost hit by Shriners for. I really did almost get hit by a Shriner. Well, not my whole self so much as just my feet. I wasn't running in the road for candy, just resting my feet on the curb whilst sitting and a speedy little Shriner came within an inch of them before my reflexes pulled them back. There was an industrious little boy a little ways ahead of us on the parade route. He realized that he could get more candy if he followed those throwing it down the street a bit. However, when he got in front of our little'uns Sarrah took one look at him and yelled, "No, no, no, you put that down! That candy was in front of MY kids! That's THEIR candy!" and after that he quickly abandoned his ploy. Kennedy brought her pumpkin to collect candy in. It's interesting to me that she doesn't see pumpkins as a Halloween thing so much as a general candy thing. She's a clever one. My stupid old person brain might not have thought of using the pumpkin even though it's an ideal candy receptacle. Kids are marvelous because their little thought processes haven't been tainted by all the stupid rules & guidelines of society yet. They're living outside the box every day. I don't much more to say than that. I just wanted to blog to put this picture up.