Thursday, March 27, 2008

I have a ridiculous amount of energy

for 12:31 at night. Or is it in the morning?

Okay, so "when I grow up", I want to travel the world. My question is, when do we get too old to say "when I grow up"? When you get your first real job? When you're forty-five? My mom turned forty-seven today and when I asked her what she wanted to do when she grew up she told me she was already grown up. She seemed a bit sad about it, too, like she would have rather said "I want to be a fashion designer" or "I want to read all the time". Actually, she already does the second one, but that's not the point. The point is, I don't think you should ever be too old to say "when I grow up".


Edit: My mom says she wanted to be an elephant trainer, but I'm not sure she was serious about this one.


This morning I woke up and thought I was alone in my house. It was kind of terrifying for about six seconds, until I remembered that my family members were all off on various excursions. Turns out my mom took my cell phone, too, because my brother took hers to the Dells after losing his own. Sound like it doesn't make any sense? That's because it really doesn't.

So I take my shower and wonder what on earth I can do, because not only am I alone and phoneless, but it's snowing outside. The only thing that pops into my mind? Igloo time. I grabbed a blanket from my closet, pulled the dining room chairs out into the living room and proceeded to make a tent. The only difference between today and when I used to do this when I was six is that I've got my computer instead of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This is nice. It's comfy. And much more fun than cleaning.


So Greeting from the Igloo! It's time for a snack.

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