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I should make lists more often. I've felt so accomplished today because I've been able to cross things off my list. Normally, I like to wing life. Do things as they come to me, or put them off as they come to me. However, when something really important is happening and I feel myself slipping into that deep stress quicksand, I start jotting things down quickly. I'm on the verge of sinking into the quicksand, so I'm making lists as if my life depended upon it. With my Italy trip just 5 days away, I can't bear to have one thing overlooked, especially since I'm responsible for 100 kids left here at home. I've got to cross every "t" and dot every "i", and that requires a list. Technically, lots of lists! I've got them everywhere! One was sitting by my computer, but thankfully I've crossed everything off that one. There is another one on the dining room table by my purse. I've x'ed off several things, but there are a few more l

I hope all of my readers have not lost interest in me. I hate to check someone's blog periodically and not see any updates. I've been doing that with GodDivas , but thankfully both Wendy and Jody have both posted, so my life is complete again. Blogs have become an intricate part of my life; although lately I haven't been able to keep as updated as I would like. Even though I don't personally know these people, reading up on Chantell or Shana's life makes me feel better inside. I hope that people glean something from my rants, and that my blog-neglect has not disappointed them too badly. Whether others are as blog-deprived as I am, I've got to do better. If not for you, then for me. Blogging is very therapeutic, and without it, I've been a mess! ************* I have exactly a week until I'm in beautiful Italy! I have nothing packed, but I have made a list of everything I need to take with me. It's still surreal to think that I'm going to be spen

Has someone you know, a friend, made a joke about you. Even though they were just kidding and it was all in good fun, somehow you know what they were joking about really is true?? It's kind of a harsh reality. All of sudden the joking isn't so funny anymore. It begins to hurt your feelings. You're not mad at your friend, but mad at yourself for being what they are jokingly calling you. I'm 23. I've been out of college for a year. I've got a great job with decent pay. I've had some time to adjust to everything, right? I should be getting my act together, packing my bags, and moving on to the next phase of my life. Instead of sleeping in the same room I have since I was 16, I should be furnishing my home. Instead of eating the leftovers mom cooked last night, I should be scanning the grocery store aisles for my personal favorites. I should be using up all the hot water in my own house instead of a bathroom shared with my brother and family. I guess