So much stuff...

Just a quick break from the multitude of trips I am making from one storage space (in my old town) to my new, much closer, space. Originally, I thought I would be doing this with a decent sized SUV. Two trips--maybe just one?--and done. Instead, I am forced to load my poor li'l bug to capacity and make the trek back and forth. The plus in all this? A local radio station is playing nothing but music from the '80s which makes loading up the car and the subsequent drive much more enjoyable. :)

I know! I know! Some of you will say that if it doesn't fit in my apartment, I should toss it. I would love to, but I simply cannot. My storage space is filled almost entirely with books and a few miscellaneous item that carry entirely too much sentimental value. I don't have room enough in the mini-pad to display them so they are much safer in storage...for now. Not to mention that J's plethora of instruments are not going to fit in our apartment so they must make do by hanging out with my books.

Times like these I really miss my old house. I spent all those years filling the shelves of the spare bedroom with books. Only to banish them to a small (at least the smallest space offered), but temperature controlled room. My poor books. But I have faith that, in the next year or two, we will be settled in a house of our own and my "book room" will once again flourish. :)

Alrighty. Off I go (again). Perhaps a quick stop by the OP mall to snap up a bathing suit. The pool is open and the temps are soaring. I think an early evening swim might be just the thing to round out this very busy (and rather hot) day. <3

Til Kingdom Come

A mere 16 days until J. moves back. S.i.x.t.e.e.n. days?!? I can hardly believe it. My mood is both giddy and reflective as I think about all that life has in store for us and the road that led us here.

I don't bust out a whole lot of Coldplay, but this song seems to insistently turn up on both the radio and my ipod. Evidently, it really wants to be heard. And, since it speaks to my very core as of late, I see no reason not to share with you. After all, you have all been along on this journey in some way over the last four years. (And for that, I thank you) <3



Steal my heart and hold my tongue.
I feel my time, my time has come.
Let me in, unlock the door.
I've never felt this way before.

The wheels just keep on turning,
The drummer begins to drum,
I don't know which way I'm going,
I don't know which way I've come.

Hold my head inside your hands,
I need someone who understands.
I need someone, someone who hears,
For you, I've waited all these years.

For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you'll come, and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.

In your tears and in your blood,
In your fire and in your flood,
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing,
"I wouldn't change a single thing."

The wheels just keep on turning,
The drummers begin to drum,
I don't know which way I'm going,
I don't know what I've become.

For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come,
Until my days, my days are done.
Say you'll come and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.

Roller girl

I LOVE to roller skate. Love love love it! When I am stressed or aggravated and want to go from cranky to child-like in a matter of mere seconds, I lace up my white skates (with hot pink and green wheels, tyvm) and skate. It's an immediate mood changer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I could buy myself a pair of blades, but....they just don't do it for me. There's something about my old school skated and some knee high striped socks (hello '70s!) that fill me with boundless glee.

<3

Yellow car

Wonder why VW doesn't offer the convertible in my much adored shade of yellow. I'd snap up a 2010 if they did. Last generation of my beloved Beetle before they roll out the "new" model for 2011--it won't even carry the "Beetle" moniker. :(

Thankfully, my sweet yellow car is still running well. But as we race towards 150k miles, I can only hope I get another 150k from yellow car. Thank god for finely honed German engineering--I drive that car as if I have my own, personal autobahn...:)

And, yes, my Beetle's name is, most aptly, Yellow Car. The zilla named her waaaay back in 2003 when she started getting her words back.

The Dangers of Kool-Aid...

Zilla: Kool-aid in the eye is never a laughing matter, momma! Sugar causes blindness!

Me: That's in diabetics, Zils.

Zilla: Well...how do you think the sugar gets there in the first place?

Me: A Kool-aid shot to the eye?

Zilla: I rest my case.