Overkill

In my purse I have five packs of gum. Four of them have been opened, all of them are different flavors. I have Trident Original Flavor (which is always, always in my purse). I have Extra Cool Watermelon. I have Extra Classic Bubble.I have 5 Flare (Cinnamon). The one that is not open is Trident Xtra Care, Cool Mint.
I barely have an excuse, I like gum-obviously a lot. I hate running out (I buy 2 or 3 packages of Trident Original from Costco at a time). I'm going out of town this weekend...and I don't want to run out while I'm in the country?
However, this collection has accumulated over a couple of weeks because I like to try different types of gum. Usually I just toss an extra pack of Trident in my bag and keep a spare in my glovebox.
I may have lost it for good this time. Over gum. I may have lost it when I decided keeping a spare pack in my car was a good idea.
Crazy, again.

Priorities

I have been getting near daily reminders that life is short. Everyone's time is so limited and we have no realistic hope of knowing when it will be our turn. So the question is how do we manage our short time?
Do we fight to experience? Do we create our own "bucket list"* now? Do we savor every moment? Take our time, let life happen?
Do we force our lives or mold them?

Here's what I haven't figured out. Everyday I consider the people I value and treasure their existence. I accept experiences, but in most cases, I don't force them to happen to me. I make mental lists and follow them out. Through all that though, am I doing the right thing for myself? Should I make a life list? I have a smaller one in my head, but if I write it out will it encourage me or will I be pushing my own little zen-balance out of whack?


*pardon the phrase

A little peak

Depression is selfish. Yes, it is many other things--debilitating, frustrating, painful, and ceaseless. However, sitting on the outside-depression is selfish. It eats joy presented to it, it tears apart happy moments and it destroys opportunities. And yet, we are supposed to support it, supposed to perk up an be happier for it, in the hopes that it will go away.
I am patient, I will dole out the happiness and the love and the support. However, depression is a drain--in its selfishness, it is pulling out what I have to give and I worry that it will eventually pull out all of it.
Depression makes me worry about worrying. It makes me angry and sad and frustrated and I wish it would go away.
So, there is a little peak into my thoughts for the day.

Everything is fine, everything will be fine. We are all doing great.

My Baby Will have to Choose Between the Dutch-Irish and the German-Welsh Gangs

You want to know who you are better than? These people.

What of it?

Yep, I post once a month. Not because I have nothing to say or my life is boring, I think it is because of the opposite actually. I am a busy girl and computers are rather low on the totem pole of things that need attention.
Of course then there is this, I am a proud animal who values privacy. The combination of the two limit the stories I can tell. They take out stories about other people, stories about the nitty-gritties of my life and stories that will make me blush when I tell you in person. Yep, so for a girl who has a lot going on, I limit what I say to the Internet.

Here's a little thing though, I googled a friend's romantic interest the other day and it turns out the interest is the captain of a miniature golf team, that happens to be league affiliated. This makes me happy for my friend, it means the interest has a powerful sense of humor-which will be needed if a relationship forms, because sometimes my friend can be a pain in the ass.