When I woke up this morning, I stayed in bed for a while and thought about stuff in order to ‘wake up’ before I had to wake up. 

I had this great idea for a blog that I would post today… and now it’s gone.  Just like a dream that I have that I tell myself ‘This is good enough to remember!’ and it’s gone when I go to tell it to someone else.  (Unlike the whipping baboons dream.  I don’t know why I can’t shake that one.)

I used to indulge myself every morning with my Xanga Digest.  It was emailed to my account, which I could check on my iPhone, and I would spend the first moments of my day waking up by reading about what everyone did the day before.  They would make me happy, make me laugh, or maybe even make me sad, but by the time I was done I was awake enough to face the day ahead.

I don’t get a Xanga Digest any more, and I can’t figure out why.  Is it broken?  Did they stop emailing?  I want it back.

59 days until I get married.  Woooooooo, it’s another one of those numbers that does funny things to my belly.  I can’t wait to share some pictures.  I can’t wait to be a beautiful bride.  I can’t wait to see my mom and dad and brothers all dressed up… Crystal and Daisy, baby Edward.  I can’t wait.  Time keeps on going, there is no stopping it.  I always say – the weeks fly by, it’s the days that drag on.  Today is still draggin’ on.