gratzi

it's that time of the night. tea has been consumed, a few chapters read, teeth frantically flossed, sports bra sported and i start to write a blog. writing a blog is usually what happens when there is nothing else to do.

of course, there is plenty to do. get a job, loose 15 pounds, check the oil in my car and get galavants converted to dvd. but of course, i can do all of that tomorrow.

i wouldn't say i am a procrastinator. well, i might...but i won't right now, for the sake of my point...being that didn't jesus say not to worry about tomorrow/jobs/15lbs/oil/galavants?

jk jk jk jk jk jk jk.

when i want to do something, i do it hard.

when i wanted to get a role of alice wendlekin in the attic children's theatre production of "the best christmas pageant ever" did i craft a very detailed theatrical resume (including my ability to speak in accents, play the saxophone and turn flips), memorize the script and dressed the role for my audition? nailed it. got the part. BAM.

when i wanted to get a cat named tootsie from homestead meadows farm did i made sure chuck and ann knew why with aflip chart presentation why getting a cat would teach me responsibility? done. did i ever clean that littler box? no. BAM! (was tootsie a boy? yes.)

when i wanted to go to open floor at gym kids on friday night did i tell my dad i would clean the entire downstairs before he would take me, but cry because i was overwhelmed which made my sister take pity on me and clean it for me?   BAM. BAM. BAM.

WARNING: what baby wants, baby will get. mostly with the help of others...but rome wasn't built by one person. that's the saying, right?

i've been to rome. it smelled pretty weird. but there was gelato. lord have mercy, there was gelato.