Change is good

Today being the first day that I've clutched my steering wheel with the cuffs of my sweatshirt, I couldn't be more ready for change. Yesterday was a good day. A good Sunday.

Fear can stop you lovin'
Love can stop your fear

An extension on the study of David and Goliath

Now that more than 1 person reads my blog it is a lot harder to be frank. To be honest with myself. Mainly because if I was someone reading this I wouldn't give two toots about that kind of stuff.
Stuff like I've been too selfish lately.
I've not been willing to suffer a tad to reap a bunch.
And I think, partly, my reasoning for thinking on this so much lately is school.

I think Iwill finish it (if this is not news to you, you havn't been around me the last few weeks while I've changed my mind 10,000,000 times)
I think it might be one of those things that I should do, not because I want to, but because I don't want to. Because I am not looking forward to it and it doesn't need to be done but I think it is healthy to do things you don't really want to do once in a while. I think it makes it more valuable.

So there is my psycho babble for the day.

I am taking care of Massey today. He's about 2' tall. Blonde, 0bb0 41nn40n4n0 104LIK#Z$#$4

and likes tapping keys.

And SO easy to take care of. He eats what you put in front of him. He plays when you sit him in front of toys. He sleeps when you put him in his bed. (and plays with the garbage can when Auntie Ayla is on the computer). Oh and apparently he likes playing with fax machines. Oh, and Tika's dog openner. She has a button like a handicap door to get out. Which is expected for a household with an automatic door business. . .

So I think today we may go to the mall and walk around for a bit. He's not quite as lazily content today as he was on Friday.

And now that I have blogged about nothing I intended to blog about.

Yes, change is good.

He's hanging off the rod that turns the blinds now...