I love me a good weekend!

Okay- bonus #2 to working in the SO (stupid office) (with people I love, but it's still the office)- weekends ARE weekends again! This is new and different. Not all that long ago, I remember thinking that weekends were no different than weekdays except I didn't have to worry about getting reports done or answering the phone. Now, weekends ARE different. And FUN!
Friday night I got a date night. I JUST complained that Cullen hasn't set up a date night for us in a long time, where it's just me and him and HE finds the babysitter. Without me saying it to HIM (Hey, did someone out me???!!) he went and did it. All by himself. He was on days, and he got a babysitter (THANK YOU SHAWN AND ERIN!) and we went and overate at Old Chicago. Then we hit Kohls and Michaels...I was ready to go grocery shopping, but we were by BDalton, and I LOVE that store..I mean LOVE IT. I can't express it enough (go figure), but I didn't feel like we had time for me to dink around in there. I can kill HOURS in there...Cullen dragged me in anyway. And, of course, it ate me up. I can literally just go from row to row looking at books. I LOVE the energy of a bookstore. It's BEAUTIFUL energy, and...OH, it's just so good. Anyway, I am perfectly happy not buying anything and i didn't have anything in particular in mind to buy this time.
But it found me anyway.
MY BOOK. MY BOOK FOUND ME. It was the only one there. Has that every happened to you? Where IT grabs YOU? I probably levitated when I held it. I stood there and read it til Cullen found me glowing. I don't know how I spent another 45 minutes in there, when I just couldn't take it anymore. Reading it in earnest was REALLY funny because it even reads like I talk a little bit. It says ROCK ON and Magic over and over. Notes From The Universe. My own little handbook to help me (want to) stay here. Sometimes.
We went to Marshall Saturday to see how the other half live. (wink). First of all, NICE DRIVE out there. It's 212 to 23- they live off of 23. Super easy, and super pretty. I LOVE FARMS. I love how pretty they are, how neat and I especially love the ones that have babies sproutin up already. I love farm houses, and barns and silos and imagining what a day might be like there. Hard work, but isn't it the most worthwhile work ever? I wished for every farm I saw that they'd have the all time best yield EVER this year. They can all get together and talk about how incredible it was at harvest time and make a load of money. Wouldn't that be awesome?
I always wonder ....well, I'll finish that sentence in a minute. I hate sirens- they make me feel sad because someone is obviously in need of SOMETHING. So when I hear sirens, I'd say GOD BLESS YOU. I figure that it can't HURT anything- someone needs some help of some sort, and the people coming to help- well, it's kinda nice that there is someone always available to help at all times. Sometimes they see some really shitty things, some really emotionally heavy things. You know? So I figure a good God Bless You covers everyone. Because kids copy everything, CJ started doing it to. And it's extended to people on motorcycles without helmets. I know someone who is paralyzed and now has the mentality of a 4 year old because he didn't have a helmet on and crashed. The kids point them out first often. So that's how we roll. Cullen calls me the girl who God Blesses everything. If you really want to know (ha!), I God Blessed all of the farms I saw too. I also love to write love notes to families of people who have died in car accidents and leave them on the crosses there. Someone still visits it, obviously. Sometimes I wonder if anything every comes of those. I hope good comes of it.
Their neighborhood is beautiful- it's new so there aren't mature trees yet, but the houses are gorgeous. I love my sisters new house. It'll be fun to visit there.
Yesterday was so beautiful that it hurt from the minute I got up. The sunshine and the morning shadows, and how warm it was outside. It started my silly spiral that I haven't learned how to stop yet. I get frustrated because it is SO AWESOME outside that I cant EXPRESS IT ENOUGH so it get frustrating. I went to Suzanne's came home and mowed, which was a good way to meditate and be thankful...and then grocery shopping, which DID feel good, to spend money, and then everyone came over for dinner, which I loved too. OH and I got to play with Jamie's hair and it's brilliant. I love it. Sounds good, right? and it was, but for some reason I still ached to be able to let it out SOMEHOW. I don't freaking know. Sometimes I don't want to be HERE anymore (Earth). I just know I could LET IT OUT if I wasn't in this silly body.
But I do love Danny and Deb to pieces. And MFN's of course. And Jane, and Mike, and Brian and Emily. I do NOT love this super loud noise coming from the fridge. I am going to love the coffee I'm about to brew, and the yummy creamer I'm going to dump in it, and the caffeine buzz that will ensue. My ass is back on the treadmill today. I love all my babies' short haircuts. Freakin STUDS. Jordan is suddenly looking like a four year old instead of my wittle baby. I would definitely be having more babies right now if I could.
I like not having to go into the office today. it gives me one lazy day to be at home and not get dressed. What am I going ot do about Tuesday? it's the daycare class that ocmes every other MONTH, and it's CJ's first baseball game, and it's very important to him that I'm there. I'm getting votes both ways, that there are a zillion baseball games and one class every other month. I feel like I'm making a decision either by skipping the baseball game or by going to it. I don't want the guilt of missing it. Cullen won't be there either. My parents will be, but they are not The Mom. That's my BABY and he so loves for me to watch him. :( : ( : ( :(
I do not know what to do.
I do know that CJ is making pancakes and he's singing about the butter just the same exact way I would, have and do. LIKE!

Morning poop rules. Jamie, thinking of you today. Good luck!