Hard Habit To Break

I don't know if anyone has noticed that all my posts as of late have a theme. Well, a couple of themes, but, the one to which I am referring is that all the titles are from songs. I would like to institute a contest. Whomever can comment first with the title and artist of the song lyric, gets a candy bar. Doesn't that sound like fun?
So.... the other theme in my posts. Bitterness. Sorry about that. There will be no more bitterness from me. I discovered that I have no reason to complain! Life is good, and I am happy again.
These are my feelings today. Thanks for tuning in!

The River Of Dreams

So, I wear earplugs in my sleep. It is a habit that I picked up when I was younger cause my dad is a heavy snorer, and my room was right next to his room. A couple months ago, I had a dream that I was eating marshmallows and I woke up to find my earplug being chewed on by me..... Sometimes, my earplugs fall out in my sleep, and I look for them when I awake. More often than not, I cannot find them. I hope that is because they fall under the bed and that I am not swallowing them. That would be super-de-duper gross.
I have a metaphor here for all you girls. I have been sleeping at a friend's house the last couple nights and last night, some of my guy friends came over. After they left, I went into the bathroom to find the seat up, and the toilet unflushed. I made my sister the CNA come in and flush it, cause she is used to that kinda thing. This lovely experience got me thinking. I think that we can relate this lack of flushing to inability to see the obvious. How often do we look into life's "toilet bowls" only to find that there is still "residue" from their last use? And even though it may be hard, and kinda gross, we (or our sisters....) have to flush it out of their systems. Mostly this problem is from apparent stupidity. Why can't men see what is staring them right in the face? Like something as obvious as flushing the toilet! Come on! This should be a habit by now, but no! Let's just hope that the hands get washed.

All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong?

I made a breakthrough about ten minutes ago. I realized that it isn't my responsibility to make everyone happy. Not everyone always has to like me. There will be times that people will get upset, mad, and/or hurt. I cannot always prevent this. I cannot provide for every single person's needs. I try really hard to be the "mom" to all my friends. I don't know why. It only gets me into trouble when things don't pan out how they are supposed to. So, I resign. I love all my friends dearly, but I cannot keep this up. It takes far too much energy. I am going to be working full time and going to school starting next week. And as much as I love and enjoy my job, it is taxing enough on my emotions and strength to really have much energy for anything else. Consider this my official notice of resignation. I am sure that hanging out will still happen. Maybe even more! I think part of this might be the resurgence of Elder Oaks talk a couple months ago. I hadn't thought of it for a while, and it seemed to have been brought up extensively yesterday in church. And, also, I have become somewhat of a social-phobe. Big groups wear me out, and are really starting to scare me. This is all very weird to me, but I am trying to work through it. However, I am really starting to like the one on one thing with my friends. It is so much easier to handle.
So, there you have it. I just need a breather for a bit. Thanks for all that you do for me! I really do appreciate all my friends. You guys have to put up with sooooo much from me, but I really do need this break. Just be patient. Bat Paige will return some day.

I Was Sittin, Waitin, Wishin.....

Do you ever sometimes think that all you do is wait around for something to happen, and it never does? Lately I have been in a constant state of limbo. No, not the fun game that is played with a stick. More like, as Webster defines it: a : a place or state of restraint or confinement b : a place or state of neglect or oblivion c : an intermediate or transitional place or state d : a state of uncertainty. This feeling hasn't really been caused by one thing in particular, just a combination of everything. I don't feel sad or depressed, just restless. I am not sure if that really makes any sense. One thing that will help is starting school in two weeks. I have not gone since I got my Associates two semesters ago, and I cannot wait to go again. I hope that'll cure some of my boredom, but I am not sure if it will go away completely. I just keep thinking that I need something to happen that I have never had happen before. Just something different. Something big. And I am not quite sure what that might be, but I am willing to wait a little longer:).

While I have your attention, I have another random question. If your house was on fire, and you could save one thing (aside from the obvious: family, friends, pets....) what would it be?

p.s. My surgical procedure last week went well. They didn't find anything serious, which means I have some breathing room for now until they decide which test to do next:)

p.s.s. I found a new singer that I really like. Check him out at http://www.danielpowter.com. Watch the music video of Bad Day. It'll make your day better:)!

You Spin Me Right Round Baby

Nausea hit me. Big time. I went to Lagoon yesterday and I think I rode a few too many spinny rides. I have never gotten motion sicknessy before, but I sure did yesterday. I couldn't even go on the Music Express. It was heartbreak of all heartbreaks. No Jet Star, no Tilt-A-Whirl, no Space Scrambler, no Swings. I did, however, venture onto the Samurai, Bat, Colossus, Screamer, Wild Mouse, White Roller Coaster, and Rattle Snake Rapids. I probably didn't pick the right rides. Oh well. What I did after Lagoon made up for all the tummy ache. My friend and I went to Bountiful to the set of EXTREME MAKEOVER: HOME EDITION!!!!! This is one of my favorite shows on television. I cry every time that I watch it. It was really cool to see the set. The house is freakin' huge! It was like eleven o'clock at night, but there were still a ton of people there. And... Paul and Michael waved from the upstairs window. Sadly, Ty wasn't there. He wasn't coming back to the set til today. I am thinking about driving back up there.... He is a severe hottie.
Well, tomorrow is my big medical test. I can't eat any solid foods or red dye today. That means a lovely meal of chicken broth and green jello for breakfast, lunch, and dinner:). Oh, and colorless drinks. But, tonight, I am going to the Howie Day concert, so that should take my mind off the huge amounts of sodium that is in broth.

Paved Paradise and Put Up a Parking Lot

Wow. That is a tongue twister. There is a lot of alliteration in that phrase:). I don't really have a whole lot to say, I just figured that it might be time to update this blog. I do, however, have a question to ask. If you had to be stuck on a desert island, and you could only have one choice of food to live on, what would it be?