Another Outlet for My Reality Obsessed Self

I read so many "good" blogs. Well written, clever, funny, intelligent and well thought out. As you have noticed, i am too lazy to do this kind of blogging. here, you get what you get, usually little random tidbits of nothingness with little intellectual merit, and rarely with any humor. It's my life, as Gwen belts it out.

With that disclaimer made, let me move on to shallow as shallow gets. lol. So the reason for my post today, is that Deborah Cox has been de-throned as the play it 921 times in a row artist. I have moved on. Natasha Bedingfield is my new girl. She is my new "dance on the speakers at a NYC club" as they mix, edit, and funk up her "radio version" song. Anyone want to meet me at Studio 54? oh wait, didnt they turn that into a theatre for a broadway show? well, we will find someplace (remember we are going to the place with leonardo dicaprio drinking grey goose vodka?- hey , he has been known to frequent cheesy disco-y somewhat exclusive NYC joints). Moving onto something serious.

I love this song Unwritten, because it really kind of convicted me about my life.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten




Like, what am i doing with myself.? i asked a teacher friend to look for a job for me. i told her next year i wanted to work admin in the school my kids will both be attending. wtf? does anyone know me? this is not something that will make me any kind of happy. This piddly taking one class at a time BS to finish nursing school is going into serious mode next year. in my own defense ( i am talking to myself) i didnt want to go FT while jules was in preschool. i want to be a stay at home mom, especially these first years. i am so blessed to have been able to financially be able to do this. Now i am ready though. I am ready to have an adult life. i am done with babies, diapers,all that crap. i love my kids so much- they are at a perfect age though. my favorite so far- independent. i am a better mother for them now than when they were wee little helpless infants. however, i am ready to be in the world ( as i bitch and moan, i only want to work 2-3 days a week at the most!!LOL i still dont want to miss a minute of soccer, dance, choir, all that fun stuff) I am SO rambling, and the margaritas are yet to come tonight. Yum blue pacifics too. oh, where was i? oh yeah rambling.
This song changes me everytime i hear it. It makes me realize that i will be valuable to society as i venture into finishing school/and then work. It will fulfill that teeny tiny gap i have had (that attending classes tried to fill, but only did so slightly).

2 months till summer semester. 5 till fall . 13 yrs till i finish. HA HA. .

So screw well written, clever, funny, intelligent and well thought out.

please do NOT leave me comments about giving myself a break, dont worry so much, dont stress... blah blah. i know .

SOO TONIGHT you wanna come over and listen to unwritten over and over and over? i will have blue pacifics and nachos :) come on, tempting isnt it??