I maybe be depressed, but...I'm going to enjoy playing a rousing game of Yahtzee with my mother today (did I ever mention that we plsy all the time?)
I maybe be depressed, but...
I may be depressed, but I had a nice Memorial Day with my family. 
I can't get enough of retail giant Old Navy's new line of T-shirts. Debuting today is a collection of gay pride shirts, with a portion of the proceeds going to benefit It Gets Betters, an organization dedicated to stopping hate and intolerance against the LGBT community. Aren't the shirts awesome? xoxo
Affirmation #1: I may be depressed, but...
I've been sitting here at the computer for the last hour, and the words just aren't flowing. I feel bad I haven't posted in 2 weeks...it's that evil depression again.
Were you ever like me when you were a kid and daydreamed about what you'd name your future children? I loved thinking of names. The funny thing was that I could easily think of names for girls, but names for boys? Not so much. Do you like these top baby names for 2010? 



"Learning to love yourself...it is the greatest love of all." --Whitney Houston
The high today is supposed to be 86 degrees! Whew! I think we can finally (knocks on wood...) say goodbye to the winter. I love nothing more than sitting back with a cold one during the first hot days of the year, and by a cold one, I'm referring to ice cream here, not an intoxicating beverage.
And of course, I feel it's only my duty that I share my own top 5...
I've always thought that rubber ducks were so cute. Remember that cute song from Sesame Street? I love how Katie used these little ducks to bring some brightness to otherwise rainy spring streets. Isn't it a fantastic idea? Wouldn't it be cool to see these as you're walking down the street? xoxo
*You don't have to feel guilty for popping open that can of Diet Coke before 10 a.m.



The time has come. Actually, it probably should have come a long, long time ago. Months, even. But maybe I wasn't ready a few months ago. Maybe I hadn't found the strength yet. Whatever the reason, I've realized something: You're the problem. Not me. For so long, you've made me feel so small, as if I didn't even matter. You've hurt me in ways I never thought possible. You've sucked a piece of my heart and my life out of me. You've made me feel like I can't do anything. You've brought me to tears more times than I care to count.
And all the while, I just keep thinking...why? Because I let you. You've entered my life. I can't change or control that. I know that. But what I can control is how I react to you. And I know I haven't been reacting to you in the right way - the way that is going to help me see the light on the other side of the darkness you've cast over my life. You've been like an anchor around my neck, pulling me down farther and farther. Now, I won't pretend that I have all my strength back because I still feel you with me (unfortunately...), but I can take some of the pressure of myself, can't I? Like my mom says, I can tell myself that I am doing the best I can where I am at the moment. Maybe if I stop trying to be in control so much, if I stop trying to be everything and do everything and have everything all figured out, your grip on me won't have such power over me. It's something to think about, isn't it?


I've always been pretty boring when it comes to Post-It notes. The regular yellow ones were my speed. But it seems like there's a whole world of creative ones out there I had no idea about. Aren't these awesome? I especially love the balding man one! And the blast-from-the-past floppy disk ones? Genius! :) 


