Randomness

Randomness. Why? Because I can. Here goes...

I love sunlight, and I love windows. When (or better if) I have my own house, I want windows in every room. Now, I will regret this decision every night when the sunlight fades to darkness and when my imagination runs wild with creepy/freaky things that could be peering in those windows at me. Perfect example: Aunt Patsy's house. The living and dining rooms are separated from the great outdoors by huge windows... so pretty during the day. But once night fell, I did not want to be in those rooms by myself. I would sprint from the stairs, through the kitchen, through the den, and into my mom's room to say goodnight. And then, repeat the process to get back to our room. During a thunderstorm, ugh. It was like I was a guest star in a horror movie. So windows... good and bad.

I just opened the window in the kitchen, and the fall air is pouring inside. It smells wonderful!

"Flowers!" ... yeah, I'm not really one of those girls, but I do like flowers. Do not get me wrong. I like the not-typical ones though: irises, hibiscus, Easter lillies, black-eyed susans. Oh! And the little, bitty purple flowers that bloom at the first of spring... so many early childhood memories attached to those little things.

Crisp, clean, smell-good, fresh out of the dryer clothes. One of the best things. I would wash clothes everyday if I could... but I can't. (stinken economical mindset)

Coffee is the one of the main reasons that I get up in the morning these days. Weird. I remember the first time my dad gave me coffee to drink. Let's just say that it didn't settle that well with my body, and I vowed never to drink that nasty stuff again. Like 15 years later, it's one of my favorites.

I love adventure... from movies to real life. I like being daring, love heights, roller coasters, cross-country trips, being different, and the like. I used to like that stuff and then let my fears totally suppress those feelings. Now, I'm realizing that fear is the enemy, the catalyst for a boring, full-of-regret life. I am realizing that if I step out, ignoring all of those little voices inside of my head yelling "What if?!", and trust God, life can really be adventurous.

Playing devil's advocate, I hate change. Hate it. (But who doesn't?) So living an adventurous life means that my cup will overrunneth with change... eww. But then again, such is life. Suck it up, and move on.

It was nearly cold this morning! I am not a fan of the cold... but I have found myself being okay with it. I just hate to give up my shorts, my flipflops, my comfort. But when it comes to cold: Christmas MUST be cold. Thanksgiving must be cold enough for a long-sleeve shirt and a jacket/coat. Hot chocolate is nice during the cold. A warm bed and refusing to get out from under the covers on a cold morning... I like and despise. Scarves, hats, the forecast of snow, frozen windshields, burning of freezing hands after entering a warm room, the sound and smell of fire... I can handle it, I guess.

Drinks, I love thee. The ones that are near and dear to my heart (... sad thought that I adore sugar-filled liquids. Oh well...): Vanilla Coke, Vanilla Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper, Strawberry Sunkist. Vanilla Coke reminds me of summer and California (thanks Uncle Scott for buying those while we were at your place!). Vanilla Dr. Pepper reminds me of quick trips to Sonic just before Chemistry lab at MCC, little escapes from reality, and the smooth taste of awesomeness. Mmm.

Since I'm on the topic of food (no comment), cookies are my worst enemy... especially oreos. Two summers ago, I made the mistake of buying a package of oreos. Um, I downed two rows of them. Can I admit that I am embarrassed but yet proud of that accomplishment. But never again will that happen!

Laughter, hugs, smiles, stupid jokes, dark clouds and gusts of winds, pictures... these are a few of my favorite things.

Pride and Prejudice. My mom and I could honestly watch this movie every single night. Jan, on the other hand, gets quite annoyed with us.

I can't whistle. I can't swim without holding my nose. I just learned how to swallow pills within the past 2 years or so. I worked and laboured on blowing a bubble with bubble gum after being mortified that I was the only one in my class that could not (thanks to a bubble-blowing contest in 5th grade). I love to do cartwheels... but I must have worked on those things for weeks outside in the grass to the east of my house. I finally perfected it! I did the same thing with toe-touches, the splits, and this gymnastic move where you basically thrust your body around and over a high bar. (I really don't like to be defeated by myself.)

Jan and I used to have THE best times hanging out at the church during my mom's choir/cantata practice. We would sit on the staircase and laugh and laugh over the most stupid things. And if someone bursted out in a wrong note, it took every bit of strength to hold in laughter. We would go upstairs and draw on the dry-erase boards, study, do homework, scavenge for suckers. Ahh, those days.

I do believe that Jessica's early mission in life was to kill me. From knocking me in the head "trying to see how cool a push lawn-mower's blades looked when you turn them," resulting in profusely blood running down my down, screaming and crying on my part, terrified parents, and a tetanus shot... to trying "to move me across the room on top of Jessica's head on top of 2 couch cushions, resulting in me tipping to far one way, flying off of those cushions and plunging my forehead (JUST... let me stress just, above my eye) into the corner of the piano, more screaming/crying, terrified mother, grandmother flying down the highway to the ER, stitches. Yeah, Jessica just wanted me to go away. Haha!

So many good memories. Gosh, I love my family. I miss my dogs, Buster but more especially Katie. Katie used to run down the hall in the morning to wake Jan and I up by shoving her wet nose in our faces and whining until we got up. I miss the evil cat that we rescued from the dumpster, Max. Max and I didn't jive well. His contentment came from the feeling of ripping my flesh and my blood exiting my body. My contentment... putting our panties on him (haha), teaching him how to swim in the pond, chasing him to the woods with a broom. Yeah, it was basically a love/hate relationship. Oh, and Scotty Roo... the over-sized Scottish Terrier. He was so friendly, loving, wagged his little tail all the time. Once he was so excited that we were all outside that he ran smack into the trampoline pole. He was so embarrassed. He hung his head and walked off the other way... poor Scotty.

Aunt Susan's robot dance while camping at Lake Casitas near Ojai, California. Dodgers games. Almost killing myself roller skating down this giant hill at OVBC, and then coaxing Jan to go down a smaller hill on skates and listening to her freak out all the way down. Haha. Hummy's story of how he knew Grandmommie was "the one." Grandma's untold stories of the JETs childhood. Decorating for Christmas. Dancing around the living room to loud music. Michael Jordan (Jessica) and that freak basketball player... his name escapes me... (me) playing ba-sket-ball at the house. Four wheeler rides up the road and to the shoot house with my dad. Insane laughter with my mom over the most random stuff. Family is a wonderful thing.

I think that's good for now. Boring session: Over.