I would love to sleep right now.

I am tired, I should go to bed since I am going to be cleaning all day tomorrow, but I just can't keep my mind from going wild every single time I close my eyes. "Did so-and-so reply to me on stupid facebook?" "Why does Jake drool so much?" "Is there a chore that I needed to do that I forgot to put on my list?" "Cleaning all day is going to suck and it probably wont even look that great when I'm done." "At least it'll be cleaner than Dan's house." "I should never host a party ever again, they stress me out." "Should I make a mix cd to play during Lindsay's party." " Mix cd? How 90's is that!" And so on. Except in doesn't end for a long time. I usually take an hour to fall asleep. 30 minutes of Jake cuddling me, he falls asleep right away and the drooling begins. And then another 30 minutes of so many stupid thoughts.
I want to go back to London. I miss it. Leaving the country sounds nice.

My day.

Lindsay is crazy. She is putting a diaper on a donkey.

Today was my grandma's 84 birthday. We went out to eat. Yummy.

We went to the snow play area on Sandia and we had fun until Jake said, "Jenny, where is my ring?" He lost his wedding ring on the hill in a bunch of snow. Some body break out the metal detector! Oh, and I was frozen. I was smart enough to wear my chucks and forgot to change shoes when I had the chance. I remembered keeping Lindsay warm but forgot about my poor toes. Oh and when I took Linny down the hill I face planted her. Oops.

Obviously this photo of Jake was taken before he realized what he lost.


I had a whole huge paragraph at the top about a dumb idea of mine. I chopped it. I re-read it and said, "I really am dumb." I wish I knew how to write well. I don't. I can paint, I'm creative, I can act well, and I know to snap a pretty picture (but I'm no Chole). I can not write, I am not articulate without a script, I can't roller blade/ roller skate (that is not really important just something I always wished I could do a tiny bit). I wonder what it would be like to be really good at all of the other things I am bad at. You know how they say people are either right or left brained (I don't know which is which). What would it be like to switch brain sides?

Jackie O. was gorgeous. Is she still alive?

This is a weird blog. I should cut it off before it gets weirder. Done. Anyone else read this stuff except for Nichole? No, thought not.

Bummer.

I'm not that smart. It's okay I've accepted it. Recently. But it's pretty much fact. I'll work on it, though. Slowly but surely I might get smarter. Fingers crossed. Damn him for bringing it to my attention so easily, and he doesn't even know he did it. Damn him for being him. See, not so smart. I don't even know who or what I am talking about, so don't ask.
And who gets on the computer in the middle of the night to write a pointless blog sure to be seen by only one person. Goodnight my loyal reader. You're great Chole. (I'll explain later).

P.S. Thank god this new Mozilla comes with spell check, huh?