Pretended to be Dead Asleep the Entire Time.

7:30 in the morning, and I am laying in bed contemplating the order in which I want to do things today. Not quite sure if I'm ready for it all to begin right now, so I'm sitting in my bed with my nerdy glasses on... blogging.

I'm just happy I found them. They have been missing for a while amiss all the books and journals that seem to gather on the side of my bed. I really need to find a better system. Dani needs the biggest night stand you got, because my skinny book shelf is not cutting it. Or maybe, I can just learn how to read only ONE book at a time, apposed to five or six. this may help as well....

When I was a little girl I once fell asleep on a Sunday night as the family watched Funniest Home Videos.

My dad thought this show was great.

Sunday nights were THEE nights at my house, let me tell you what. Mom would put us kiddos in our PJ's, and my dad would theatrically pop the popcorn in those air-popcorn makers. All of us would watch with big eyes and suppressed giggles.

I had this" AWESOME" hair cut...

I looked just like my mom.

Probably because, I had the same hair cut as my mom...

Luckily, I was only five at this time, and had plenty of time to grow this out before Kindergarden.

Once the biggest bowl of popcorn was made, it was all a matter of strategy to see how much popcorn one's little hands can gather before the bowl is empty

trying to pretend we weren't picking out the ones

smothered in melted butter...

that is, Karen noticed and yelled at you.

After all the popcorn scavenging , I fell asleep. But this was a light sleep. Which meant, I heard my mom and dad debating after the show finished, if they should wake me and tell me to go to bed with my sisters.

But my dad decided to just pick me up, walk me up the two tri-levels, place me in my bed, and gently tuck me in.

While I, pretended to be dead asleep the entire time.

I just wanted to see what would happen, and I got a free ride to bed out of it!

Kind of makes me wish I was still small enough to be carried like that. I have this firm theory that I actually weigh more than I look, so whenever I am carried for whatever reason, I always try to help the person out by holding some of my own weight with my arms. (Because dead weight is something else)

Plus, as much fun fake sleeping may be, I doubt I can pull that trick off again.

But this is also the great thing about being a dad. Dad's get the joy and pleasure of putting up with their fake-sleeping daughters, and make popcorn-popping look like the best thing in the world. They get to be as ridiculous as they want, because children know that if all-else fails, mom will be their voice of reason when dad takes the teasing too far.

Ok. Now that I had a full rambling session about being carried and fake sleeping, combined with all the hidden joys of popcorn making and the greatness of being a dad...

I believe I am ready to crawl out of bed now.

As if I've finally packed away my "then" and arrived in my "now"

I can not decide if I like Whip-cream or not.

I always eat it, whenever it is presented to me, but afterwards can not figure out if I regret it, or just mildly enjoyed it...

I mean... if I think about it... what could possibly be detestable in whip cream?

It may be too whippy for me... I dislike whip cream frosting... or anything with super fluffy texture.

Ok, so I formally conclude I do not like whip cream.

Unless its chocolate moose.

But that is only because it's heavier than whip cream.

So now I just have to find someone who will eat my whip cream from my coffee drinks, and my life will be temporarily complete.

It is raining outside, and I am content with that. I even cleaned my room, so I do not despise being in it right now. Generally I am a suck-it-up-and-smile kind of a girl, but if anyone wanted to know what's really going on inside: just asses bedroom. It will explain a lot.

I have been thinking a lot about temptation, and false confidence lately. When I was younger, I knew temptation was a real issue, but I under-estimated it's power and disguises, as well as the lies that come with it. Life got messy.

My situations and circumstances have changed dramatically, by the grace of God. I have talked about my past with a review mirror attitude, as if I've finally packed away my "then" and arrived in my "now".

In many aspects, this is very true. But I have been warned recently, to not fool myself into thinking I am above and beyond my temptations.

They may not come in the same packages, but temptations are still there. Everywhere. And I can not become over-confident and start believing "I go this"... because I really don't.

On another note, I discovered a new word!

Pretense: An attempt to make something that is not the case appear true. A false display of feelings, attitudes, or intentions.

I am just waiting for a chance to use it effectively, and when I do, I will be inwardly very excited.

(I may or may NOT have an obsession with cool words. I'm rather tempted to try to write a post using some of my current favorite words..... this may be brilliant or embarrassing for I am known to MISS USE the english language.

However, I believe I have officially over used the word "angst" and "connive", because they have lost their momentary charm.

I'll find new ones.

Do not worry)

Nightly Escapades with Unprepared Souls

So I am a nerd. I printed out my school schedule already, and basically mapped out my up coming year. I think I am going to spoil myself and have Fridays off.... that sounds lovely. (This may be a conniving plan so that I may frolic around with a favorite of mine.)

Which reminds me... College of Education Packet... I really need to pick that monster up. blagh.

My family and I have this up and coming road trip to good ol' Oklahoma tomorrow morning! My mom says we are leaving 3:00 in the morning, and when I told her I was planning on just staying up until 3:00 she looked at me like I was crazy. My logic is sound.

a) I still have to pack.

b) I have to pack after work, so this might... take a minute.

c) I don't have to drive first

d) I'll be tired, so I'll sleep for sure in the car!

So basically, I will have two hours in which I will need to find things to do to entertain myself until I leave. I'm rather creative in this department, and chances are I'll just end up eating random food. Maybe some yoga? Feed the cats... share my nightly escapades with unprepared souls...

I am also convinced that a road trip is a legit excuse to go visit the book store.

This is exciting news for me.

My friend once gave me a gift card to Barnes and Noble

and I was so geeked out,

it kind of scared her.

True story