Hey Babay! It's your birthday!

This here is the birthday boy.

Happy birthday, Mr. Ferrell!

I am anxious to get off work today and

head home as fast I can to surprise my Baby

with his gifts and celebrate

until he's plum tuckered out.

I hope he has an awesome day.

love love love

Good vs Evil

Do you ever feel like you are a semi-constant personified version of good vs evil? Lately, I do. I feel that way as I stare at the half eaten cup of pink frosting on my desk while thinking about the pains of my workouts and the water I promised myself I'd drink but haven't. I feel that way each day when I come home from work, burdened with all the things I was supposed to accomplish but got side tracked reading about Egypt's emancipation or Lyndsay Lohan's impending arrest. I feel that way as I step into my complete mess of a closet, again, after telling myself, day after day after day, that tomorrow I will pick this mess up! I feel that way each time I spend too much at a department store the day after I messed up a bill or my bank account. Even as I read a post from a woman who, while she drives me absolutely bonkers with her evident ignorance, tries hard every day to literally live a life that Jesus would be proud of in the best (albeit incredibly self righteous) way she possibly can, I was left feeling as I did at 15 (wanting desperately to live a life of virtue/find a kinship with God,) yet all the while, my mind continued to drift to a place I have been both trying to get to and simultaneaously avoid consistently every day for a while now. I complicate things for myself. I create my own stress and worry. I long for the simple and then instantly crave the satisfaction of the temporary pleasure offered by the wicked apple. I hope I make the right decisions for myself and others today. Each day I hope that; that I will be able to restrict my guilty pleasures to diet coke.