a little bit of everything...

Whenever I pay cash (which basically only happens when I buy a McDonald's Coke in the summer) I always take a look at the coins and wonder what their story is. I took this picture before buying my Coke last week that fueled the repainting of my bathroom. There's one here that's a 1977 penny.  That's older than me.  Where has that penny been?  What has Abe seen? Every now and then I will get a wheat penny (COOL!) or a Canadian penny (What?) but the ones that always fascinate me the most are the ones that either look really old and worn but are only a few years old (what happened to those pennies to make them age so quickly?) or the ones that look fairly new but are several years old (where have these pennies been hiding so they haven't lost their shine?)
I guess those little copper pictures of Abe are kind of like us... You see people that look well older than they are, then there are those lucky ones (like me of course ) who look way younger than they really are (…

Half empty or half full? Why can't I just say the water takes up half the glass? Or technically it's totally full, the top half is just filled with air.  Or maybe the glass is just twice as big as it needs to be.

Sometimes I am accused of being a pessimist.  I will fully admit that there have been many, many times in my life when I was pessimistic about everything. But those times were a long time ago, and I am a much happier, more confident person than I was then. There were also times a long, long time ago that I was an eternal optimist, being confident and sure that everything in life would work out the way I had always dreamed. But now, now I feel I am a realist.  When I have a crappy day, I will tell you I had a crappy day.  I don't spend time trying to find the one thing that made my day amazing... maybe that day didn't have one thing.  On the flip side, when I have an awesome day, I don't focus on the one bad thing that happened, I focus on the awesome stuff…

Those of you that know me well know that I grew up in Grayson, Kentucky, and that my parents still live in the house they built when my mom was pregnant with me. The only moving I did when I was younger was from room to room (to room to room!) in this house. All of my Christmases, nearly every Thanksgiving and Easter, and even most of my ordinary days have happened within those walls.There are memories in every room, fading high pinball scores on the cement walls in the basement, hidden messages written on closet walls, and somewhere a diamond and sapphire ring Mom let me borrow once (I SWEAR I just shook my hand and it flew off.  Where is that damn thing?!?!)
So maybe two decades of life and memories are why, after not living there for eleven years, when I dream about "home" this is the house that appears.  It's really bizarre.  It's not like I don't dream about other places either.  This winter I got snowed in at the Frat House one night, and that night I dre…

I always like to Google a picture of the letter I am writing about, but for U, I really should've just called my mom and had her take a picture and send it to me. My parents house is full of U's. Everytime I see a U somewhere I buy it for them. The reason behind is super cheesy ("I love U" "We couldn't be an US without U") but that's just how they are! Anyway, here goes my U entry...

University of Kentucky-I know you are all shocked that UK makes me happy, right? I had some great times at the actual university, and their football and basketball teams are pretty fun to watch too.

Uniforms-As in guys in uniforms. Baseball, football, police, fireman, military. The type of uniform doesn't really matter, it just makes me happy to look at guys in uniforms. C'mon, I'm a single girl, can't fault me for liking to look!