It seems that I am always lacking time.

I manage my time fairly well, but I'd love to have more time to do some of my personal favorites, like write, create, relax...

I run the house like Hitler ran his people...fist of fury...chop chop!! time's a wastin'...

But alas, Insert Sigh here...I'd like to have more time to run the house more like Maria in the Sound of Music...running through the hills, making clothes out of curtains...rowing a boat....

What would I do with more time?

• I'd finally finish the table I started on a year ago...it's a beautiful collage top, but I haven't had the time to finish it up...
• I'd get to writing for my album...
• I'd go downstairs and clean that spare room. I fear of what may attack me one night with all the obscure junk in there.
• I'd hit the beach. I am white. Very white.
  
• I'd take a photography course...
• I'd finally paint the bathroom
• I'd do the famous children's collage I've been promising everyone for the past year
• I'd sleep...but with yesterday's episode, I'm rethinking this item

I went home early yesterday. I was tired and my head hurt and I needed some much needed rest after not sleeping on Sunday night due to a nightmare I had that involved Vietnam's death.

As much as I dislike the poor fellow at times, I don't want him to die anymore.

I came home and decided to have a much needed nap.

After said nap, I picked up Miss C and did my night routine: homework, dinner, baths...

The problem came went it was time to sleep.

I could not sleep.
I kept wrestling in the bed.
I don't know if it was the fact that I had taken a nap or the fact that I has just finished watching The Science of Sleep.

I kept having weird dreams...I kept wrestling in the bed...kept looking at the clock...
10:30pm...1:25am...3:13am...4:00am....

My mind would not stop...songs to write came in my head...ideas to create...projects....

I stripped myself of my pants in the hope that I could fall asleep.
Miss C was having a similar night as well.
I kept pushing her little butt off me, she kept grabbing my hair, my hand...

by the time the alarm went off at 6am, instead of being exhausted, I was actually very awake, thrilled, alert.

I don't know if it had to do with the fact that I didn't sleep at all.
But I'm here...
alert and might I say "chipper".

all is good.

19 more days till Spring Training....

Last year at Yankee Stadium....

First Season Game: March 31st....

I'm going to New York this year...to watch a game in the House that Ruth Built...before they move to their new stadium...

I don't know how...but donations gladly welcomed....

Ahhh...::sniff:: the smell of the fresh turf....

I've been in sort of a fashion slump dump these past few weeks.


Fashion slump as in wrinkled outfits, mismatched wardrobes, repeat jeans mode.

Today I about had enough.

My shoes were paying the price of my laziness.

I got fancied up today. Nice skirt, nice blouse and wonderful shoes!

Someone actually honked their horn at me today. I'd like to think it was that I looked nice and not that I parked in the middle of the lane to drop the Kid off at a school.

A girl can dream now can she...
Now if only I can look fabulous tonight without giving the impression that I was trying extra hard to look great on purpose because I'll be seeing some people (The Friend) who make me extra uncomfortable and always happens to look fashionably chick.

I got a msn message from Empress the other days....

Something was found in her breast.

Something not good.
She needed studies. Doctors worried. Empress worried.

I couldn't help but choke back the tears as I read what I read sitting at my desk.

Empress' mom died of breast cancer. My second mom.

I sat in my car that afternoon and cried.
Prayed.

She was due for testing on Saturday.
Results in on Tuesday.

The wait was eternal and horrible.


Tests came back positive.

My best friend is all right.

Praise God.

**Note: positive as in "all is well" nothing bad came up on the results**