In ten years...


Here are the things that I won't be in ten years...

1. Over weight
2. Wearing sweatpants or stirrup pants on a daily bases.. fuck if ever
3. Dating/Married to a Republican
4. Dog-less
5. Living in Maine or some place with really cold weather

Here are things I will be in ten years...

Happy. Whatever that entails.

Mark this day on the calendar my work e-mail is down to one page. FUCK YEAH. If I have it cleaned out by the end of the week I deserve a night o' fun!

This month is filled with nothing but good. Good shows on the rise. Things are moving, changing, growing.. into this little happy pie. It's time to let go.. let go of the past.. and all the bad things.. time to be happy.. really happy. I feel good things coming.. maybe it's in the form of a new President?? Wouldn't that be the cherry on my sundae.. I'm just so happy this morning. Maybe it's the fact I'm going to go to La Tolteca. Then update my food blog!

Well they say bad things have to happen for good to happen. With the bad things that have happened lately, I'm in need of good. Last Wednesday at Midnight while I was having drinking and having fun, my Granddaddy passed away. I feel so guilty. Guilty that I was having fun while he was dying. I didn't say good bye. I didn't call. I was to busy... I feel like an asshole. I'm worried about my mom. I've never had someone die like this. I mean earlier my Great Grandpa died but, I wasn't as close to my Dad (his Grandson) or my Great Grandpa. Every time I smell maple donuts I think of my Granddaddy. Death is a hard thing to deal with. I wish not to dwell on the death or potential death.. I stress myself out enough and so do most. We should celebrate life and the ones that we love.