Wishful Thinking

So today, like every other Friday, I had to be to work at 5 am. Naturally, my alarm didn't go off I and woke up at 4:42. Just enough time to lay there and do nothing. I didn't have enough time to brush my teeth, I didn't have enough time to eat, didn't have enough time to put on a bra, and certainly didn't have enough time to tame my mane. Lucky for me I work with some pretty awesome ladies, I made a phone call was able to tweak my sched just a little bit (yes I brushed my teeth, and yes I put on a bra). But I got to thinking, I would love to not go to work everyday. Just sleep in, have nothing to worry about, and do what I wanted whenever I pleased. Obviously, that world doesn't exist. At least for me or anyone living in a realistic world.

I got to thinking of a few other things I'd rather be doing. Like most definitely laying on this beach right here sipping a pina colada and soaking up some sun.

So badly do I wish that I was creative. I honestly don't have an ounce of creativity in me. No matter how hard I try. I tried to make cute little crafts when I was little, and that so didn't work. Looking back at them now, they are hideous. My mom was so sweet to buy me all the supplies, and I'm sure she very well knew my lack of creative abilities. Bless her. But this blog here, http://www.eighteen25.blogspot.com/, is presh. I want to make everything on here. Who doesn't? Unfortunately for me, this would be a waste of time and money. So instead, I'll admire this blog and let the rest of you use your creativity wisely.

My addiction to sweet things has got to stop. I wish I were strong enough to overcome sugar. I've been trying to be better, but I think that day is far far away. I joke all the time saying that because I love sugar so much, I'm going to be a diabetic when I get older. Like seriously. That will be my life. It was Red and my Momma's birthday last week (pictures to come), and we had the yummiest of yummy's for their birthdays. My mom chose her favorite, Key Lime Pie. I tried SO hard to pretend I didn't want any, and be strong. I failed miserably and ended up eating two slices (and felt uber guilty after). But it was so worth it. I've got to get this addiction under control.

But anywho, wishful thinking does us nothing. So for now, I will sleep through alarms, wish I was in SoCal, eat all the sweets I want and hope I make it through the day. Gotta love life.
xoxo