This morning I woke up with Full House on autoplay and a spur of inspiration/weird longing to create something. I did the regular - breakfast/wash up/reflection time.. like any other day. I'm actually not a big fan of eating breakfast and usually skip it (baaad) but lately I've been trying to make it a habit to eat oatmeal every morning with some sort of fruit. After all, I did read an article on an elderly lady, I think she was 100 years old.. Her advice for a healthy, happy and long life was to "eat oatmeal and stay away from men". I couldn't help but laugh.

I sit up on the little ledge by my bed quite often and I stare off looking at the view of trees smoldered in fog. I've been doing this since I was about six or seven years old, and I can't believe I still fit in the comfy little nook. Each morning, I like to sit up here and watch the sun come up/pray/read a book. I find it the most therapeutic to allow a certain frame of time in my busy day to stop and think; most days I write it all down.

On the way to the store, I jammed out to a couple of my old Backstreet Boys cds. I love how people consider the Backstreet Boys a guilty pleasure when in reality - it's just plain pleasure. My first crush was on Nick at age four. I freakin' love Nick Carter, still. What came up in my mind while driving was... Why can't falling in love be just like a Backstreet Boys song? Alright - that has nothing to do with getting crafty with it, but it's something to think about. Another thing I thought about on the road was.. aren't hearses just limos for the deceased? Okay, I'm going to shut up before I say something even worse, and even more stupid. How's that for a personal blog? You actually get a look into my head.

Back to what we were talking about...











Catch you all real, real soon.
Get creative today.

-lj