Trolling

1.  Carolyn is currently trolling for snacks.  She's just started eating Cheerios and those little baby puff snacks.  She's barely able to get them in her mouth on her own, so instead, she drops them on the floor and then comes back for them later.  She just crawls back to them, drops down to her stomach and eats them like a pig eating slop.

2.  She is also dropping down to look under the couch.  She lies flat on her stomach and reaches her chubby little hands under there, pulling out stuff we haven't seen in four years.

3.  There are still happy people out there, right?  For the past month or so it seems like 75% of the people I meet hate their lives.  I mean, I understand having a down day every-now-and-then, but why are people so miserable??

4.  And speaking of having a down day, I'm in deep depression today over the BYU loss last night.  Mostly because watching Jimmer was a joy.  And also because I showed apparently false faith and advanced BYU to the Elite Eight in my bracket, which now is completely jacked.  Thanks for nothing, Duke, Pitt, and stupid Notre Dame.

5.  Everyone has those things they're embarrassed to admit, right?  Here's mine:  I absolutely love this song.  I'm not one for Christian pop music in general, but the story behind this one hits close to home.  I now have it on my iPod.  I might sing it like Whitney Houston on my morning walk.  It looks like this: 

If I was in a field of sunflowers, I would spin around like Maria VonTrapp.  I think I love the song so much because, morbid as it sounds, I think about death a lot.  Not like when or how I'll die.  And not that I'm even close to wanting to die or anything.  But, I do think about all of the joyous reunions that will be had when I get to heaven (because that's totally where I'm going, despite what some might think).  I think about what I'll be able to do when my spirit is released from my body (which is why I dig this song).  And naturally, I think about what it will be like when I meet my Savior.  I hope, as the first song says, I'll dance for him.  Or maybe with him.  And I hope I get to hug him and tell him how grateful I am for all I was given.

6.  Another song that gets me every time I hear it is this one.  Because even though Husband will make fun of me for being so sentimental, this is how I feel about him.  This is my favorite version, a video put together by a man for his wife's birthday.  He's currently fighting cancer.  Oh, and just one more - a  different song, but one that I love.  And that concludes my mooshiness for today.

7.  All those who know me know I'm obsessed with two things - becoming Oprah's best friend (move over, Gail) and working for Ellen.  I'm going to start a nationwide campaign to become Ellen's next assistant.  I swear, I'll pretty much do anything.  Except be naked on TV.

8.  I gave the hot stone massage yesterday.  Let me tell you that never has a massage been given so clumsily.  I honestly couldn't figure it out in my head how to do it.  The stones were too hot, they were too cold, they wouldn't stay where I wanted them to stay, it was too dark in the room to see which size of stone I needed, and I think I burned my hand approximately 43 times trying to get the stones out of the warmer.  Oh, and I kept forgetting to wipe the water off the stones before putting them on the client, so half the time, I just had a big, fat lotion/water mess all over.  Luckily, I found a hot stone class that's only two weeks away, so at least I'll be getting some real training.

9.  The decision has been made.  Husband accepted a job today that will keep us in Beaumont.  More on that later.

10.  There's an estate sale going on down the street.  The street is packed full of cars, 50% of which have those little jazzy chair platforms bolted on the back.  Why do old people think they need other old people's junk?  Of course, I should run over there and see if there's a nice credenza for my new hot stone warmer...