Rules.

Who says?  Who made up these life rules?  Why do we sleep at night?  Why do we eat lunch a noon?  What if I'm not hungry at noon?  What if I want pizza at 7am?  Who made the rules?  Who says that 11pm is a respectable time to go to bed? 

What if my body, mind, and spirit don't wanna follow these rules?  (Hand on hip, foot stomp, chin jutted forward.)

I mean really...if we were all allowed and encouraged to form our own life rules...wouldn't the world be a better place?  Our whole lives revolve around a clock and a calendar that was created how long ago?  By whom?

We are evolving.  So, doesn't it make sense that our lives and our rules should also evolve?

For my entire life, I've been sleepy.  What if...what if...I'm not made to be awake during the morning hours?  What if I'm made to wake up at 10?  Breakfast at 11.  Lunch at 2.  Dinner whenever I'm hungry. 

We all follow this routine.  (Wait...I wrote a poem about routines once...it's one of my favorites.  I'm gonna go find it.)

What if my happy happens when I'm sleeping because I'm really supposed to be awake?

Sticky.

It's 12:26am, and I am still up.  There's my up for the day.  :)

Teenager 1 just arrived, dropped off her stuff, and left again.  Ah, to be young and in love. 

JDRW & Magnum are sprawled across my bed, and it's hot & humid up there.  So, for the sake of my skin not getting stuck to anyone elses, I'm sleeping in the guest bed. 

I have to new clients tomorrow, so I have to get up about 2 hours earlier than I'm used to.  Although, since I nixed the ambien, my mornings have been far less groggy. 

And, now, I will attempt to sleep...nite.

Cookies.

Can I do something for a month?  

For one month I want to eat healthy...be healthy.  For one month.  So, I'm challenging myself. 

I can write for a month.  I can write a poem a day for the month of April.  I've done other stuff...for a month.  I'm sure of it.

So why can't I eat healthy for a month?

Let's make some excuses, shall we?

I'm too busy to eat healthy. 
Preparation of healthy food is hard.
Healthy food is boring.
I like cookies.
There is no healthy food in this house, at all.
When do I have time to exercise?

Ok, so those excuses are weak.  I know.  But it's late and that's all I could come up with. 

I can do this...for one month.  No crap for one month. 

June 2nd is JDRW's final orientation...and on that night I will reward myself with something yummy.  One month from today.

I can do this.

Toast.

I love the weather.  Although, I can't focus.  :) 

Teenager #1 is coming home tonight.  She'll be here for a week, and is pondering returning for good.   She's an awesome person.  JDRW is gonna be 'cited!

I mostly wanted to do this blog to help me focus.

Then, JDRW came into the room and said, "Mom, is it too late for eating?"  I was like "no".  He said, "Good because I would like some toast."

I guess for now I'll focus on toast. 

Heart

I love Sandra Bullock.  She is who I want to be when I grow up.  I read the article and cried.  She is THE most amazing woman. 

Up.

It's warm.  And, it's about time.  And , I VERY briefly got to smell fresh cut grass as we were driving to town yesterday.  It is glorious.

I'm doing this for the month of May.  The theme this month is Up.  Which is perfect considering my other goal for the month is to be happy.

We bought dogwood trees.  :)  Or sapplings.  Or something.  Right now they look like sticks.  But apparently you plant them, and 10 years down the road you have beauty.  (I just searched online for a pic of one, but I just couldn't find any that really caputer the awesomeness of the blooming trees.)  We also bought black walnut tree sapplings for JDRW.  In 20 years he can sell the mature trees for lotsabucks.   He and his trees are going to grow up together.

Ok, there's lots to do today.

Laughter.

I've been up since about 5:30 this morning.  On a Saturday.  What?? 

The best part is...I'm not crabby.  I'm happy.  Go me.

It's opening day of Turkey Hunting Season...Magnum got up, left, 20 minutes later I hear the shot, and he's back with a turkey.  His very first.  :)

Here's where the laughter comes in.

While he's out doing his turkey work, I just browse through blogs.  Most of them I click right through...because most of them start off with pictures of this perfect little family and the narrative is something along the lines of  "our perfect little family:  Spencer, Julie, Olivia, & Micah"...with endless renderings of baby vomit and potty training and their perfect little lives together.  People are so damn fake.  :) 

Anyway...where was I?  Oh yeah, the laughter.  I'm browsing through...and a blog catches my interest...and I read...and about 5 minutes in there's this video.  And the caption says something along the lines of WTF is it?  Someone Kill It. 

Fuck me.  I have been laughing for an hour.  The video is funny and a wee bit disturbing and probably I shouldn't be laughing at such a thing.  But the video, with the girls WTF is it? comments make me laugh so hard I can't breathe. 

And, I won't even repost the video because I shouldn't be laughing at it. 

But dammit....funnnnnyyyyyy.

Now, it's off to get some apple cider donuts and head on over to the farmers market.  It's opening day!!!  Whoot!  I'm cited!