Things I Wish Were True.

I've found myself wishing a lot. Not for material things, but for truths. For things that seem impossible to be completely true. Today, I decided to make a list.

• My hair loves being crushed, fried, and pulled between two 410 degree ceramic plates.
• Maybe then it would listen, and not frizz, and give me Einstein-esque fly aways.
• Nail polish does not show up on your skin.
• Wouldn't life be so much easier?
• My truck gets 45 MPG.
• Even 25 MPG would be great.
• Gasoline is no more than $2.00/gallon.
• Hello!!! What real person wouldn't want that?? (John W. Clark doesn't count.)
• Given the two circumstances above, Mummy pays for gas.
• Given the above, I no longer have to work at McDonald's.
• Grease unclogs arteries.
• A bit of chub on a size 14 looks awesome.
• Guys are the one who have to do their hair and make-up.
• This would totally cut 45 minutes off my morning time. I could easily sleep for an extra 45 minutes. It would be hard, but I think I could do it.
• Guys take birth control. We don't have to worry about it.
• OMG!!! It's true!! Well... Almost.
• http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3543478/ns/health-sexual_health/t/male-birth-control-pill-soon-reality/
• Bathroom stalls all have doors that open out.
• The "boyfriend" smell never wears off of his hoodie when you have it.
• Yes, faithful readers, there is a Santa Clause.
• High school alumni can still participate in marching band.
• The voice I hear in my head is what everyone else hears when I talk or sing.
• Preferably the one I hear in the shower. =] 
• My wallet (Cash flow) has the same properties as Marry Poppins's bag.
• I still color princess coloring books while Mummy reads me Corduroy.
• Wait... That's true...
• It's going to be easy sailing when Ty goes off to Athens.
• Elevators and on-hold lines played Holst, Chopin, and Whitacre.
• Movies are as good as the books.

So there you have it. I'm sure I'll come up with more, so check back for edits!

A Total Wreck.

Hey guys! Guess who wrecked her truck.
Go on...
Ding* Ding*

That's right. This girl right here. I did a good job, too.



I did this with the right side of my face.

 

The Afternoon after. Like I said, I hit my face.





Up under my driver's side.



A week out. Still not feeling so good.



So... I'm two weeks out, and come to find out, I hit my head pretty hard. We found out that I had a stage 3 concussion. I was put on "Brain Rest." Basically, it's like when you injur any other part of your body. If you break your arm, you rest it. When you hit your head real good, you rest it. which means...

• No Tv.
• No music.
• No phone.
• No texting.
• No computer.
• No driving.
• No school.
• No work.
• No physical activity.
• No reading.
• No church.
• No hard conversation, or thinking. (I can't ponder the meaning of life.)

Basically, I couldn't do anything that would make my brain work too hard. Funny thought right? Go ahead. I know you're thinking it. I thought it, too. (Isn't that sad?)

I was a mess. Totally a wreck. (Ha.) I was irritable, moody, grouchy, mean, hungrry all the time, sleepy, and bored out of my wits. Day one was a Tuesday, so it wasn't bad. Tyler was here most of the day. But Wednesday, when he and mummy were at work, I nearly went stark-raving mad. It was awful. I was awful.

But! I'm good now. I've still got to watch what I do.

However, I've been told that I have to have my toncils taken out. on March 19th. Then I'll leave for Lexington (Ty's sister, Sarah, has a dance competition) on the 23rd. It's gonna be a long trip, full of Frosties and Loratab. Sounds like a fun time to me. Yeah... Right.